“Hey man,” Xander said, greeting me after opening the front door to the mini-mansion he shared with Natalie. The guard at the front gate asked me a lot of questions before finally looking in the system to find my name on the guest list. The streets seemed a little smaller than regular streets, and curved around various little parks and man-made lakes within the gated community. 

After I finally found 8732 Storybrook Way and parked my car, I took a moment to steady my breath and slow my heart rate.

Natalie was my coworker and over time had started to share personal details about her marriage with Xander. Eventually she stopped saying things like ‘please don’t ever repeat this,’ and ‘I really shouldn’t be telling you this,’ because of how obvious it became that she needed someone to talk to, and that I felt the same way. She admitted that she had thought I was gay when when she met me, which didn’t bother me as much as she feared. It wasn’t the first time. Although I’m muscular from years of martial arts practice and yoga, I have features like high cheekbones, full lips, long, thick hair which I keep pulled back, feminine hips and a round ass. All of my serious relationships have been with women, however in my youth I had sexual experiences with men, and as an adult have continued to fantasize about being submissive to a man.

 I had hoped Natalie would have answered when I rang the doorbell, and my heart started immediately pounding when Xander’s wide chest appeared in front of my face after he opened the door. His hand was gigantic and his grip was strong, and I wondered if he was testing me when he looked me in the eye. My knees went a little soft and I immediately smiled for him.

I worked as a bartender at a place called The Nifty Horse, where Natalie was the manager. Prior to working at the bar Natalie had been an olympic athlete and professional basketball player but destroyed her knee and ankle in a skiing accident and now needed a brace on her left leg. It was during her time with the basketball team that she met Xander, a coach on the team, who was a former pro player himself.

Both of their kids had moved away to college, and from the many family photos throughout the house it was obvious how much love Natalie and Xander had for each other. Xander had invested his money well, which provided for beautiful vacations all over the world, along with lovely luxuries within their home.

It was only a few months ago that Natalie revealed that Xander was no longer interested in sex. I could tell their sex life was a problem long before Natalie said anything, so I wasn’t surprised. Natalie blamed her schedule, working many nights and weekends, and also that Xander had ‘unique needs.’ She also told me that they used to have a sex friend, but that he eventually met a woman and got married and broke things off with them. They have been looking for a replacement, but she said Xander is very picky. After hearing about Xander’s ‘unique needs,’ and about the male sex partner, and that she first thoguht I was gay, I understood what she was on her mind when she nervously invited me over to their house Sunday afternoon; Natalie wanted me to audition for Xander.

He gave me a quick tour of the front of the house; living room, kitchen, entertainment room, but we stopped there when Xander received a call and excused himself. I thought I had been looking over their family photos alone, but I felt someone looking at me and turned around and found Xander. It was either a very good phone call or he liked what he saw because he looked pleased about something. He was not shy about continuing to look me over, and I followed an instinct to turn around and pretend to look at more photos, presenting my backside to him. I slowly began to saunter along the perimeter of the room, accentuating my hip flexibility with each slow, graceful step. My cock grew hard in my thin linen pants, enjoying Xander’s eyes on me as I looked at the photos.

“Did you offer my friend a drink?” Natalie said as she entered the room, putting an end to the heightened sexual tension Xander had created with me. Honestly, I was grateful she had because I wasn’t sure where things were going.

“Ice tea?” I asked, and without answering Xander left for the kitchen.

“How’s it going?” Natalie asked, giving me a quick hello hug, and I told her how much I loved her house and how beautiful her family was. I realized we had never actually talked about what this visit was about, if anything beyond just a way to spend a Sunday afternoon. It seemed obvious because the invitation came after discussing her concern about her sex life with Xander, and I waited for Natalie to say something. Xander arrived with an ice tea for me and Natalie and a beer for himself.

About an hour later, the three of us were seated at their patio table in their beautiful backyard. Xander was on his third beer, while I had just finished my second ice tea and really didn’t want a third one. During a lull in the otherwise lively conversation I had just decided to announce that I would leave, when Natalie whispered to Xander.

“What do you think?” she asked.

My heart started racing and I looked down and pretended that I couldn’t hear what they were saying to give them some privacy. I also wondered what exactly I was willing to do. I couldn’t deny that I was sexually attracted to Xander. I fantasized about men much larger and stronger than I, and Xander certainly fit that description. I also responded very strongly to his intensity. His heightened masculinity seemed to inspire my submissive side.

Xander stood from his chair and walked over to me. I looked up and found his waist directly in front of my face. Just as I admitted to myself that I wanted to suck his dick, Xander pulled his cock out and guided me down on him. Not that it took much guiding; I licked my lips and my mouth fell open immediately, but I did enjoy his hand gripping my hair. He pulled me off his shaft and directed me to his balls, and I became hard when I heard his audible approval before he began face fucking me harder.

“Stand up,” he instructed after removing his cock from my mouth.

“Why do you want my black cock?” he asked, causing me to become flustered by the race oriented question. Natalie and I had never found a reason to discuss me being white and her being black, and I wasn’t sure what to say. In my previous marriage I had become attracted to cuckold porn, which often involved a black guy and white wife. I had once read an article online about the racist history of fetishizing black men and suddenly worried I was about to be shamed for my desires.

“Yes,” I answered honestly before I had finished thinking it through. Xander shoved his hands down the back of my pants and squeezed my ass.

“What do you like about my black cock?” he whispered in my ear, pressing a finger against my asshole.

“It’s big and thick and I like the way it feels in my mouth,” I answered honestly.

“You have nice lips. Soft and full lips. You suck dick like a natural,” he said.

“I know,” I said.

Before I could tell him that my attraction to men was purely sexual and not romantic, and therefore kissing wasn’t something we needed to do, Xander put his hand around my neck, pulled my hair back and softly placed his tongue in my mouth. It quickly became a deep kiss, the deepest kiss I’ve ever experienced with a man, causing my knees to buckle. Xander walked me back against the wall, pulled my pants down and grabbed my balls. I was afraid I would burst in his hand. As if he could sense my fear he returned to gripping my ass.

“I like soft, smooth, white ass,” Xander said. “You’re tight and thick. Have you ever been fucked before?”

“No,” I said. “But I fuck myself with a big…”

“Big what?” Xander asked.

“A big black dildo,” I said, and Xander laughed and kissed me again. Although I had been resistant to the idea, I loved feeling completely submissive and taken by him. His kisses made me softer and more flexible.

“You’re soft back here,” he said, now shoving a second finger inside my asshole. “You keep it that way? With oil or lube or something?”

“I do,” I said, becoming overwhelmed by his finger fucking along with feeling vulnerable by the honesty. In truth I used coconut oil daily on my cock, balls, asshole and ass cheeks. I liked keeping myself soft.

“Suck my dick again,” he said.

Xander’s kisses inspired me and I kissed his shoulders, chest and sucked his nipple, once again enjoying the sound of his moaning and encouragement. I then kissed down his hard stomach before finally arriving at his erect shaft.

I looked up at him as I licked his balls, enjoying the perspective of our eye contact. With his balls in my mouth, my eyes locked with his, I thought about his thick cock stretching my asshole. I loved the idea of pain that would come with the pleasure of giving myself over to him, and experiencing being filled by his thickness. I wanted to feel his balls slapping against my taint.

I struggled with my gag reflex, however I enjoyed choking on his cock while he watched me struggle. As my eyes filled with water and tears ran down my face, I stubbornly tried to take him again, failing over and over again. During a coughing fit I had to pull my mouth away, during which I dried my eyes and saw the smile on his face.

“Good girl,” he said, playing with my hair as I caught my breath. I had never been into crossdressing and certainly identified as a man but I liked in this situation that he called me a girl.

Xander spanked his heavy cock against my cheek and I was surprised by the little punch it packed.

“Back on it, baby,” he said, pushing me down and my eager mouth again taking his dick. I did like the way he felt on my tongue. He was smooth and silky in a very nice way. And something about sucking his balls felt like the epitome of servicing him, and I liked submitting completely in such a debasing way. I would’ve taken pride had I been able to make him cum with my mouth, but I also desperately wanted his cock in my ass.

Xander didn’t bother inviting me inside to their bedroom, or even the living room couch, to fuck me. Instead he pushed the empty glasses to the side and instructed me to lay on my back on the edge of the patio table. He lifted my legs over my head by my ankles and spread me apart before fucking me.

“Casey?” Natalie asked me while I was moaning and gasping for breath, attempting to accommodate the entry of Xander’s cock between my cheeks. “Would you mind making me cum while Z fucks you?”

“Uhhh!!!  Aahhhl!!! Uh!” I moaned in response, happy with whatever. Xander squeezed my balls as he pressed into me further which provided me intense pleasure.

“Let me break her in for a little while,” Xander said. I loved hearing the desire in his voice, and that he wanted me for himself. He thrust into me harder causing me to cry out, which almost knocked the table over and also nearly made both of us cum.

Xander slowly fucked me, his girth stretching me like no dildo I’d ever experienced, and after I was able to take him halfway he pulled out and told me to bend over.

He smacked me on the ass very hard and then hit me harder. He positioned me over the table with my legs spread apart, ripped my hair back by my pony tail and kissed my neck while he fucked me, causing me intense warm vibrations throughout my body. I rotated my hips for him and loved hearing his approval. “That’s it baby,” he said. “You’re so fucking hot baby, you’re gonna make me cum. You want my cum?”

“I do,” I purred, wiggling my hips and ass while he pummeled me.

“You want to be my regular little slut?”

“Yes,” I said.

“You’re so fucking tight baby,” Xander said, fucking harder, his voice with a quiver. “I think you’re gonna make me cum.”

I tightened around his cock and moaned louder, as if tempting him.

“Are you playing with me baby?” he asked, and I was pleased our flirtatious communication had worked. Xander spanked me. “You want to play with me baby?” He fucked me harder. I heard the smacking sound of his hips against my ass cheeks. I arched my back, presenting him a better angle.

“That’s right baby, you fucking take it.” Xander grabbed my forearms and lifted me from the table while he fucked me.

“Alright Nat, we’re ready for you,” Xander said, calling out to Natalie.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, ohhhh,” I moaned, my knees wobbly while Xander held me from behind and fucked me in his backyard. I began shaking all over.

“Are you gonna cum baby? Are you a natural bottom slut?”

My tendency was to reach for my dick to jack myself off, but Xander held my arms firmly.

“Am I gonna fuck the cum out of my little slut?”

His dirty talk was getting to me.

“I’m gonna make your little pussy cum,” Xander said and I lost control of my legs.

Xander held me up by my arms and fucked me.

“Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh,” I moaned on repeat, feeling a gigantic orgasm coming to the surface. I worried about Natalie and Xander’s neighbors.’

“Louder,” Xander said, causing me to scream.

“Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh!”

Xander squeezed my arms and fucked me fast and hard from behind, his body crashing into me and causing my erect penis to bang around.

“Cum for me baby,” Xander instructed, and thick streams of cum shot all over his patio.

I screamed as Xander laughed. Natalie walked out just as I finished.

“Damn, I missed it?”

“Nope,” Xander said, moving me to the grass and putting me on all fours.

“Listen up, my natural slut,” Xander said as Natalie got on all fours in front of me, presenting her ass in my face. 

“You’re going to eat Natalie’s ass while I fuck you.”

I thought about Natalie and our friendship and found her moist pussy in my face incredibly erotic as Xander continued working my ass from behind. I tongued her pussy, enjoying her scent along with the sound of Xander easily fucking in and out of my asshole now. She moaned loudly as I tongued between her ass cheeks, against her hole. Natalie pressed her wet pussy against my nose, grinding on my face until she came while Xander fucked me into her, going harder and faster until he jacked off on me, shooting cum all over my gaping asshole.