This story deals with cuckolding, interracial sex. It's a story about a once heterosexual male eagerly transitioning from a mere panty wearing cock sucker to voluntary gender reassignment for the woman he loves. If these are subjects with which you have issues, please go elsewhere.
It was just weeks after my first night of paying the price to see Lois with Mr. Shawn. I must say, being there was worth the price of admission. Lois's love and appreciation for black men and the incredible sex she enjoys with them was contagious. I asked her, after sharing black cocks with her friend, if she'd like to move in with me. "My house is larger and on a quiet street."
Lois packed up her things and her Yorkie and settled in nicely. Two days later, we enjoyed another of Mr. Shawn's most welcomed visits. By this time, I was comfortable being nude when greeting Mr. Shawn.
I'm more comfortable because Lois helped me get over myself. She insisted that I should be naked when at home. "It's something else I need from you, johnnie. I can't explain it, but you being naked makes me feel more secure."
And it was Lois's needs that filled me with purpose.
I was naked when she brought home a girlfriend, Brenda, from work. It was a difficult chore for me to not get an erection, a chore I failed at miserably.
The girls got a laugh out of my predicament as I served them and spent the evening basically waiting on them.
Brenda and Lois are alike in several ways. Both have the same proclivity for having sex with black men. Both dress down for work and dress sexy for their man friends.
Lois, by far has the larger bottom of the two but Brenda's body is well proportioned. No, I have never seen her naked and probably never will because Lois feels that me seeing other naked women would be disrespectful to her and detrimental to our relationship.
I'm pretty sure Brenda had been told what I do for Lois. I'm equally sure that Brenda told others.
I had acted out of my comfort zone by submitting to Lois's needs. I felt no shame for having done it. And, according to the reviews from Mr. Shawn and Lois, I did what I did well.
My lady was right when she told me that sucking my first cock would be the most difficult one. It not only became easier as Lois said it would, I learned to enjoy pleasing her big handsome man and found my own perverse pleasure sucking his cock. It made me feel somehow better about myself, giving myself for another's pleasure, serving and servicing one superior to me.
Now, in a perfect world, no one would know what goes on behind closed doors. No one would know I had sucked a cock and actually enjoyed it. But it's not a perfect world and people do know what I did, what I've become.
I could cure cancer and no one would call me a doctor. I could build the tallest building, yet no one would say I as a great engineer. But suck one cock, only one, and I'm a cock sucker for life in the eyes of those who have knowledge of that fact.
And the most important person who knows that is Lois. Okay, Mr. Shawn too.
But it's the others who look at me differently. I was not ashamed. I knew I what I was doing was right. But it simply wasn't their business.
When I complained to Lois, she wouldn't have it. "Baby, you're going to have a sad life if you go around worried about what others know about you. So, you're a cock sucker. So what? I'm proud of you and that should be all that counts."
She was right. Lois is all that matters to me. Aside from the knowing looks and whispered comments, I have never been happier as I am tending to Lois's needs. And she has many needs.
It's my job to keep her pubic hair and leg hair shaved. It's my job to polish her toenails. I have many other such tasks which require my daily attention. I easily accepted the subseriant male Lois needed. And I am rewarded for my efforts.
Lois allows me to have sex with her if I've done everything perfectly which I strive to do. She and I both know that I am unable to bring her the passion she gets from Mr. Shawn but Lois makes that sacrifice for me as long as when I've cum, I put "that shit" back where it came from.
I've spent many hours kissing her fabulous bottom too. Believe me, that is definitely not a chore. It's a pleasure.
Caring for Lois's needs has given my life purpose. Every day I have something to do for someone other than myself. Before Lois, my life was routine. The things I did, I did for me. With Lois, I began to see that my needs weren't really needs at all but selfish desires. Putting her first, tending to her needs, kneeling at her side sharring a cock with Lois have made me a better person and filled a void within me I had been aware was there.
"johnnie, I 've been asked out by someone new. Derrick, a man I met while I was shopping Saturday while you were here doing laundry. God, but he's handsome. I bet his cock is bigger than Shawn's too."
I could see my lady was excited. Lois is like that. She attracts men, especially black men which suits her. She calls her love of black cocks a fetish. I call it a lifestyle. I knew going in she preferred black men for sex and I accept that. After seeing her and Mr. Shawn together, I understood her need and my role.
In time, her need for black cocks would become mine as well.
"We have to get me something new to wear for him, baby. I'm thinking a short skirt, you know, a mini-skirt, maybe a leather one."
"Yes, ma'am. But won't Mr. Shawn be angry?"
"Hell no. He has no claim on me and he's married anyway."
I didn't know that.
"Where is Derrick taking you?"
"Dancing. He knows a place where we won't stand out. Where we won't be the only black man and white woman couple."
"That's nice, dear."
It's always better when Lois is comfortable when she's out with her man friends. When she isn't, she comes homes bitchy. On those occasions which are rare, I will fix her a warm bath, a cool glass of white wine, place scented candles around the tub and watch over her as she winds down and relaxes.
We went shopping and Lois did buy a leather miniskirt and a very sheer black blouse. ""Derrick says he likes to show off his bitches and said I should dress for show."
Lois asked me to select the panties she would wear on her date. I chose a leopard print thong which she adored. "Oh baby, what a great eye you have. And they're only $85.00."
"Nothing's too good for my sexy lady," I said, basking in her praise.
When the evening came around, Lois said she wanted me to assist her preparing for her date. "It's the cuckold's job to be helpful baby. And when you help me get ready for him, I know that you love me. And johnnie, baby, I need to know you love me."
I helped her step into her new thong and pulled it up. "Kiss my pussy, baby."
She has only to ask.
When Lois was ready, she looked beautiful. Heavy eye shadow, bright red lip stick that matched her finer and toenails. Very high heels.
"Do I look like a hooker, baby?"
No ma'am. Not at all."
Lois frowned. "I tried my best to look like a whore for Derrick. He likes that look on the white women he dates."
I was quick to apologize. "I'm sorry Lois, really. I thought if I said yes, you'd be hurt. You look like a beautiful hooker. Honest you do."
She kissed my cheek. "You are the sweetest cuckold. Don't wait up and do not, I repeat, do not jack off."
Just then a car pulled up and honked the horn. "That's Derrick. He told me to listen for his horn."
"Remember, no beating off."