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Well this is something I never expected. Here I am in a gay resort in the Canary Islands, can't remember what it's called, with a man, a black man.
I am effectively his woman and my raison d'etre is to pleasure him. Well, he has paid to bring me here and bought me clothes to wear, not that he asked or that they were anything I would have chosen for myself but I seemed to have any choice.
He is black, 6ft, muscled and hung, a good 8 inches I'd say. I am a 5'6" straight man not getting any luck with the ladies so turned to men for some sexual pleasure.
I'm submissive so like to find the dominant type to please and until I found this guy I hadn't found anyone. I'd given head and been taken but the satisfaction I was looking for just didn't seem to be there.
Nobody would really call me a Slut, nobody would call me a Faggot, they just seemed to want to be friends and not upset anyone, it was dreadful.
Anyway, I'm mild-mannered, 12st, 59 and have never crossdressed in my life or even thought about it, well not until two different black guys asked if I would dress for them, one who I hadn't met and one who I had.
I had only met this guy twice. We met socially and chatted before retiring to his hotel roon and repeated the evening a second time. I had given him my number should he want a third, fourth or fifth for that matter!
Out of the blue, he did call me one day and simply told me we are going on holiday later that day. He had booked it so I was to get my passport, some shorts, and T-shirts for the daytime,
He instructed me to be ready in 15 minutes as we are going shopping first for some evening wear.
I couldn't help but wonder why, this was a little unusual and obviously, I had clothes I could pack.
On the dot, he was tooting outside so I scooted out, put my half-empty suitcase in the boot and hopped in the front seat. He had a smile on his face, I knew something was up but had no idea what.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"All in good time honey, all in good time."
Well, I trusted him, you have to trust your man don't you. I told him when we first met that I like to be the Bitch and as he was an alpha male anyway I wasn't ever going to be anything else.
Anyway, he took me shopping and to my horror and total embarrassment, he had waltzed into a lingerie shop and announced to the woman that he'd like her to kit me out for a week in the sun.
I had to try on stockings, panties, dresses, go into several shops and then he took me to the beauticians where, as it turned out, I had an appointment booked. They took me into a back room and proceeded to remove my body hair, of which there wasn't a lot anyway. And apart from my head, I mean all of it.
I have to say, they didn't once giggle or give me funny looks, indeed they were telling me what a lucky gurl I was.
I was instructed I would be wearing the purchases on holiday when we went out in the evenings, not that that took much figuring out. I played the feminine role in bed, now it seemed I was to play it out of bed too. Well, at least I'd be in a place where nobody knows me.
So here I was, on holiday, in a red dress cut just above the knee, in a bar reaching up on tip-toe to kiss my man, resting my hand on his muscled chest, kissing his neck when he is sat down in front of everyone, calling him darling all the time, not that he had asked me to, it just felt right. After all, I have to make him look good, don't I.
He had befriended three other equally impressively built black men who joined us at our table and we all had a relaxed and pleasant evening.
They all jumped at the suggestion we all head back to our villa to continue the evening, it being around 11:30pm. Once back my man opened a bottle of white wine for me, he had never given me a choice of what to drink since we had met, girls drink wine he had told me and I was his gurl. They all continued on the spirits.
Everyone was getting on famously as we sat outside in the warm late evening but after 40 minutes or so I felt like I had better turn in.
"Darling, I'm tired, I'm going to bed, you stay and enjoy yourself with your friends" and with that I sat on his lap, give him a passionate goodnight kiss while running my hands over his head and neck to put on a show in front of his new mates.
I got up off his lap and standing beside him, run my hand down his chest and over his groin, "I'll see you later."
I turn my back, "Would you mind unzipping me darling" I ask.
"Aren't you going to say goodnight to our guests first?"
"Oh I'm so sorry darling, so rude of me, do forgive me, gentlemen."
I move round behind my man to the other side of the table and sit on the first guys' lap. I give him the same passionate goodnight kiss, run my fingers down his chiseled chest, get off his lap, sink to my haunches, run my hand over his groin, unzip him and fish our his manhood.
I slide my lips over his shaft, run my tongue around his knobhead rim and up his now quickly hardening shaft. I slide my lips down his meat once more and suck on the way up before releasing him, kissing the end of his helmet, looking up into his eyes and saying "Goodnight Sir."
I then moved to the second guy and gave him the same treatment before moving onto the third and repeating it again.
I then got up and moved back round the table to stand back facing my man "Be a Sweetie."
He unzips me to the small of my back and I take the couple of paces to the patio door before half turning and saying to him, "You really are a naughty boy parading three delicious hunks in front of me, you know how insatiable I get when I'm horny."
I am effectively his woman and my raison d'etre is to pleasure him. Well, he has paid to bring me here and bought me clothes to wear, not that he asked or that they were anything I would have chosen for myself but I seemed to have any choice.
He is black, 6ft, muscled and hung, a good 8 inches I'd say. I am a 5'6" straight man not getting any luck with the ladies so turned to men for some sexual pleasure.
I'm submissive so like to find the dominant type to please and until I found this guy I hadn't found anyone. I'd given head and been taken but the satisfaction I was looking for just didn't seem to be there.
Nobody would really call me a Slut, nobody would call me a Faggot, they just seemed to want to be friends and not upset anyone, it was dreadful.
Anyway, I'm mild-mannered, 12st, 59 and have never crossdressed in my life or even thought about it, well not until two different black guys asked if I would dress for them, one who I hadn't met and one who I had.
I had only met this guy twice. We met socially and chatted before retiring to his hotel roon and repeated the evening a second time. I had given him my number should he want a third, fourth or fifth for that matter!
Out of the blue, he did call me one day and simply told me we are going on holiday later that day. He had booked it so I was to get my passport, some shorts, and T-shirts for the daytime,
He instructed me to be ready in 15 minutes as we are going shopping first for some evening wear.
I couldn't help but wonder why, this was a little unusual and obviously, I had clothes I could pack.
On the dot, he was tooting outside so I scooted out, put my half-empty suitcase in the boot and hopped in the front seat. He had a smile on his face, I knew something was up but had no idea what.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"All in good time honey, all in good time."
Well, I trusted him, you have to trust your man don't you. I told him when we first met that I like to be the Bitch and as he was an alpha male anyway I wasn't ever going to be anything else.
Anyway, he took me shopping and to my horror and total embarrassment, he had waltzed into a lingerie shop and announced to the woman that he'd like her to kit me out for a week in the sun.
I had to try on stockings, panties, dresses, go into several shops and then he took me to the beauticians where, as it turned out, I had an appointment booked. They took me into a back room and proceeded to remove my body hair, of which there wasn't a lot anyway. And apart from my head, I mean all of it.
I have to say, they didn't once giggle or give me funny looks, indeed they were telling me what a lucky gurl I was.
I was instructed I would be wearing the purchases on holiday when we went out in the evenings, not that that took much figuring out. I played the feminine role in bed, now it seemed I was to play it out of bed too. Well, at least I'd be in a place where nobody knows me.
So here I was, on holiday, in a red dress cut just above the knee, in a bar reaching up on tip-toe to kiss my man, resting my hand on his muscled chest, kissing his neck when he is sat down in front of everyone, calling him darling all the time, not that he had asked me to, it just felt right. After all, I have to make him look good, don't I.
He had befriended three other equally impressively built black men who joined us at our table and we all had a relaxed and pleasant evening.
They all jumped at the suggestion we all head back to our villa to continue the evening, it being around 11:30pm. Once back my man opened a bottle of white wine for me, he had never given me a choice of what to drink since we had met, girls drink wine he had told me and I was his gurl. They all continued on the spirits.
Everyone was getting on famously as we sat outside in the warm late evening but after 40 minutes or so I felt like I had better turn in.
"Darling, I'm tired, I'm going to bed, you stay and enjoy yourself with your friends" and with that I sat on his lap, give him a passionate goodnight kiss while running my hands over his head and neck to put on a show in front of his new mates.
I got up off his lap and standing beside him, run my hand down his chest and over his groin, "I'll see you later."
I turn my back, "Would you mind unzipping me darling" I ask.
"Aren't you going to say goodnight to our guests first?"
"Oh I'm so sorry darling, so rude of me, do forgive me, gentlemen."
I move round behind my man to the other side of the table and sit on the first guys' lap. I give him the same passionate goodnight kiss, run my fingers down his chiseled chest, get off his lap, sink to my haunches, run my hand over his groin, unzip him and fish our his manhood.
I slide my lips over his shaft, run my tongue around his knobhead rim and up his now quickly hardening shaft. I slide my lips down his meat once more and suck on the way up before releasing him, kissing the end of his helmet, looking up into his eyes and saying "Goodnight Sir."
I then moved to the second guy and gave him the same treatment before moving onto the third and repeating it again.
I then got up and moved back round the table to stand back facing my man "Be a Sweetie."
He unzips me to the small of my back and I take the couple of paces to the patio door before half turning and saying to him, "You really are a naughty boy parading three delicious hunks in front of me, you know how insatiable I get when I'm horny."
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