It's my turn tonight and you have to do what I say, don't you.

I stood in front of her door at the end of the fifth floor hallway of her high rise condo. I was nervous. Her directions on my voicemail were clear: "Hi baby. It's my turn tonight and you have to do what I say, don't you. I want you to shower, shave everything, enema, and arrive at my place promptly at six. I want you to take all your clothes off, fold them and put them neatly on the floor, then ring the doorbell." As I began to disrobe I worried that someone would come off the elevator or out of their door and see me.

I was fully exposed, feeling more so because I had shaved all of my hair from the neck down, again. I was smooth and the slight movements of air felt different on my hairless skin, the currents caressed me differently.

I rang the doorbell and it was only seconds, but seemed like minutes, before Marion opened the door. I reached down, picked up my clothes and scurried across the threshold.

My beautiful Marion smiled widely at me, nodded at the entry table for me to place my clothes there. She was wearing a sexy little black dress, sheer black stockings and black, open toe high heels. Her black hair shimmered. She looked delicious. Marion came to me, and as she kissed me put her arms around me low and slowly, but steadily, worked a decent sized butt plug into my rear. I groaned into her mouth as it seated deep and wide in me.

"Hi, baby," Marion purred, breaking the kiss. "We've got a lot to do before my fun starts. Come," she said as her small, delicate fingers grasped my cock and pulled me through the living room, up the spiral stairway, into her bedroom and to her vanity.

"Are you excited, baby?" Marion cooed as we sat down. "I am. I'm so wet and slippery. I can barely wait. You're going to love tonight. I know you'll like getting all dolled up like a classy little slut again," she said as she started giving me a pedicure.

"What are you doing?" I asked, since this was new.

"Why, you're gonna be a total woman tonight. You're going all the way. A real feminine woman is made up from head to toe. It feels so much more feminine to have your toes and nails done. Even if you have closed-toe heels, you know they've got polish on them, like a real woman has. You feel complete. You'll see."

She shaped my toenails and painted them with polish. "Do you like the color, baby. It's a light cinnamon color. Everybody has French nails these days, but not you. You're gonna be a smoky little slut for me tonight. Ohh, your cock is twitching," she said and stroked me a couple of times before returning to her task.

As she moved to my other foot I had to shift, and the plug in me pressed against my prostate sending a shiver of pleasure through me.

After Marion finished my toes she started on my fingernails. She put fake nails on me, one-quarter inch past the end of my finger, explaining, "It's a perfect length, baby. Not long enough to be clumsy, but long enough for a woman to know she's so feminine and delicate. A real classy length. Don't you think so, baby? Can't you feel it? That feminine grace?"

"There. Let your nails dry and I'll be right back." Marion put down the polish and swept out of the room.

Marion returned with a rose wine, light pink in color. "I have some wine for you, baby. Maybe not quite as classy as the white I had for you last time, but still feminine. Don't you think so? I mean, what real man would drink a rose wine. Sip it. Doesn't it taste as girly as it looks?"

"Here, let me do your face up now."

Marion clipped my hair back and went to work on my face. She had a subtle touch it didn't seem like she used much makeup, but my face was transforming miraculously again as I watched her work. As she made up my eyes, eyebrows, lashes and cheeks she talked.

"Mmm, you make such a good looking woman. It's surprising isn't it. Are you surprised at how feminine you look? I mean, I know I'm good with makeup, subtle shading here and there to make your eyes look bigger, to give you strong cheekbones and full lips to kiss, but it is a bit shocking what a looker you are. So enticing and fuckable."

Marion worked on my face and talked.

"Do you feel fuckable, baby? Do you like that fullness in your rear as you sit here? I think so, your cock keeps moving around. You'll feel so feminine and fuckable when I'm through."

Marion finished my face and unclipped my hair. She wet it, then used a blow dryer, curling iron and brush. The result was stunning. Since the turn where she dressed me in lingerie, a pretty blue wig and makeup, fucked me with a strapon then let two guys fuck me while I was blindfolded, I'd let my hair grow. I tell people I'm growing it to donate for wigs. And I will, but until then it adds more realism to our games, when we play them. My hair is thick, full and parted in the middle. I usually wore it in a ponytail, but the mirror displayed a glamorous woman with sandy blonde hair with highlights. Marion insisted on the highlights, explaining they make a woman more sexy and beautiful. She liked it a couple of inches past my shoulders so I could feel it on my skin, or feel the weight of it brushing across my sexy tops. So I could feel what a real woman feels when she turns her head, or when she's getting fucked.

"I know it's clich?, baby, but blondes have more fun. What a nice contrast to my black hair, huh, baby. Black on blonde. You're going to have so much fun tonight. And so am I."

With my hair styled and completed Marion turned to the vanity and picked up a pair of dangly ebony earrings that glinted in the light. She handed them to me to put on. I flicked my hair left and tilted my head right to keep my hair out of the way, and as I put them on she talked.

"You're feeling it aren't you, baby. You're feeling so feminine. I can tell by the way you move. You put those earrings on with a practiced feminine move. It looked so natural. And I notice how you tuck your hair behind an ear just like a woman does. Are you feeling receptive, baby?" Marion said as she scooped some of my leaking precum with her finger and fed it to me.

We sipped more wine and she handed me some sheer black thigh high stockings to hold.

"Here, baby, put these stockings on."

As I pulled them up my smooth leg the plug pressed on my prostate and I unconsciously wriggled a bit extra, inviting the pleasure. Marion talked.

"Mmm, you know baby, whenever I put on stockings I feel so sexy and feminine. I feel like I want to get fucked. Is that the way you feel? Sexy and feminine. Do you want to get fucked? I think so. Your cock is getting harder. Don't they feel good sliding up your legs? Men don't get to feel that silky glide, that delicate gossamer flowing up their legs, leading their fingers to pleasure, do they. But you feel it."

She fed me more precum and as I sat there putting on the other stocking I did feel more feminine, more receptive, more vulnerable. The stockings came high up, very close to my crotch.

"Lovely. Now let's get these shoes on," Marion said as she handed me black strappy sandals with five inch heels. I want to see your toes, baby. I think you'll like it too. I think you'll like to see your painted toenails while you get fucked. And the ankle straps will make sure they don't come off while you're writhing around."

"Stand up and lean over the vanity." I took another sip of wine and complied. "No, on your elbows, baby. That's better."

I leaned on the vanity, my head slightly lower than my rear in my five inch strappy pumps. I looked at myself in the mirror, my blonde hair flowing in front of my shoulders and framing my face. Once again I was looking at another person, a beautiful woman. I was astounded, could hardly believe it was me. I felt something being pressed across the small of my back.

"What do you think of women with tattoos, baby? What assumptions do you make? Used to be only people on the fringes of mainstream society got tattoos, but they're more popular now, aren't they. I mean, even lawyers and accountants have them now. But people still make assumptions, don't they. Especially about women with tattoos. About their sexuality, their inhibitions. About the carnal promise of a woman with a tattoo. Isn't that right."

Marion began to draw on me with a black marker and she talked.

"You see, baby, a woman with a tattoo holds out the promise of sexual adventure. That she's uninhibited. Doesn't matter if a woman is submissive or dominant. A tattoo holds out the promise of the woman being uninhibited in bed. That she's up for anything. That she'll put her mouth anywhere."

"You're already so feminine and receptive. This tattoo will let you be completely uninhibited. You can't see it, but you know it's there, like a sign telling everybody what a slut you're willing to be. That you'll do anything." She peeled the stencil off.

"Here, look in the mirror at your promise. Imagine yourself getting fucked while your lover looks at your tattoo and thinks about all the things you're willing to do? That your lover plans to do to you."

I held the mirror up and looked at my reflection. Marion had stenciled a simple tribal tattoo across my lower back. The center had a heart shape that worked well with the overall design. It was attractive.

"Do you like it, baby? I like the heart in the middle. A little feminine touch to remind your lover that you're still a lady, even though you're a slut. Here, have some wine I'll be right back."

I sipped some wine and looked at myself in the mirror: slim figure, gorgeous sandy blonde hair with highlights, dangly ebony earrings that caught the light and sheer black very high thigh highs. Unbelievable.

Marion returned and told me to sit down and I reveled in the pleasure inside me. I watched her organize the straps, bend down and step into the harness. She pulled it up under her raised dress, adjusted its placement and said, "I like this strapon. It sits and hits me just right. There, that should do it," she said as she tightened the straps.

"Are you feeling it, the moisture releasing in your mouth, the salivation at the sight of a cock? It's downright Pavlovian, isn't it. The way a woman's pupils dilate at that sight of a cock. The way her mouth salivates in preparation to take it in, much like she lubricates to ease it in her pussy. Is your pussy lubricating? Getting all slippery? Mmm, I bet it is. I can see you swallow that excess saliva. You want this cock don't you. It's okay," she said as she stepped closer.

I swallowed, looked into her gorgeous eyes and opened my mouth. Marion stepped close. I engulfed the head of her cock and she talked.

"Mmm, your mouth feels so nice on my cock. Are you working hard to keep your teeth out of the way? You should be. It's bad form to scrape a cock with your teeth. Ooh, your dick is simply throbbing. I'm so glad you like this." She rocked gently back and forth into my mouth.

"Here I am all dressed up in my sexy little black dress, sexy stockings and bra, standing in my five inch heels. I'm all dressed up and fucking your mouth while you're practically naked. A naked man all made up like a beautiful woman."

She held my head and rocked gently back and forth, in and out of my mouth. God, I wanted to fuck. She was taking me there again. I wanted to get fucked.

"I'm gonna let you be a beautiful woman tonight, baby. A beautiful, uninhibited woman. You're going to be all the woman you ever wanted to be tonight. Mmm, that feels so good on my clit. Do you want to rub your clit, baby? You can, but just a little. Not too much, I want you to save yourself for later."

Marion pulled away from my lips; lips that were slightly larger than before, and had me stand up facing the vanity.

"Okay baby, lean down again." I leaned down on the vanity and Marion gently pulled the plug out of me, causing me to hitch a little, and tossed it in the bathtub.

Marion stepped behind me and I lowered my head. She put more lube in me and some on the dildo that sat low on her mound. She rolled her skirt so the inner lining was exposed and tucked what she could under her panties. She eased into me in the brightly lit bathroom and she talked.

"Mmm, feel that, baby? I'm inside you." She gave me long, gentle strokes. "That feels so good, my cock inside your ass. Your tattoo is sexy, baby. Gives me ideas. Ideas about the things I'm gonna do to you. Because any woman with a tattoo down there is begging to get fucked and used. Isn't that right. That's what you want, isn't it? To be fucked, and used? I'll be gentle, baby. There's plenty of time."

Marion rocked slowly into me and I felt so full back there. I longed for her to hit my prostate, my sweet spot. I thought I could come if she did. But Marion had other plans. She sank into me until I felt her hips against me and she started to rock side-to-side, barely in and out, a little up and down. "Oh god," I thought, "She's going to use me to come." I reached down with my finger, got some precum and put it in my mouth.

"That's right, baby. Taste the come. See how uninhibited you are? See what a tattoo can do?"

Marion continued to grind at me. I looked up at her in the mirror. Her head was back and her eyes were closed. She breathed harder and ground against me faster, picking up speed. It felt good. I wanted to please her.

She cried, "There! Ohhh!" and quickly gave several long, fast, hard strokes to finish her come. The strokes made me moan. She slowed, pulled out, wiped and cleaned me gently and said, "Mmm, that was nice. I just couldn't resist tapping that sexy little ass of yours. Okay, just a couple of more things to put on then we'll go downstairs for a bit."

In the bedroom Marion handed me some black lace panties. "Here. This is called a tanga, baby. It's wider than a thong, but narrower than panties or boy shorts. You'll look great in it."

I pulled them on, and as they whispered up my stockings Marion talked.

"See, baby? See how they work with your and stockings and high heels. Here, put this bra on and you'll see how it all ties together." I put on the sheer, black lace bra on my flat chest. "I got a flat cup bra for you flat chest, baby. It looks good. Now, don't you feel sexy? That just got fucked feminine feeling, knowing how desirable you are? Here, one last thing."

Marion handed me a sexy little black dress. It had a lacy outer layer and some kind of microfibre inner layer. I slipped it on and Marion pulled up the zipper in the back. The shoulder straps were about an inch wide. The dress ended several inches above my knee and it had enough material so it had a bit of swish to it.

Marion led me to her full-length mirror. Once again I marveled at the sight of a slim beautiful woman before me. Marion had worked her magic with my face and hair and the clothes looked gorgeous on me. I was flat-chested, but it seemed to work okay on my slim frame.

"Oh my, just look at you. You're so pretty. You're so pretty and feminine and fuckable, aren't you. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you like what you see. Don't you, baby. And you want to get fucked. Again. Can you sense that tattoo on your back, just begging you to let go of all your inhibitions? Come on, let's go downstairs, drink some wine and have some girl talk."

We walked downstairs in our high heels and sat on the couch, talked about nothing and drank wine.

Marin had been keeping an eye on her watch and finally said, "You look so sexy in your little black dress. Do you feel sexy and feminine? Your pretty blonde hair brushing across your shoulders, the tug of your earrings, your painted nails and toes, the silky caresses on your skin. Men don't get that. They don't understand how those things make a woman feel so sexy, so feminine. Receptive and eager to please their man. You feel that way, don't you. Mmm, I bet you do. We're going to have so much fun tonight. You'll see."

It wasn't but a minute or two later the doorbell rang. "Get that, will you, baby. That'll be our guest."

Dressed as a beautiful woman in a sexy little black dress, I walked nervously to the door in my five inch strappy pumps wondering exactly what Marion had in mind for tonight.

I stopped at the door and ran my hands down my sexy little black dress, pressing the wrinkles out. I felt the tug of my ebony earrings as I looked down and saw my light cinnamon colored toenails in my five inch, open toed, strappy black pumps. I felt the slight pressure of my sheer black thigh highs hugging my legs and felt the presence of my matching bra.

I opened the door and standing before me was a man. A huge man. A man so huge he blocked much of the light from the hallway. He was wearing fashionable black shoes, dark slacks, a blazer and a mock turtleneck shirt. I stammered a hello, introduced myself and invited him in. He ducked through the doorway and may have had to turn sideways a bit to get through.

He smiled and said hello and touched my arm gently as I escorted him to the living area. "Hi Lamont, I see you two have met," Marion, said with a sly grin.

"Lamont works out at my exercise club. Isn't he grand?"

I was staggered by the size of this man. He had to be over seven feet tall. But more than his height was his sheer size. It was clearly evident even with his clothes on that he was muscular. Huge, wide shoulders, his v-shaped torso tapered to a narrower waist, large thighs and massive arms.

"Lamont used to play pro football until injuries forced him out of the game. He likes to play other games now, don't you Lamont?" Marion said, patting the seat beside her for him to sit down.

"Baby, get Lamont a drink and come sit down with us."

I got Lamont a beer, freshened my wine and sat down next to Lamont on the couch. He dwarfed us. I felt so petite and vulnerable.

We made some small talk and eventually Lamont said, "You ladies are lovely. And you! Marion told me about you, but I had no idea how beautiful you'd be."

"Thank you," I said demurely and my heart beat faster. I knew what Marion had in mind, and I began to feel a wanting, an excitement. A fresh desire.

"I'll bet you're wondering what Lamont is doing here. Why I asked him to come by tonight of all nights. I bet you can guess, can't you, baby. I told Lamont all about us and he offered to help us out. Isn't that generous of him? Of course, he'll have his fun too. Won't you Lamont?"

"I'm just happy to be able to help is all," he laughed.

"Well Lamont, no sense wasting time. I think we can get the ball rolling if you'd like. We're not shy here at all, so what ever you want us to do we will."

"That sounds perfect, Marion, just perfect. How 'bout I see you two beauties kiss a little bit. I think I'd like that."

Marion leaned in front of Lamont, and I did likewise. Lamont put his massive arms around us as we kissed.

"I do love seeing beautiful women kissing," he said as he rubbed out backs, ran his fingers through our hair. We were so small compared to him.

We broke the kiss. Marion looked into my eyes and said, "He knows all about us, so no surprises. She's all yours Lamont."

"Come here, baby," he said, tilted my head back and brought his lips to mine. My heart beat rapidly as I felt the tip of his tongue press through my lips and touch mine.

He kissed me softly at first, then with more passion. One hand cradling my head, Lamont's other hand moved lightly up my thigh, on the outside of my sexy little black dress. As Lamont kissed me, Marion talked.

"Mmm. See baby, I knew you'd like Lamont. You're going to like everything about Lamont. He's going to get to you. I just know it. Let's go on upstairs where we can all get comfortable."

Lamont pulled away, stood and held out his hands for Marion and me. I was breathless from his kiss. He followed us up the spiral staircase to Marion's bedroom, where twilight was inching toward darkness outside the wide floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the boulevard and condos beyond. A lamp glowed softly in Marion's feminine sanctuary.

Marion motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed. She sat down next to me. She directed Lamont to stand in front of me. "Come closer Lamont," she said and he moved in tight. I had to spread my legs and pull my dress in.

He towered over us. Marion ran her hand along his thigh, up to his stomach and back down. "Go ahead, baby. You know what to do, don't you. Don't be shy," she said as she leaned in and kissed me. She nuzzled in my hair and ran her hands over me and down my front.

With trembling hands, I reached up and felt him through his pants. He was big. "Go on, girl. I'm eager to see what you got. Marion said you had some skills."

As I unbuckled his belt I looked up at him and said, with a voice huskier than I would have thought, "Take off your coat and shirt."

Lamont smiled down at me with brilliant white teeth and said, "That's my girl."

I unbuttoned his pants and reached for the zipper. I stopped and felt him through his pants again. I looked at Marion sitting beside me and she smiled lovingly at me.

In my sexy black dress, made up as a beautiful woman, I wanted Lamont. I was flattered he found me attractive. It was exciting that he wanted me.

I pulled his zipper down. I moved my hands to his side, along the waistband, and moved his pants and boxers down his hips, his thighs, and let them drop to his ankles. He had kicked off his shoes and now shucked his pants. He wasn't wearing socks.

I looked back up at this huge naked man. I knew he would have well defined muscles, but I wasn't prepared for the sight of him. His chest looked like it had been chiseled; broad shoulders, large pecs and you could see every muscle in his stomach. And those arms. Those huge, muscular, strong arms. And no hair anywhere. Just coal black skin.

I ran my soft white hand, with my light cinnamon colored nails, along his muscular black stomach, and the contrast was startling. I let my soft white hand, with nails one-half inch past the tips of my fingers, scrape down to his cock.

Marion said softly, "It's nice isn't it, baby. Think how it's going to feel inside of you. Mmm, I'm so wet. Are you wet too, baby?"

I was a little scared. He was so big and I felt so small.

I took his cock in my hand and stroked it as it grew to its full length and girth. It was long, but wasn't overly long, seven, maybe eight inches, a little longer than mine. But its girth. It had to be at least two inches a cross. I was nervous.

I tucked my hair behind an ear and leaned in and licked it. I heard Marion say in my ear, "That's it, baby. Have your fun." She moved away and began taking pictures.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, stretched wide and drew him in. I tongued his slit. I felt with my lips, tongue and hand the squishy hardness of his cock. Of his thick black cock. In my mouth. I went as deep as I could, taking care not to scrape him with my teeth. Down and up on that thick black cock, my white hand in rhythm with my mouth.

I pulled off, flicked back my blond hair and mouthed his balls. Lamont moaned and rumbled, "Damn, girl. That's sweet."

I sucked his cock. I reached around and played with his ass crack. I reached between his legs and massaged his balls before trailing a finger and teasing his hole. He moaned and said, "Yeah. That's good, baby. That feels good."

I sucked his cock and was proud to give him pleasure. Felt proud to draw his precum into my mouth. Marion was back at my side and I drew her to me for a kiss. I shared the taste of Lamont's precum with Marion while I stroked his thick black cock.

Lamont pulled me to my feet, away from Marion. Even standing in my five inch open-toed, strappy pumps, he towered over me. Seemed twice as wide. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and leaned down and kissed me tenderly. Lamont ran his large hands over my back, down my rear and pulled me against him. I felt his hardness against me.

I felt him unhook, then unzip my dress. He pulled the straps off my shoulders, and as we kissed I let my dress slip to the floor. Lamont pulled away from my eager tongue, scooped me up in his arms, wringing a gasp from me, and lay me gently on Marion's large bed. Marion slipped her dress off, and I saw her sipping rose wine as she sat cross-legged in the oversized chair in the corner of the room.

Lamont lay down beside me. I was so small and petite by comparison. He kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. His rough black hands fluttered over my body. My delicate white hands caressed his back, his shaved head, his muscles.

One arm around me, toying with my nipple. His other hand caressing me, working its way up my sexy, sheer thigh highs to my tanga covered cock. Oh god, the feel of his large hands on me. I was so vulnerable, so receptive, so open and full of emotion that had no words. I wanted him to devour me.

"Mmm, you've got a nice body, baby," Lamont purred as he rubbed my cock. "I can't wait to get into your sweet pussy."

Lamont kissed his way down my chest, nibbling on one nipple before twisting and biting the other. He switched back and forth between my breasts, my nipples. Teething one while pinching and rolling the other. Exquisite pain. I held his head in my arms. My hips moved involuntarily, begging for his attention.

Lamont left my nipples burning as he kissed his way down my chest, my stomach, my waist, and finally mouthed my cock through my tanga. Marion was taking pictures.

"Let's get these pretty little panties off of you," Lamont said huskily. I lifted my rear off the bed, and Lamont pulled my tanga down, then up my raised legs, just as I have pulled off Marion's countless times before. I ran my fingers through my hair and settled back as Lamont took me in his soft mouth. I shivered with the heat of his mouth as he swirled his tongue. Coolness on my skin when his mouth rose to my crown, a furnace descending to the base.

I was groaning and he sucked me and played with my rear opening. I reached and fondled his cock. Gripped it and stroked it. Wondered what it would feel like inside of me.

Lamont kneeled above me. I leaned up and took him in my mouth. I savored the velvety texture, the way the outer skin slipped over the inner hardness.

He moved me so I was sitting up, my back to the headboard, and straddled me. I sucked his cock and he fucked my mouth. I sucked his thick black cock, and his huge black body towered over me.

"Yeah, girl. Just like that. You like that? You like getting your pretty little mouth fucked?" He fucked my mouth and I loved it.

Lamont pulled out and effortlessly picked me up and put me on my knees facing the window. I felt a raspy tongue lap at my hole. I closed my eyes, lay my face on the bed and relished the feeling of that moist pressure back there.

Finally I heard, "That's a nice tattoo you got, girl. Makes me think you like to get freaky. You a freak, baby?"

"She does have a bit of a kinky side to her," Marion said with a smirk and tossed Lamont some lube. Lamont put some lube on me and gently worked one, then two, then three fingers in and out of me. I was rocking back and forth a little, relishing the sweet burst of those sensitive nerves as he pushed and rotated his fingers in me.

"Okay, girl. You ready?

"Yes," hissed. My ass in the air, chest and face on the bed. I could imagine the sexy arc of my back sweeping up to my tattoo, then curling over and down to my tight ass. I braced myself, my hands clutching the sheets. And then it began.

That enormous man placed a large hand on the small of my back, and I felt him inch forward. In my sheer black thigh highs, matching bra and five-inch strappy pumps, I waited. I felt a broad touch and nudge back there. I willed myself to open for him. I felt a gentle rocking, more and more, and I felt enormous pressure, a slow slide, slightly more with each rocking motion. I was stunned to realize he wasn't moving. It was me. I was moving to draw him in.

"Ohhh," escaped my lungs as my rings gave way and he slid in a few inches. Lamont waited. I took shallow breaths through my nose, eyes clenched tight. "Oh god, he's so thick," I thought. Time passed and my tight, hot ass adjusted, then clenched and he groaned.

I felt it. I could take him and rocked further back seeing what he had. I felt his thighs against me. The pressure was immense. I'd never been so full. I'd been prepared well, there was no pain. Only unbelievable fullness.

He moved slowly back and I felt the suction, the emptiness. He moved slowly back in and I heard myself moan.

"That's it, girl. Now you got it. Taking that thick black cock in that sweet white ass."

He moved faster now. I heard Marion say, "Lift your head, baby." I raised my head and looked at her. She was kneeling in front of the window facing me. Marion snapped pictures. I could only imagine what he saw; a beautiful blonde on her knees, chest down on the bed, back arching gracefully up, an absolutely gigantic black man fucking her. She brushed my hair back and kissed me.

Lamont started slapping into me hard, grunting with each pump. I groaned and grunted each time he bottomed out in me. It felt amazing. I touched my hard cock and felt my cum dripping out. I licked my cum off my fingers. Oh god, it felt so good.

Suddenly Lamont tossed me on my back. I threw my legs high and wide, my toes pointed to the ceiling like a good little slut. He slammed into me with such force I screamed, not in pain, but in surprise and pleasure. On top of me, he fucked me. Oh god, he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.

Lamont doubled me over, flattened me in two. He held my ankles on the bed above my head and used me for his pleasure. I heard myself say, "Yes. Fuck me. Harder."

His sweat dripped on me and I gave in to his fuck. I wanted him to use me. I would do whatever he wanted. He pounded me forever, then suddenly I was off the bed. He was on his feet, his arms hooking under my legs. I put my arms around his neck. I felt his thick black cock ease into me again. I smiled and he sawed in and out, pumping me hard. As I turned my head toward the window and laid my cheek against him, something caught my eye.

In a window across the boulevard I saw a man and woman watching us. She was standing behind him opening his pants. I closed my eyes and felt the thick black cock inside of me. I opened my eyes and saw her stroking him from behind. They had binoculars. I didn't care. I had Lamont's cock in me and he was fucking me. Oh god, it felt so good, that cock, so thick and deep in me.

Lamont noticed the couple and smiled. He lifted me off his cock and faced me toward the window. He pressed me full length against the thick storm-proof glass. The cold glass pressed against my front as his hot cock slipped back inside me. My arms bent at the elbow, up and against the glass. I arched my hips for him and saw the woman's mouth form an "O" and her eyes widen, while the man fucked her from behind. She pointed at us and they watched a huge black man fuck a much smaller white man dressed as a beautiful woman. I didn't care. I had Lamont's cock inside my body and he was fucking me. I moaned and relished the feel of the cool glass in front and his hot body behind me.

Lamont lay down on the bed and drew me to him. I straddled him and guided him into me. Lamont let me do the work and I rotated my ass on that thick black cock. My hands on his chest, my just-past-shoulder length blond hair swayed and snapped with my movements. I moved into a squat, grabbed his hands, our fingers intertwined. I raised up until I felt that magnificent cock almost leave me. When I felt the head almost slip out, I paused, looked into Lamont's eyes and let go and let gravity slam me down his cock. Lamont groaned and closed his eyes.

I raised and dropped over and over, feeling that thickness part my ass and slide deep inside me. My thighs singing with the strain, I dropped back on my knees. Lamont wrapped his amazing arms around me. He held me tight to him and slammed into me again and again with such force and speed that I was dizzy and delirious and grunting and panting. He shouted and I felt a throb and a surging wetness in me. I was almost there from his assault and pleaded, "On my back. Fuck me hard on my back."

Lamont rolled us over and I pulled my legs up and as far back and flat to the bed as I could, rolled my hips up and, in a husky voice, begged him to, "Fuck me, I'm gonna come."

Lamont slammed into me over and over. After barely noticing my pointed toes and cinnamon colored toenails in my five inch strappy pumps, I lost myself. I was aware of nothing except that thick black cock pleasuring me. I felt a pressure and pleasure growing and building. I held onto his arms and neck as that thick black cock stroked that spot and I soared over the edge of a cliff and into a sea of unspeakable ecstasy.

Lamont slowed and I gripped him tightly to me with my legs and arms. I felt him soften. He slowly squeezed out of me and rolled to my side.

"Oh my god, Lamont. That was wonderful. I came from you fucking my ass."

"Whew! Yeah. You real good, baby. You real fine."

Marion came over with a washcloth and gently scrubbed Lamont clean. She lay down on the bed, Lamont between us, and leaned up on an elbow. She ran her hand over his chest, stopping to toy with a nipple. Her hand moved down his muscular stomach and she took his cock in her hand, stroked it, caressed it.

Marion held his cock up, looked me in the eye and waggled it, and said, "Get Lamont ready for me, baby. It's my turn."