My first (and only) boyfriend (final installment)
sorry for this brief wrap up...id love to go into more detail but i just dont have much time right now. i figure this will have to suffice until ive got the time to do this part justice. enjoy. i hope you like it.
anyway..we drank a few beers, and before i knew it i was kneeling in front of the couch learning how to please daddy with my mouth. after a about an hour of what i realized later was oral training (i had NO IDEA what i was doing) my new daddy ordered me to stand up and follow him to the bedroom...i thought about how i could slow things down, how i could postpone this...get ready for it. i wanted it but i didnt feel ready. i was scared to death. but at the same time, my desire to please him and show i was worthy was more powerful than my fear. i wanted to get naked with him...i wanted to feel him on top of me, i wanted to feel desired. little did i know how much more was in store for me.
we got to the bedroom...both naked already and he told me to get on my hands and knees facing him. of course i do so immediately and looked up at him in anticipation of his next order. he told me open my mouth and when i did, he spat a thck ball of spit into my mouth and told me to keep my mouth open...(i actually remember a lot more about this exchange but i cant get into every detail) with his blob of thick wet spit on my tongue. and my mind already beginning to break from his alpha dominance, masculinity and degradation he finally put his dick back in my mouth (i could barely contain myself from asking to suck it. even though only 10 minutes had passed since i was on my knees in front of the couch) i cant adequately express how submissive i was from the moment i kneeled in front of him ...and especially at this point. just being in the same room with him made me feel absolutely submissive....it wasnt until i touched myself the next day. at home alone thinking about him did i realize it was more than submission. it was femininity...i felt like a female when i was near him, i felt like a female when i WASNT with him. just his memory had me fingering my pussy and missing him.
he spent a good while standing and degrading me as i sucked his cock. smacking me, spitting in my mouth and telling me how bad i was at sucking his cock. which brought my apologies and redoubling my effort every time... the degradation was absolutely melting my brain. i was a drippy fucking mess by the time he said "turn around f#####". this was it...i wasnt ready, or so i thought. he penetrated me, it didnt hurt. da-ddy was very caring and took his time to slowly stretch my pussy and he used a lot of lube. we were also enjoying some chemical assistance which may have helped a great deal. when i was sufficiently prepared for him, he fucked me like a savage. i was crying and moaning like a girl and begging him to stop. but i didnt REALLY want him to stop and he knew it...my legs were wrapped around him like a vise holding him with me pulling him into me.. i wanted to feel his powerful body on top of me, fuckng me all night. i was addicted, just like that i was an addict and prepared to give him everything with question. i didnt even realize that i was crying and moaning until he told me to stop crying and take his dick. which snapped me out of my stupor...he said "be my good girl and take my dick..youre doing so good, even better than my boyfriend. (yeah, boyfriend) he cant take a pounding like this". he then proceeded to fuck me in missionary and kiss me so passionately....jesus christ, i fell in love with him in that moment, or thought i did. im serious, he was still fucking me after back to back sissygasms and i said "i love you sir, im sorry to say that the first night we"re together but i cant help it. i love you so much. i cant describe how i feel right now because its all new. all im sure of is ive never felt like this before for anyone not even my ex wife". i want to make you happy, am i making you happy? (i know, it was SO FUCKING PATHETIC) but he didnt embarrass me...he said something like "i know baby". he didnt tell me he loved me back, of course. i was feeling hurt a little because i wanted hiim to love me. but i also knew that was completely irrational. I had just been fucked and bred deeply by a real man my brain wasnt functioning correctly. i never experienced anything remotely close to that in my life. it was .....transformational.
what i didnt fully grasp that night (because i never thought about the ramifications of bottoming for a man. not a male...a MAN. I didnt fully understand the sexual difference between the two...not until i met him anyway.) was that he he took every shred of my masculinity. once i played the part of the girl, in bed with a real man i knew my days of fucking women were over. i would never embarrass myself trying to please a woman again. id devote myself to being attractive to black men from now on.
he erased my masculinity not only by fucking me with a beauyiful, massive, black dick (and gorgeous, large balls full of thick delicious cum) but also with his perfect masculinity too. he dominated me so wonderfully it was an amazing feeling. i loved that he was in charge and that my only job was to be sexy and be a good girl for him.. oh my fucking god, im so turned on just thinking about how giddy i was wearing stockings and his favorite panties. especially when he complimented me and told me how sexy i was...hed grope, squeeze and bite my ass cheeks, he would eat my pussy like a greedy starving animal. to say i was in sissy heaven doesnt even approach my level of bliss. i loved it...the weight of his powerful body, his deep confident voice, his thick cock stretching my pussy, his intimidating presence and his verbal degradation....his presence brought me to my knees both literally and figuratively. ...i didnt even know i wanted it, but when he pinned me down i melted into an appreciative, whimpering whore...when he slapped me, i thanked him and asked for more. if he spit in my mouth, i thanked him and asked for more. if he told me i was his white boy bitch and he owned me, i happily agreed and told him how i was the luckiest bitch on earth.. he just knew what i needed. he didnt ask, he just gave it to me, sometimes it was sweet and loving and other times dominant and aggressive....the sexual dominance and aggression only grew after that night. we both really got off on it. god, i miss him.
Epilogue:
he moved away for work, we stayed in touch but we ddnt end well. i thought he would invte me to live with him when he moved for his job. we were together almost 8 months (he dumped his pussy boyfriend almost immedately) and everything was great between us. i was practically living with him. so it seemed natural. but he left and asked me to wait a few months before i came down to vist him. i said ok. two months came and went. i made an excuse for not being able to make the trip...i had my reasons. i havent seen him since. i doubt ill meet anyone like him ever again. i havent gone back to pussy. i only want big, black, real man alpha dick. No versatile men, top men ONLY who know exactly what a fucking femboy sissy bitch like me needs. thank you for reading.
anyway..we drank a few beers, and before i knew it i was kneeling in front of the couch learning how to please daddy with my mouth. after a about an hour of what i realized later was oral training (i had NO IDEA what i was doing) my new daddy ordered me to stand up and follow him to the bedroom...i thought about how i could slow things down, how i could postpone this...get ready for it. i wanted it but i didnt feel ready. i was scared to death. but at the same time, my desire to please him and show i was worthy was more powerful than my fear. i wanted to get naked with him...i wanted to feel him on top of me, i wanted to feel desired. little did i know how much more was in store for me.
we got to the bedroom...both naked already and he told me to get on my hands and knees facing him. of course i do so immediately and looked up at him in anticipation of his next order. he told me open my mouth and when i did, he spat a thck ball of spit into my mouth and told me to keep my mouth open...(i actually remember a lot more about this exchange but i cant get into every detail) with his blob of thick wet spit on my tongue. and my mind already beginning to break from his alpha dominance, masculinity and degradation he finally put his dick back in my mouth (i could barely contain myself from asking to suck it. even though only 10 minutes had passed since i was on my knees in front of the couch) i cant adequately express how submissive i was from the moment i kneeled in front of him ...and especially at this point. just being in the same room with him made me feel absolutely submissive....it wasnt until i touched myself the next day. at home alone thinking about him did i realize it was more than submission. it was femininity...i felt like a female when i was near him, i felt like a female when i WASNT with him. just his memory had me fingering my pussy and missing him.
he spent a good while standing and degrading me as i sucked his cock. smacking me, spitting in my mouth and telling me how bad i was at sucking his cock. which brought my apologies and redoubling my effort every time... the degradation was absolutely melting my brain. i was a drippy fucking mess by the time he said "turn around f#####". this was it...i wasnt ready, or so i thought. he penetrated me, it didnt hurt. da-ddy was very caring and took his time to slowly stretch my pussy and he used a lot of lube. we were also enjoying some chemical assistance which may have helped a great deal. when i was sufficiently prepared for him, he fucked me like a savage. i was crying and moaning like a girl and begging him to stop. but i didnt REALLY want him to stop and he knew it...my legs were wrapped around him like a vise holding him with me pulling him into me.. i wanted to feel his powerful body on top of me, fuckng me all night. i was addicted, just like that i was an addict and prepared to give him everything with question. i didnt even realize that i was crying and moaning until he told me to stop crying and take his dick. which snapped me out of my stupor...he said "be my good girl and take my dick..youre doing so good, even better than my boyfriend. (yeah, boyfriend) he cant take a pounding like this". he then proceeded to fuck me in missionary and kiss me so passionately....jesus christ, i fell in love with him in that moment, or thought i did. im serious, he was still fucking me after back to back sissygasms and i said "i love you sir, im sorry to say that the first night we"re together but i cant help it. i love you so much. i cant describe how i feel right now because its all new. all im sure of is ive never felt like this before for anyone not even my ex wife". i want to make you happy, am i making you happy? (i know, it was SO FUCKING PATHETIC) but he didnt embarrass me...he said something like "i know baby". he didnt tell me he loved me back, of course. i was feeling hurt a little because i wanted hiim to love me. but i also knew that was completely irrational. I had just been fucked and bred deeply by a real man my brain wasnt functioning correctly. i never experienced anything remotely close to that in my life. it was .....transformational.
what i didnt fully grasp that night (because i never thought about the ramifications of bottoming for a man. not a male...a MAN. I didnt fully understand the sexual difference between the two...not until i met him anyway.) was that he he took every shred of my masculinity. once i played the part of the girl, in bed with a real man i knew my days of fucking women were over. i would never embarrass myself trying to please a woman again. id devote myself to being attractive to black men from now on.
he erased my masculinity not only by fucking me with a beauyiful, massive, black dick (and gorgeous, large balls full of thick delicious cum) but also with his perfect masculinity too. he dominated me so wonderfully it was an amazing feeling. i loved that he was in charge and that my only job was to be sexy and be a good girl for him.. oh my fucking god, im so turned on just thinking about how giddy i was wearing stockings and his favorite panties. especially when he complimented me and told me how sexy i was...hed grope, squeeze and bite my ass cheeks, he would eat my pussy like a greedy starving animal. to say i was in sissy heaven doesnt even approach my level of bliss. i loved it...the weight of his powerful body, his deep confident voice, his thick cock stretching my pussy, his intimidating presence and his verbal degradation....his presence brought me to my knees both literally and figuratively. ...i didnt even know i wanted it, but when he pinned me down i melted into an appreciative, whimpering whore...when he slapped me, i thanked him and asked for more. if he spit in my mouth, i thanked him and asked for more. if he told me i was his white boy bitch and he owned me, i happily agreed and told him how i was the luckiest bitch on earth.. he just knew what i needed. he didnt ask, he just gave it to me, sometimes it was sweet and loving and other times dominant and aggressive....the sexual dominance and aggression only grew after that night. we both really got off on it. god, i miss him.
Epilogue:
he moved away for work, we stayed in touch but we ddnt end well. i thought he would invte me to live with him when he moved for his job. we were together almost 8 months (he dumped his pussy boyfriend almost immedately) and everything was great between us. i was practically living with him. so it seemed natural. but he left and asked me to wait a few months before i came down to vist him. i said ok. two months came and went. i made an excuse for not being able to make the trip...i had my reasons. i havent seen him since. i doubt ill meet anyone like him ever again. i havent gone back to pussy. i only want big, black, real man alpha dick. No versatile men, top men ONLY who know exactly what a fucking femboy sissy bitch like me needs. thank you for reading.
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