French Boy on an Independent Island

I woke up to another day in paradise. I was enveloped by Marcus, my new husband. Last night had been a day of passionate training for today, the day I lose my virginity. Marcus announced the end of his slumber by planting a kiss on the base of my neck. As a slowly woke up memories of last night flooded back in, a stickiness on my face, & the now familiar smell of another man's cum wafting in the air. "Good morning, baby" Marcus purred. His soft member squishing against my bare ass.

I had always been proud of my bum, good genetics, inherited from my mother, & exercise had left two round & soft cheeks. It was almost as if I had been destined to be in this position. To be able to gift it to a man who would truly appreciate it. Marcus wrapped his arms around me, resting his hand on my abs, my six-pack retained from my youth. His belly pushed against my back, gently reminding me that he was there.

Two days ago, I had woken up as a straight man, who, other than some forays with porn, had never had any inclination to even kiss a man. Now I feel as if I could be in no other place. Marcus started biting my ear. I felt his member quickly swell against my bum. The bum that today would become his.

Naturally I started grinding against his hardness, causing him moan. I turned to face him. The sunlight drifted into the room, lighting up his gorgeous smiling & causing his deep brown eyes to twinkle. I buried my head into his broad shoulders, which was met with a kiss on the top of my head. He slowly scooped me out of bed and carried me into our bathroom. As we stood in the shower, the water pouring over us, he went about cleaning me off, erasing the lingering residue from last night's passion. As soon as he was done cleaning my front, he put his hand on my ribcage and spun me round, forcing my hands on the shower wall. He went about cleaning my bum and readying it for the day ahead. I then returned the favour spending extra care on washing his cock. It wasn't dirty at all; I just loved how it felt in my hands. Thick & long, it is the opposite of my own appendage. After exiting the shower & brushing out teeth, we got dressed for the day. As I reach for my still-packed suitcase, but I was stopped by Marc, who handed me a whit, see-through negligee, "for easy access" he asserted.

As I made breakfast & brewed his morning coffee, he got dressed in his gym clothes. At the kitchen table, he laid out the plan. He was going to the gym & then going to have coffee with a friend, and I was to clean the flat & then to "train". After clearing up together, he led me back into or bedroom & produced the plug we had bought the previous day. A large plug that was topped by a little white pom-pom, like the tail of a bunny rabbit. He bent me over & inserted finger inside me. He slowly started opening me up again. Shortly after he inserted a second & then a third finger. He pulled out again & placed the plug against my hole, slowly coaxing it in. I felt it stretching me out, as I squirmed underneath it. I repositioned my hands to escape the discomfort, the slight stinging pain for a foreign body entering a hole that had been untouched just a day ago. After a few minutes, I felt it base resting on my cheeks. "What a cute bunny rabbit", he chuckled, a deep lust in his voice. He turned me around and pressed his lips against mine. I stood there adjusting to the size & reflecting on the last two days as he cleaned himself, before I heard the front door close. I was on my own.

The next hour was spent cleaning. Changing the sheets, washing the hob, putting on the dishwasher. The plug was a constant, pressing against my prostate as I walked and preventing me from certain positions. I felt so submissive, cleaning for this man & preparing myself for his pleasure, all while dressed in nylon & silk, dressed as a fancy Parisian prostitute. After ten minutes of intensively scrubbing the oven, I was finally done. I stepped back to appreciate an immaculate house, fit for my husband,

The house was now spotless, and I could now move on to task two. I reached into the cupboard & retrieved my two friends. A sparkly purple five-inch dildo & a black eight inch one. I put the monster on the floor and removed my plug. Positioning myself up the dildo, I pushed down & breathed out, loosening my hole to accept my large friend. Despite continuous prodding, it refused to enter. I switched to my purple dildo & coated it in lube. Still dressed in my negligee, I squatted down on it, allowing it to open my up again. A soft moan left my lips. A lifted myself up before descending back down in it, again & again, each time my negligee swaying & my lips moaning. My right hand gripped the strap above my breast as I continued to pummel my hole. I had never felt more feminine, yet I had also never felt so at home.

After 15 minutes, I noticed myself lustfully staring at the dark behemoth which my tight hole had rejected less than half an hour earlier. I picked it up, and while still bouncing, inserted it into my mouth. As it touched my lips, images of Marcus flooded my mind. The hesitation that had briefly entered my mind was quickly discarded and I gave in to my lust. Half thinking, I lifted myself off my purple dildo and replaced it with the black one. Slicked with my spit, I was able to slowly lower myself on it, stretching my tight hole. After letting myself get used to the size and started bouncing once again, imagining Marc was below me, telling me what a good job I was doing as he rubbed against my prostate.

I lost track of time in a lustful haze. The front door closed with a slam & I snapped back to reality. I hopped off the dildo. I felt it slowly slither out of my arse. A ran towards the door as my discarded friend flopped onto the floor. A jumped towards my sweaty husband with a passionate kiss, forgetting the lube coating my hands. "someone's eager" he laughed. He grabbed my lube coated hand and led me into the bedroom. While washing my hands, I was in awe at my husband. How could we be the same gender? He was tall & ripped with biceps the size of my legs and a penis the length of my thigh. The nerves had returned, was I really going to let that thing into my hole?

He stepped out of the shower, water tumbling off his vast shoulders onto his well sculpted pecs. He towelled himself off before meeting my eyes with a grin. "You ready" he purred. I could only nod as he picked me up & cradled me in his arms as we entered the bedroom. He embraced me & pushed his lip against mine. My mouth naturally opened for his tongue to explore my mouth. I put my right hand on his cheek and my left on his shoulder for balance. He put me down & continued his tongue-based assault. His cock began to swell as I felt it slowly engorge against my leg before finally patted against my balls, causing me to squeal. Our lips parted and he stared deep into my eyes. He put his right hand on my shoulder and beckoned me onto my knees. I planted a quick kiss on his balls before parting my lips and letting him inside me. Once more my mouth was full as a glugging sound filled the room. With each thrust each I let more & more of him in his mouth. By the time I'd got half of him in my mouth, he grabbed my head & started pumping his length into my throat. Soon swallowing his length overtook breathing. I looked up at him with a look of lust.

He grabbed my right hand and led me back up & placed me on the bed. With my right side on the bed, I felt him lay down besides me. His reached over me and grabbed a bottle of lube. He planted a cheek on my cheek. I felt his head spread my plump cheeks. His large head rested on my virgin hole. "You ready?" he growled while simultaneously lifting my right leg. I could only nod.

He pushed head against my hole. Initial resistance was overcome as it opened up to swallow its new master. I felt a distinct stretching pain in my asshole, unprepared despite the last day of stretching. I let out a soft moan as he claimed my insides, slowly creeping inch by inch to explore my insides. Each thrust claimed more & more territory. He planted a kiss on my shoulder before he started to speed up his thrusts. Each penetration forced a moan out of lips and my bum moved back & forth, following the movement of his cock. He wrapped his arms around me & I heard him breathing into my ear.

After a few minutes, he withdrew, leaving a gaping hole. He turned me onto my back and got on top, forcing his cock back into my hole. A gripped him in my arms as he began to pound my hole, softly and lovingly. He stared into my eyes as his long rod pushed into me, each piston pushing into my prostate. He started building up a good speed as my whimpers turned into loud moan. "Whose hole is this" he roared. "Yours" I cooed, and I meant it. My tight pink hole had been entirely reshaped by his thick black rod. He continued to push into me with increasing vigour until he pulled out, picked me up a flung me onto my front.

A moment of respite from my hole was immediately interrupted as he plunged his rob back into my arse, stretching my once tight hole. He was deep inside me & I was loving it. Each thrust pushing my hips into the bed. Knowing that there was no escape. I was just a hole for his pleasure. "You love my BBC" he bellowed "that hole was made for black men". I could only moan in agreement. He wrapped his bicep around chest and lifted my head like a ragdoll as he continued to pound me. I was screaming in joy. My hole gripping tightly to my man's cock. The sound of flesh slapping flesh & moans, my girly ones & his manly ones, filled the room. His balls bounced against me with impunity. I was completely at his mercy, and he showed none. Thirty minutes ago, I was technically a virgin, now I was his fuckdoll.

He picked me up and placed me on my knees with my head resting on the bed as he entered me once more. I was transfixed on his cock, the feeling of him stretching me, of me proudly submitting. I knew that this was always my place. I was kidding myself my claiming to be interested in girls. No woman could claim me like this. My insides were being moulded to pleasure Marcus, that was their purpose. My purpose was to satisfy his. "Thank you, daddy" I exclaimed. He grunted in response, greeting me with a hard thrust. I looked down and saw my little penis dribbling onto the bedsheet under the intense pleasure. He thrust deep once more, and an orgasm shot across my body. My cum flew against the room as I collapsed, as a shattered mess. He lay down and scooped me up, placing me above his cock. Slowly I slithered down the shaft and began to bounce. He began to moan again.

Each time I went down, I could feel him entering deeper and deeper, and this time it was my choice. Soon, he took away my illusion of control once against, pulling me against him and pounding me my poor hole. He forced me back onto my stomach as he continued to speed up & continued to show me how strong he was. His breathing became laboured, and his panting quickened. He kept pounding me until he made one last deep thrust. I felt his penis explode inside of me, filling my chasm with his delicious cum. He lay there, catching his breath before pulling his penis out of me.

Although he had left me a souvenir, I felt empty, somehow lost. I reached behind me to find a gaping hole where tightness had once been. I was slick with lube, split, & his juices. I plunged two fingers inside, astonished by the girth that had been left behind. I felt him move off the bed and reach into side cupboard. I followed him off the bed, kneeling beside him. He pulled out a small velvet box and opened it revealing an elegant ring with a large cushion cut diamond in the centre. He slipped into onto my left hand. I could only grin, as I felt his wetness flow down my leg. I am his.