Becoming His Woman

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this out. Because of it, let me suggest that it might be helpful to reread one or two previous chapters to refresh your memory of James/Jamie's sexual journey. This picks up where Chapter 4 ended.

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The last 24 hours had been transformational in many ways. The previous evening spent pleasuring Marcus with my feminized body had been satisfying and fulfilling, and had me questioning my fundamental gender identity. Not had I deeply enjoyed giving him blowjobs as a faux female serving her hunky black man, but when he fucked me, it was as if every last bit of masculinity had been erotically driven from my consciousness. In my sexual soul I had become his woman.

This change in outlook had - perhaps paradoxically - been affirmed by my afternoon tryst with Michelle, which felt entirely lesbian in nature. She was incredibly desirable, but it was Jamie who felt that way, not James. I loved the way our bodies felt together and our coupling had just made me feel even more feminine.

Now, at the end of my second day at the spa, the treatments were having both a physical and emotional effect. My skin was smoother and more moist (if that is a thing) - it felt great to run my hands over my body, and putting on fine silk and lace undergarments was a wonderful pleasure. As a final touch, a kind of tinted satin glitter had been applied as a lotion, creating a uniform - and dare I say, sexy - appearance. When added to the other grooming techniques - hair extensions, eyebrow shaping, make-up, nails, testicle stuffing, and the plumping cream - my transformation into a modestly attractive woman was pretty believable.

Which leads directly to how I was feeling. I had quickly become very comfortable in my new feminine appearance. It was defining me now; I liked being a woman, or at least presenting as one. Add in what it was like to have Marcus inside me - either mouth or ass-pussy - and I wasn't sure I wanted to go back to simply being a man. There were many new pleasures associated with the transformed me that would be very hard to give up.

Michelle and Anya were going over with me a few packing and preparation items for the long weekend ahead. If I saw them again - and it was clear to me that I hoped I would - it wouldn't be until Tuesday. So I needed supplies, things to wear (honestly, mostly lingerie), and some instructions on how to maintain my appearance for three days (and four nights!) without refreshers from the spa. A bag had been packed with protein shakes, enemas, plumping and other lotions, make-up, and other items to keep me at my feminine best.

Anya led off the questioning: "How are you feeling about spending the next few days and nights as Marcus' woman, Jamie?"

I really didn't need to think about. "Mostly excited. I feel like I am doing what comes naturally when I am with him, and I like that he takes charge of my body. It is incredibly fulfilling to give him sexual pleasure. Honestly, I have never been fucked like this before and I could easily become addicted to it."

"That said, I feel like he is still holding back. Each time he has fucked me it has been from behind, and I get why. He likes my ass and from that perspective it is easy for him to consider me a woman. But I would love to open my legs, and take his body between my thighs. And, one day, I want him to kiss me. To have his cock deep in my cunt and his tongue filling my mouth would be heaven."

"Give it time, dear" Anya injected. "We are both happy for you. Do you have any concerns about the maintenance of your appearance?"

"I think I am ok with all the basics. My make-up might not be quite as creatively done as it is here, but I think I will manage. I also appreciate the need to take occasional breaks to make sure I do all the things to stay fresh and attractive."

Both women smiled reassuringly, and Michelle said, "I am sure you will do fine. Enjoy yourself, and I hope we get to see you again."

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The ride to the condominium where Marcus lived was much like the evening before, except that tonight I was actually wearing a dress - a wrap that showed off the curves created by the corset and the plumping lotion. I was by no means voluptuous, but my body had a bit of a shape, especially in my ass. Speaking of which, I also had the large glass butt plug inside me and, each time the limo went over a bump I was erotically reminded of its presence. Actually, it was making me VERY horny.

This state of mind likely explains the encounter I had at the elevator after signing in. As I waited for the lift doors to open, I was joined by a slightly older, handsome, and well-dressed gentleman. I immediately began to imagine him as a sex partner (god, that butt plug made me a slut). Then he spoke up: "Hi. I don't think I've seen you here before. Are you a new resident?" The doors opened and as I stepped inside, rolling my luggage with me, I turned to him and responded, "no, just a visitor this week. I have a friend who lives here." I pushed the button for the high floor Marcus lived on, and the man followed suit, for a landing a couple stories down from it.

He continued to look at me - appreciating the view, yet I suspected he thought something was slightly off. But it was nice to get the attention - a first for me like this - and I decided to take it a step further. I smiled at him and asked, "would you like to touch?" His face registered a bit of bewilderment, so I reached for his near hand and guided it back to my ass. "Feel it." With surprising confidence, the man gently squeezed my cheeks and then ran his fingers down the cleft of my butt. The thin dress yielded to his touch and, since I was wearing a thong, he quickly found the head of the plug in my ass. I smiled and told him, "please press it in" and he immediately did. Once, then twice he pushed inward on the plug with his fingers as his palm remained on my ass cheek. Oh my, it was a turn-on and I let out a sound that was part sigh, part moan. He responded with a firm caress of my ass and one more press on the plug before we arrived at his floor. As the doors opened I smiled demurely at him and said in a soft voice, "what a nice touch - thank you for the naughty thrill." He smiled back, stepped off the elevator, and stared at me as the doors closed. I'll bet it was an encounter he will long remember; I know I will.

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Marcus was already home when arrived at his door. He welcomed me in, took the handle of my roller luggage and directed it to a spot out of the way, and beckoned me into the living room where he had a bottle of champagne chilling on ice with a couple of crystal glasses. He ceremonially opened the bottle with a satisfying "pop" and poured us two generous servings. Marcus proposed a toast: "To new friendships, great conversations, and deep connections!" I smiled back: "To very deep connections!"

We sat together on the couch and began a rambling conversation about a wide range of subjects. That was a truly interesting aspect of our "connection" - our chats weren't just small talk. Some of the things we discussed were substantive - we had common interests in architecture and cinema - and he was genuinely solicitous of my views. Marcus also made it a point to favorably comment on my appearance. I knew from the mirrors at the spa, and from the encounter with the gentleman in the elevator, that I was more than passable. I felt like he was becoming increasingly accepting of me presenting as a woman, and that made me both more comfortable and confident.

The last of the champagne had been drained when the doorbell rang; Marcus went and retrieved assorted items he had ordered from a local Thai restaurant. We adjourned to the dining area, where the table was already set up with dishes and silverware. The food smelled divine, but I reminded myself that I needed to eat modestly. I chose to have a small bowl of Tom Yum soup and a little Pad Thai; both were very good.

The conversation continued to flow during dinner, but I never could quite ignore the pressure the butt plug was creating in my pussy, and how it stirred my arousal. It soon became so pressing that I decided it was time to move to a greater level of intimacy. With as much feminine confidence as I could muster, I smiled seductively, leaned forward, and asked, "can I interest you in dessert?"

At that point, I stood up, pulled open the sash and unfastened the buttons on the wrap dress, and then shrugged it off my shoulders. As I let him drink in my sheer lingerie and exposed skin with its creamy tone and satin glitter applied at the spa. I could see the sexual hunger in his eyes; I so needed him to want me, even if it was only to fuck. My tits, swelled by the plumping lotion, actually did a decent job of filling the lacy cups of the fine corset I was wearing, with my large, hard nipples making prominent peaks in the material. My waist was drawn in a bit, and that emphasized how the same treatment had softened and slightly enlarged my ass. The thong I was wearing was cut low in front, covering my boi clit but leaving my trimmed pubes partially visible and above them a temporary black ace of spades tattoo, also from the spa. As his gaze moved down my body I saw him pause on that detail, and a smile gather at the corners of his mouth. Marcus understood that I was declaring my devotion to his incredible black cock - and maybe others.

Mustering all the womanly grace I could, I stepped around the table and motioned for him to turn his chair to the side. I slowly knelt down in front of him, hands resting on his thighs, my head initially tilted down in a submissive manner, but then raised so I could look into his big brown eyes. "I want to please you again tonight with my body," I seductively said. My hands reached up to his belt, releasing it, then unbuttoning his pants, and drawing down his zipper. His cock responded to my touch as I caressed it through his boxers, so I pulled both his pants and underwear down so it could spring free as it engorged and hardened. It was both impressive and intimidating.

Bending forward, I let his manhood rub my cheeks before reaching my lips and tongue. I licked its underside, and gently sucked the shaft, working my way to the head. Marcus' cock was immense and demanded not just my attention, but my worship. It aroused something very primal - and feminine - in me. It was my place as a woman - his white woman - to give this strong black man pleasure; that was why being on my knees, his magnificent cock now held in my two hands, seemed so natural.

I took the head of his incredible cock, and as much of the shaft as would fit before entering my throat, into my warm, wet mouth. Oh, it tasted good, and it was arousing for me to feel it get ever harder as I sucked on it. I used my lips to create friction on the shaft as it plunged in-and-out of my mouth, and then swirled my tongue on the head and crown. I moved one hand to cradle and gently caress his ball sack, while the other hand softly twisted around the base of his cock. I let myself drool as I worshiped him, the wetness gathering in his trimmed pubic hair and running down over his balls. This was a messy, sensuous blow job.

Marcus put a hand on my head, his fingers wrapping themselves in my hair. He did not try to force his cock down my throat, but I used his encouragement to test my ability to accept the cockhead into its entry. The first couple times I gagged slightly, but then it passed into the space between my tonsils. I could feel his cock push them apart, and I bobbed at that point, using them to massage the head and crown. His moans changed in intensity, and matched the rhythm of my action. It was an incredible feeling to have such power over a virile black man.

After several minutes of my oral attention, I could sense from the throbbing of his cock and contraction of his balls, that Marcus was on the brink of cumming. But before doing so, he gently pulled me off of him, his hands cradling my cheeks. As he tilted my head up, he smiled and said, "I don't want to cum that way... let's go get more comfortable." Marcus stood, and as he did, he extended a hand down to help me up. I reached for my tote purse resting on a nearby chair; I would need a few items in it. Then, with one hand holding up his pants and the other resting on my ass, Marcus guided me down the hall towards his bedroom.

When we stopped at the foot of his king sized bed, Marcus turned to me and said, "take off my clothes." The simple command immediately reinforced my submissiveness and I began by unbuttoning his dress shirt. As it came off, I used the palms of my hands to sensuously caress his pecks and leaned in to gently suck each of his nipples. I knelt before him on the plush carpet to remove his shoes and socks, then slipped off the pants. Straightening up, my hands reached for the waist band of his boxers, and pulled them down. Marcus' immense cock was hard and bobbed as he stepped out of his underwear.

I reached for his cock and balls, stroking the shaft with one hand and cradling his jewels with the other. He let me play for a few moments before bringing me to my feet. Marcus smiled possessively at me; there was real sexual desire in his eyes. His hands came up and cupped my slightly plumped breasts; he then peeled back the thin fabric to expose my large and very hard nipples. Bending down, he took one of the nipples in his mouth, sucked it for a moment or two, then bit, hard enough to create an electric pulse to my crotch. He repeated the action with the other nipple. OMG, I was so turned on; my ass-pussy ached desperately.

As he raised his head from my tits, Marcus nuzzled my neck and then moved up to explore my ears with his lips and the tip of his tongue. The fact that I had jeweled studs in my lobes reaffirmed my feminine role in this foreplay, as did the movement of his hands down to squeeze my ass cheeks. I could clearly sense Marcus wanted me, which he confirmed by whispering in my ear, "I want you on the bed, on your back." I think I squeaked in glee.

I moved around him, my own hands not leaving his muscled body until I reached for my bag. In it was a tube of scented lubricant and a bottle of poppers. I stepped out of my heels and got onto the bed, towards the center. Before settling, I reached behind me for a pillow and slid it under my lower back. As I opened my legs, Marcus came up between them, and while upright on his knees, he thrust his cock forward and said, "get me ready for you." I squeezed out a handful of lubricant and began anointing his beast with it. Even in the dim light it glistened impressively.

I then reached down and grabbed the head of the plug in my ass. I desperately wanted Marcus inside me, so I wasted no time pulling it out and setting it aside. Putting some more lube on my fingertips, I pressed them to my opening, amply greasing its entry.

No sooner did I remove my hand, Marcus reached down and traced around my rosebud, and then penetrated it, first with one finger, and then two. I involuntarily arched my back and further opened my thighs to give him more access. As Marcus finger fucked me, I reached for the poppers and took deep hits to both nostrils - the effect was both relaxing and arousing. Lordy, I needed him to fill me with his cock, but instead he kept stretching me open with his fingers. This teasing went on long enough that when he removed his fingers and moved the tube to squirt some lube directly into me, I took the opportunity to renew my popper buzz. I had a feeling that I was going to need it.

Marcus had to scoot back to aim his cock at my cunt. But before he did, I got a cold chill noting where its tip was - well beyond the spade tattoo and nearly to my navel. I had taken him - ALL of him - twice before, but this was the first time I got to see just how far that incredible cock reached. I let myself drift a bit into the mental fog created by the poppers; I was really going to need to be relaxed to take all of him in my pussy while on my back.

My focus immediately returned as I felt the head of his cock press against my rosebud. It was both familiar and intimidating, but he didn't give me much time to dwell on the contact. The pressure quickly increased and the combination of lube, foreplay, and poppers did their trick; my channel soon opened to his invasion.

This might have been the most erotic moment of my life. My legs were open and slightly drawn up, knees bent; even without direct contact with his skin, I could sense his warmth between my thighs. I could also feel my thong tighten; he had left it on, but had pulled the crotch strap to the side. While I was aroused out of my mind, my dick/clit was soft and remained restrained by the front triangle of lacy silk fabric covering it. And of course, there was the rush of first penetration - an indescribable combination of pain and pleasure, and of sexual surrender. I wanted to give myself to him, and he was taking me.

All of these feelings were amplified by being on my back, looking up at Marcus - a powerfully built black man whose immense cock was splitting me open. This was how I wanted to be taken, and judging from the extreme hardness of his manhood, this was also how he wanted to take me. My feminine moans belied just how intense it was to experience being filled by his long, thick shaft, inching deeper and deeper into my body. To relieve some of the pressure, I pulled my knees up, changing the angle of his penetration.

My hands were roaming his body - up his strong arms, across his hard chest, and around to his rippling back. I could tell he was restraining himself until he had me fully open and ready to be deep fucked. The thrusts were short and gentle as Marcus worked his way into me, and he was stimulating a million nerve endings. After several minutes of this, I could feel that he had reached the end of my rectum and the moment of truth had arrived. I got his attention and let him know that I needed another sniff of poppers; he smiled and pulled back just a bit as I pressed the bottle to my nose. After recapping it, I said, "let me move around on your cock as you push into me." I reached up and took hold of his buttocks to both pull him in and control the power of his thrusts.

I wiggled my hips to shift his shaft around inside me, and encouraged him to press forward. This felt different from the previous times when we were doing it doggy-style; the range of motion was smaller and the angle was harder to change. But I was determined to take all of him and by shifting my hips and pulling on his, I eventually felt his cockhead turn the corner into my colon and his pubic hair press against my ass. Holy shit.

I held Marcus steady, trying to get my breathing to return to normal. I told him to let me work my channel open. I guided him through small movements, first stretching the turn into my intestines and then letting him take longer strokes. Once he could smoothly move his cock from just the tip in me to full penetration, I reached up, cradled his face in my hands, and said, "I am all yours. Fuck me. Fuck me deep and hard. Take your pleasure inside me."

And he did. There is simply no way to describe those long, deep thrusts into my pussy - now HIS pussy. I pulled my thighs up around his waist, but kept them open; I wanted to be taken hard and the slaps of our crotches meeting provided a punctuating beat to his repeated penetrations. Inside me, the slick friction of a veiny cock and prominent flared crown was insanely intimate and pleasurable. The groans and moans coming from Marcus were also exciting; he was enjoying me, the fuck toy that took every inch of his manhood. All this combined in the most sexually intense experience of my life.

I was in sensory overload. Not only were my guts being churned, but his body above mine was beginning to drip hot sweat onto my skin. It was unbelievably sensuous. I could bend my neck enough to bring my lips to his chest, and when I sucked on his nipples, I felt him getting even harder inside me. That hardness was rubbing my prostate g-spot deliciously well and I soon realized I was going to cum, hands free, from this incredible sex.