What can I say? My girlfriend and I have a gratuitous and fortunate sex life. Above all I am honest with her and she is with me, so when I told her I wanted to be dressed like a two bit whore and fucked with the largest "strap on" she would dare use, I was scared she would leave me. Instead we went shopping. The saleswoman at Victoria Secret must have wondered why we were buying the same thing in two different sizes. And as I looked back while my girlfriend was paying I noticed them both look me up and down and smile.
As time passed, my kinks became more and more extreme, or maybe I learned to be a bit more honest with myself as I long ago learned to trust her. There were many times I fucked her, not caring which orifice I entered. I dumped my cum in her, using her much like I used a rag when I first started jerking off. We fucked so much that every position became mundane. Our imaginations are what spiced it up. I liked making her cum and wanted to please her as much as she pleased me. I like to think I'm very good with my tongue, words, I meant words.
Once a week she dressed me in lingerie, but once a month she transformed me into a woman. This meant I was dressed in thigh highs, garters, heels, mini skirt, bra, and a lace top, but she added some make-up and a wig to complete the effect.
Occasionally she made me shave my legs. And when we watch the videos we recorded, I jerk off with her sitting next to me doing the same. It was exciting watching me get pegged with her strap-on. What can I say? It is hot; especially since sometime I don't even recognize the "girl" as me.
A little about my other half, other than she's wonderful. She is a bit younger than me and has been with more men then I've been with women. I'm OK with that; it's actually a turn on when she whispers in my ear who and what she's done before while we have sex. Mind you, this is normally after I already came a few times and she knows the thought will keep me erect to fuck her until she cums again.
She doesn't discriminate either; I knew she was with black men, black men with big dicks. If I remember correctly, her biggest dick inside her was 11 1/2". And although I might not be able to compare in the size and girth department, I please her. However, that's a story for another time since the relationship we are in is currently our second chance. She told me many times that she loved watching a black man fuck her because of the contrast. This might also be why we have multiple sex toys in multiple colors, but the strap on was always "white".
Then one day, she changed it on me. I was on my knees unzipping her pants and a big huge "black" dick nailed me in the face. She laughed at my shocked look and before I could stand up and protest, she grabbed the back of my head with the one hand and shoved her "dick" in my mouth with the other. I guess I was trained well, I started sucking. I watched for a few seconds as the black mass disappeared into my mouth. Before closing my eyes and succumbing, I silently agreed with her that the contrast of colors was hot and started bobbing my head back and forth.
The cold plastic warmed entering and exiting my mouth as I imagined what she said sucking cock feels like. The reality of her plastic dick gave way to a new visual. In my mind, I was no longer sucking off a toy. I was gorging my sexual desire with my first black cock. When I gagged, it only made her fuck my face faster. Any normal cross dressing session we had never lasted this long. Normally after five minutes of "sucking her off" she would position herself behind me, but not this time. This first time with her black meat in my mouth lasted thirty. I think I came twice...without touching.
It's only on special occasions that she uses the black strap-on; she likes it better when I beg for it. Eventually, being in my ass or my mouth wasn't enough and we placed another on the headboard of our bed. I was impaled by both ends. My lust knew no bounds. Of course we would switch and I would be behind her fucking away in her ass while she sucked on the black plastic cock. When we did this, it was by "black cocks" only, she felt...excuse me. While writing this, I have to go jerk off, what's to come I need to be level headed as I write. After all, my girlfriend will be reading this and I want to make sure she gets wet during my re-telling of events; maybe I will eat her pussy while she reads it over.
The next few events occurred because something that happened a couple months ago. While she was in my ass fucking away we had a conversation. Sometimes these "conversations" were demands I had dinner on the table when she got home, or the bathroom had to be cleaned while wearing my maid's outfit, and even the occasional customer she told me she wanted to fuck.
There were two in particular she told me about... a lot. I already had it in my head what they looked like, by her description, both were big and black. This is when she admitted to me she wanted to fuck both of them, while I watched...dressed. I came instantly. We talked about it afterwards and the idea still turned us on without any indiscretion. We were very open with her fantasies so it didn't bother me.
When she called me up to take her to lunch the next day, I didn't realize how much thought she put into it. I walked in I saw her talking to two black men. I pretended that these were the two she always mentioned. I found out during lunch, they were.
I'm 6'; she's 5'3". She looked minuscule next to the taller of the two; I approximated him to be 6' 3" and the other shorter at 5'10". Both had very large muscular builds and both, if I guessed right, were in their twenties. I would try to deny that I checked out their bulges, but she would call me on that, so I am just going to say, they looked like they were packing. She introduced me to them both and then excused us saying I was taking her to lunch. At first I thought I was the escape clause from the two customers and as we walked away, I felt they were staring at her like she was lunch or maybe it was me.
"What do you think?"
"Of?" I hesitantly asked, wondering if she was inquiring about the food, or did I miss something. I looked over her nails, hair, and clothing, but nothing was new, nothing looked out of place; she looked as beautiful as she always did.
"The two customers."
"What about them?" I was trying to be nonchalant, but my sick perverted desires wanted to hear her voice her own wanton sexual deviancy.
"I would love to fuck them while you watch as we pretended to do."
Even though we were in public, the one thing that makes me love this woman so much is that she is very direct and straight to the point. She didn't lower her voice, didn't even pretend we were talking about anything other than the new curtains she wanted. I think the old lady next to us would have blushed if she didn't happen to be reading "50 shades of Gray".
"So what's stopping you?" I said half jokingly and fully turned on. I can't deny it, when I'm wearing panties, and she long ago trained me to be in panties for our "work" lunch dates, I become an instant slut and if she talked about sex, I became wet.
In our relationship we talked about many things. I knew her fantasy of multiple guys; bathed in cum, being with a woman, forcibly, but we never talked about actually doing anything with anyone. We only role-played in the bedroom. Was this a test of my love, was she so serious about this that she might do it anyway, or was our love so strong that we could dabble and not become jealous?
She laughed it off "They're gay, but god damn aren't they cute?"
I avoided the question with another bite of my lunch. Even though I knew she was looking at me I kept my attention on my food. We continued with small talk and then I took her back to work. I went home and them being gay or not I jerked off at the thought of the two of them fucking my girlfriend. I didn't last long. Almost directly after, she called.
"What's up Boo?"
"Hey, Honey."
