"Gentlemen, put your hands together for our next beauty -- Diamond!"

The sporadic applause throughout the crowded room told Martin Finch he alone knew who the next dancer taking the stage was. 

He leapt up, moving quickly through the crowded room past drunken men whistling as a tall black amazon with big dark anime eyes and temptingly large breasts that were the size and bounciness of basketballs, stepped into the spotlight and started grinding against the center pole to the opening chords of Offspring's Self-Esteem. 

She moved around the stage, she had an athletic build but her movements lacked a dancer's grace. She moved to the powerful driving beat of the song though and Marty cheered alongside several other guys who eventually joined him at the stage edge.

The lyrics about a terrible codependent relationship spoke to Marty. He'd been in his share of spectacularly toxic relationships. The most recent had crashed and burned in epic fashion with the pissed-off girl effectively live-tweeting his cuckolding at the hands of the black guy she picked up outside the restaurant she dumped him in. It was ironic that sharing his kinks with her had started the argument that led to the break-up. If she'd actually paid attention she'd have known big black cock and being a submissive wingman to a sexually aggressive top while she was cuckolding him were all very much in his fetish wheelhouse. 

He had long ago found a certain personal comfort in being a submissive that was, if he were honest, incredibly habit-forming. 

Marty reached the stage closest to the dancer. The area he'd often heard derisively nicknamed Pervert's Row. The seats along the edge let the crowd get just a little bit closer to the fantasy of a sexually ravenous performer who would welcome their enthusiasm and more importantly their dollars. A row of shot glasses ringed the stage. They were for the dancers or more accurately for whatever precious fluids the dancer was inspired to bestow upon the screaming and yelling audience. Watersport nights had been very popular but were a nightmare for cleaning afterwards so dancers were strongly encouraged to stick to cum and semen. 

Diamond caught sight of him and smiling, sauntered to the edge of the stage. 

"Thanks for coming," she puffed, the exertions of dancing for the audience and stripping were tough even for the best constitution. Leaning over and giving him a quick kiss. Diamond rose up and wrapped herself around the brass stripping pole. 

Martin waved a 100-dollar bill at her. She stretched out her leg and Martin slipped the dollar bill into the band of her heeled open-toed shoe kissing her painted toe as if offering worshipful devotion. 

Diamond towered an intimidating 6 foot, 2 inches above the floor and that wasn't counting the high heels. She wrapped large hands around the pole but where other dancers made the move seem titillating as if they were giving the watching fans a handjob, Diamond's stroking hands served only to remind her audience that she was well used to handling her own nine-inch python, it's intimidating thickness tenting her pantyhose and bulging out from between her thighs was at once both a teasing promise and a taunting challenge. 

Diamond swiveled her hips rhythmically. She rubbed her bubble butt against the stripping pole when the sheer material, already struggling to contain her erection like it was an untamed and raging beast of the wild, ruptured and her thickness spilled out of the ripped pantyhose. There was an enthusiastic roar from the crowd and Martin was the only one who noticed the sour grimace Diamond flashed. Before the professional masque of the performer was back in place. 

Martin crowded closer holding up another crisp 100-dollar bill which Diamond plucked from his hands. 

Marty watched her fisting her impressive length while giving him an inviting smirk. Martin got in close and let her rest the slab of girlhood on his face. Her balls carried the vague smell of sweat and baby powder. 

Marty didn't hesitate; he pulled out another hundred and gave it to the performer without missing a beat. 
"Can I taste it?" Marty shouted over Offspring's vocals, surprised his voice carried over the yelling crowd. 

"Are you sure?" Diamond replied and Marty nodded. He opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue so her ebon flesh rocket had a target for its payload of pre-cum. 

She rested the head of her shaft on his tongue, to the catcalls and whistles of the crowd and Martin closed his mouth on the head. Sucking gently, Marty felt a rush of prideful joy as Diamond moaned and slid her shaft in and out of his lips a full ten seconds before pulling back. 

"Sorry sweetie," The dancer gasped, "I wouldn't want you to finish me off before I've started." 

Marty didn't hesitate, pulling out another hundred and brandishing it as she twirled around the stripper pole. She noticed him and squatted shaking her ass in his face. Marty slipped the money in the strap of her high-heeled shoe and she looked at him curiously.
"You're sure you want this?" she asked. 

Martin nodded and again presented his open mouth as a target. 

Diamond lowered her naked asshole onto his mouth and felt his tongue tease the hole, circling around the crown before pushing past her anal ring. 

Diamond moaned and involuntarily grabbed his head steadying herself and pushing his tongue deeper into her asshole. 

"Goddamn but I love dirty boys like you," Diamond hissed. She enjoyed Marty's mouth a little bit longer before releasing his head and stepping away. 

Diamond headed for the rear of the stage to retrieve a large toy. She made a show of putting lube on an inflating dildo and she inserted the toy to the general amusement of the crowd however they quickly caught the point of the show. Pumping up the toy, she moaned loudly and started to stroke and caress her erection. Her big black cock, shining and slick with a combination of her precum and lube made wet noises as she stroked herself.  Faster and faster her hand moved until her climax hit and her girl-cock erupted. Creamy semen fountained into Diamond's other hand which held a shot glass. She gave the shot glass a kiss leaving a black lipstick print behind and held it up. 

Martin enthusiastically brandished yet more money and giving him an indulging smile she handed him the shot glass which Martin immediately put to his lips and drained completely going back and licking around the interior of the glass until every drop of futa-cum was gone. 

"Diamond will be taking to the floor gentlemen so hope you're feeling generous and horny cause she's here for you," the announcer yelled. 

The crowd started hooting and hollering for the evening's headlining performer, Aubrey-something-or-other but Martin was all about Diamond. 

He'd first seen her online cosplaying a video game character from a now popular franchise. The cosplay shots linked to her more explicit material and that directed to her Onlyfans. He'd subscribed to her very quickly. She posted more cosplay, some boudoir and fetish stuff and, occasionally, a ten-to-fifteen-minute video of her stroking her futa-cock to completion, instructions for the watcher to pleasure themselves or her reading erotic stories in her deep sultry voice. 

Her public appearance was a novelty and Marty wanted to enjoy the chance to get up close with the model he'd spent an embarrassing amount of time and money pleasuring himself to. 

***

A little while later, Martin sat nursing a too-expensive soft drink. He was taking his time because he didn't want to drink too quickly and he absolutely didn't want to wash the taste of Diamond's creamy semen out of his mouth. 

Transfiguration, a social club that billed itself as  "a sex-positive gender-affirming playground for consenting adults…"  Fancy advertising language for a midtown sex slash strip club with ridiculously low prices for females and heart-stoppingly large prices for the males who paid and paid big, dropping literally hundreds of dollars for the privilege of being in the same room with females, shemales, and futanari personally escorting ladyboys, femboys and the masochistic sex maniacs who would actually enjoy being leered at and lusted after. 

Their fetish nights, evenings catering to some perverse but financially lucrative niche group of people, had started out as small one night stands but a growing number of people, most of them fanboys like Marty, were addicted to trans women and femboys looking for a harassment-free safe space to be who they were or wanted to be. 

The so-called Chaser Nights were turning the club's occasional one-time-only things into profitable weekend-long events. 

Weekend afternoons belonged to the femboys looking for a new place to get girly and openly flirt. If you were good enough and got the crowd excited about you, you were invited back to entertain during the evening shows. 

Evenings belonged to the Onlyfans models whose tacit agreement to promote the club on their Onlyfans pages or other social media, guaranteed them a spotlight next to an adult industry celebrity and whoever was in THEIR entourage. 

Marty saw Diamond eventually, walking slowly through the club, drifting close to the tables but never staying longer than necessary. 

She wore a sinfully short and tight black mini dress whose sequins glittered like jewels in the strobing lights in the club. Marty tried not to glance at the head of her thick girth poking out from beneath the daringly high hemline. Apparently, she decided not to replace the pantyhose she'd ripped onstage. 

"Hey, can I buy Diamond a drink?" Martin asked the pretty bartender. 

"It's your money, Chief," he replied, "you got pretty up close and personal -- I'd say you already know you can do whatever you want with your money." 

The voice was undeniably male, the appearance passably female. The name tag didn't help as it identified him as Robin. 

"Thanks," Marty deadpanned. 

Robin had dark hair in a bowl cut with dark lipstick, nails and eyeliner. His look said goth but the tight cut of the short-shorts that looked painted on his shapely ass made him look like he'd walked in from the Hooters down the block. 

Martin briefly thought about the idea of a Hooters staffed by femboys and tried to suppress the naughty tingling the idea gave him, wondering whether the tingle came from wanting to dine there or be ogled while dolled up and servicing customers, …no best not to go down THAT mental rabbit-hole. 

"You a fuckboi or a fanboy?" Robin asked while mixing a drink. 

"What's the difference?"

"Fuckboi is only trying to get their dick wet-- sex is their definitive endgame," the bartender replied, "fanboys would be happy just to shake hands, -- sex if it happens is the cherry on top of an already delicious drink."

So saying, Robin placed a floated foamy drink with an actual cherry sitting at the top in front of him. . 

"I like to think I'm a fanboy." Marty answered. 

"Really," the bartender snorted, "we'll see."

Robin was a professional so he nodded and waved at Diamond who walked over and sat at the bar close by.

"Diamond, you want a drink? Your admirer is paying." Robin asked. 

The bartender slid a drink over to her. 

"Courtesy of Mister Shot Glass," he said and Diamond pulled her face into a sultry mask. 

"How are you doing Honey?" Diamond asked, "Thanks for the drink and tips." 

"And the blowie-- you looked like you were gonna skullfuck him right there on stage," Robin chuckled. 

"I thought about it," Diamond snickered, then turning to Marty she asked, "How long have you been a fan?"

"Since you cosplayed Isabella DeFontaine," Martin answered honestly. 

"You're a fan of my cosplay?" Diamond asked, looking directly into Marty's eyes. 

He found himself intimidated, by her beautiful eyes and full lips mostly, but her entire physical presence seemed geared to specifically tick every box on his fetish bingo card. 

She looked so much better up close then on a little screen. 

"Are you a big video gamer?"

"Yes, …I mean no," he quickly amended, he hadn't been this awkward in his frequent fantasies of this moment, why couldn't he be cool and suave like the guy he'd been pretending to be when cheering Diamond on stage. 

Was she deliberately drumming her long fingernails on the back of his hand? Images of those long fingers wrapped around,  …well several body parts sprang to mind, filling his brain as quickly as his blood was filling his aroused sex. 

"It's not like I'm gaming sixteen hours a day and ignoring a crying baby or whatever," Marty explained softly. 

"Uh-huh," Diamond chuckled, enjoying his cute discomfort.

"It's just you're one of the few people who cosplay her the way she was originally supposed to look like."

"I've heard that she's supposed to be trans before the gaming company changed the design," Diamond replied, "I always wanted to meet the guy who created her so I could ask him about it personally."

"You did, or I mean -- you have, …what I mean is he is me."

"You created Sword Artisan?"

"Before my partner sold everything including the designs to a big triple-A gaming company."

"You're actually serious, …holy shit, " Diamond replied, "so that's how you know me?"

"Kinda sorta," he replied timidly. 

"What's that mean?" 

"I also watch your Onlyfans," Marty said as if he was admitting to a shameful secret. 

"Nice so that's how you recognized me," Diamond growled, "you beat off my videos."

"Like I said," Marty replied defensively, "I'm a fan of cosplay." 

Diamond reached out and squeezed his hand, "Relax sweetie, If I didn't want to be recognized I wouldn't be shaking my ass online." 

"Your cosplay is very good." 

"I come to it honestly," Diamond replied, "I've been doing fetish stuff online for a while and some people are very particular about getting the details to their kinks and fetishes exactly right." 

"And that led you to cosplay?"

"Trust me, Honey," she laughed, "if you do social media or post sexy pictures online you'll have a dozen requests for fetish scenarios involving comic book or video game characters before long, and even a half-assed Domme will have the ingredients for a half-decent Ann Takamaki or Catwoman costume just laying around."

Martin recognized the names of the video game and comic book characters and the fetishized look each had that doubtlessly had been the basis for Diamond's early cosplay attempts. 

"I love cosplay,"  Marty answered. 

"I'll bet you do, Honey," Diamond replied dryly. 

"I'm serious," Marty replied, "I've dressed up myself occasionally."

Diamond gazed intently at Martin. Marty felt his inner sub purring like a happy kitten as she stroked his hand. 

"When you say 'dress up' you mean that literally don't you honey?"

"What do you mean?" he whispered timidly. 

"You know what I mean, Honey," Diamond looked into Marty's eyes, "you've dolled up -- haven't you?" She said, like a teacher interrogating a naughty little boy. Of course that thought brought up the image of Diamond PUNISHING that naughty boy. 

Marty swallowed, he felt the truth coming out like a breath he'd been fighting to hold in.

"Come to think I've got a Catherine cosplay in my closet," he replied, sounding a little bit ashamed. 

Diamond sighed happily, "Catherine -- as in the cute little succubus with the cute white dress and drill-bit hair braids?" 

"Uh-huh."

"From the video game that's basically what you'd get if Qbert and a dating simulation had a drunken one-night stand?"

"That's the one."

"Do I want to know how you ended up cosplaying a cute girl with daddy issues and a fetish for awkward noncommittal losers?" 

"Short answer is I was doing a favor for Josh, a friend," Marty laughed. 

"And the long answer?"

"Josh was in love but she didn't love him nearly as much until she saw him at a company costume party with a hot cute 'girlfriend'." 

His barely concealed sarcasm made the verbal air quotes that identified who the cute new girlfriend had been almost unnecessary. 

Diamond laughed, her deep chuckle made Marty's naughty bits tingle. He wanted to make her happy; he wanted to be the reason for her laughter. 

"So she friend-zoned him until she thought she was going to lose him at which point she locked him down," Diamond laughed, "that's kinda sneaky and pretty clever."

"It was supposed to be a joke that got a little out of control."

"I'd say it got a lot out of control." 

"His girlfriend Karen, …well I guess she's his wife now would tend to agree," Martin sighed, "according to her explicitly worded non-invite to their wedding -- we looked a little too comfortable together for her to trust me around him anymore." 

"You're fucking with me," Diamond laughed, "your friend dated a bitchy and entitled girl whose actual name was Karen?"

"In her defense, I may have made more than a few passing remarks on that specific topic," Marty answered. 

Robin suddenly got the dancer's attention, "Lisa not to rain on your cosplay appreciation society but you might want to take the fanboy to the VIP before you-know-who starts asking if you're working or are you WORKING." 

"Your name is Lisa?"

Diamond nodded and gestured for Marty to follow her. 

They strolled through the club to a guarded area past the bouncer. 

"He paid to get in." Lisa said curtly shoving one of the hundreds at him to which the big man nodded. 

They found their way to a curtained cubicle. Lisa drew the heavy fabric curtain and the cacophony of noise from the club immediately dropped to a dull roar. 

"You have to pay for the VIP section?"

"In most places," Lisa laughed, "how else can they justify basically letting us have real fun." 

"And by real fun you mean?"

Lisa gave Marty the look one reserves for the helmeted kids who ride the special bus. God's Special Children as an annoying uncle liked to refer to them. 

"I can touch you in the VIP?" Marty whispered. 

"You can touch me in lots of different places, Sweetness."

Marty laughed nervously. 

"You know, for someone who crossdresses for fun and sucks dick and eats ass while sitting in Pervert's Row -- you come across as very shy." 

"Sorry," Marty replied defensively, "I swear I'm not putting on an act."

"I'm not complaining -- it's extremely cute," Lisa answered, "makes me curious about the guy who was deepthroating my girlhood."

"I wouldn't mind meeting that guy more often myself," Marty snorted. 

"When you're passionate about something you focus on what you want instead of whatever bullshit society tells you to think about," Lisa chuckled,  "lets you get out of your own way long enough for you to have fun."

"Guess I'm not as complicated as I like to think," Marty answered. 

"Few people are but it helps that I domme occasionally," 

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"You can't do that without understanding how someone's brain works --- or doesn't work as the case may be."

"You're a professional domme?" 

"Well there's no Benevolent Sisterhood of Bitch Goddesses but yeah I've read a few books and handled a few clients " she replied, "is that the kind of sex you enjoy Martin?"

Marty suddenly had trouble finding words or stringing them together coherently. 

"Marty, do you think you would enjoy being sexually dominated?" Lisa asked slowly and deliberately. 

She sounded like a kindergarten teacher talking to a naughty little boy again. Marty found himself really wanting to be that naughty little boy -- except that he also wanted to be a good boy. He wanted to be HER good boy. 

"Marty? I asked you a question?" She repeated, "Do YOU think you would enjoy being dominated by ME?"

"Yes," Marty whispered hesitantly. 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I appreciate your politeness but I want you to tell me EXACTLY what you want me to do."

"I want you to dominate me, Ma'am." 

"Thank you, Martin. I like my good boys to be honest about what they like," Lisa whispered in his ear, "we can have so much fun when I trust you to be honest with me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What do you do for a job?" 

"Game quality assurance testing." 

"And what's that when it's not pretending to be fancy." 

"I play video games, make reports and depending on how crunched things are I do some internal maintenance so what goes on sale is a finished product."

"As opposed to…" 

"The digital equivalent of a Ford Pinto on four flat tires and busted taillight." 

"And you can do OK doing that?"

"I wasn't just hurling C-Notes at you because I'm a size queen…or king or whatever the male equivalent is." 

"So you like big black cock?" 

"And dominant women, crossdressing, femboys and futanari but I try to keep the fetish stuff on the down low."

"Why not, you seem nice enough." 

"I actually brought it up during a first date at a nice restaurant recently and she called me a cheating fag and stuck me with the bill." 

"Wow!"

"Apparently there was a quote-unquote real man in the parking lot, she went home with him and spent the rest of the night sending me pictures of them fucking before she blocked me."

"What happened?" 

"I told her that I liked getting pegged, apparently that's not a first date topic of discussion." 

"It is if you're a mature adult which she clearly wasn't."

"I got that impression …eventually." 

"Why'd she accuse you of cheating?" 

"Apparently because I like getting pegged, I'm bisexual," Marty deadpanned, "...and as you know bisexuals are -- according to this girl, incapable of being faithful." 

"And just for the record, how big was the tumor in this idiot's brain?"

"I guess she had a bad experience." Martin shrugged. 

"I hope whoever it was she was dating traded up at least," Lisa sneered, "I'd hate to think they left a hot mess like her and didn't at least end up with someone better."

"Or at least a better lay," Martin snorted. 

"I thought this was your first date?"

"She sent me pictures," Marty replied,  "maybe he just normally looks bored during sex but I've looked more engaged while jerking off."

Diamond blinked at his snark, Martin was obviously a submissive bottom but he clearly wasn't afraid to speak up for himself -- this was going to be fun. 

She laughed loudly and hugged Marty. 

Martin buried his face in her chocolate-colored boobs and frankly thrilled at her closeness and the smell of her sweat. 

"Your breasts are beautiful …and big." Martin sighed, before pulling her nipples into his mouth and practically drooling over every available inch of tit meat with his tongue. 

Lisa giggled and moaned at the sensations created by his tongue working its way back and forth around her nipple. 

Eventually, she pushed his face back a little, "You know you didn't finish that blowjob you started on stage," she whispered. 

Martin took the hint and lowered his face Into her lap. 

Marty was about to inhale her girl-cock but Lisa stopped him.

"I've gotten a lot of blowjobs from a few guys and you absolutely made magic in the ten seconds I let you work my dick."

"I've been thinking about this since I started watching your Onlyfans," Marty whispered. 

"Show me, sweetie," she replied, "show me all the nasty stuff you told yourself you'd let me do to your mouth if we ever met in real space."

Martin raised his hands and gently took hold of her erection. 

“Martin!" Lisa hissed like a strict disciplinarian,  "I said mouth -- not hands." 

Marty felt her power through her eyes. 

"Put them behind your back," Lisa commanded. 

Martin nodded and released her dick, and put his hands behind his back. 

"Good boy," she whispered, "now -- you may service me."

“Yes Ma'am,” he whispered. 

Her ebon girl-cock stood strong and hard, pulsating with her every excited breath. 

"Now show me what a good little cocksucker you can be.” 

Marty opened wide and engulfed her shaft with his lips 

He thought back to all the video clips he'd watched online. Blowjob and edging clips, hypnosis instruction videos, sissy training videos -- each and every time he had been subconsciously preparing for this exact moment. 

Don’t use your teeth, 

Worship the black cock 

let yourself slobber and drool all over it.

Take it as deep as you can. 

Cradle her balls and the precious and creamy ball-brew inside 

If you gag -- keep going.

…And above all maintain eye contact. Let her know that your mouth exists only as a receptacle for her futa-cum, …or any other precious fluids she deems a fawning cumslut worthy of receiving. 

Martin's thoughts traveled to his throbbing arousal. "I've never been this hard before," he whispered between licks. 

"That's because you're a very good little submissive," Lisa replied, "Giving pleasure to big black dicks is what you live for."

She then guided his head back towards her shaft. 

Her dark meat assaulted his throat, mushroom head plunging deep inside, precum lubricating the pathway her sex followed as her hips jerked up and down. 

"Oh sweetie, your mouth feels so good around my cock." Lisa sighed. 

Her indulgent praise was like a hand stroking his own erection bringing him to the edge of pleasure and giving him just a glimpse of what lay beyond. 

"I was today years old when I realized I have a Mommy-Dommy fetish." Marty chuckled. 

"Wow, really?" Lisa deadpanned, "I'm shocked -- this is my shocked face."

She gestured meaningfully and Marty looked at her aroused sex. His mouth was actually watering for God's sake. 

Marty had barely even thought about sucking a cock before watching her on Onlyfans that first time, now here he was on his knees only a few months later with hands behind his back, head bobbing up and down along her length.

The big black futa-cock he'd pleasured himself to for months now. 

The cock he'd dreamed of lately every time he imagined his lips wrapped around a girthy cock -- male or female. 

It was so warm in his mouth, her hard chocolate flesh had a certain silky-smooth softness to it that turned Martin on beyond belief. 

Marty closed his eyes so he could experience the pleasure at a heightened level. All he could think about, ...all he wanted to think about was how badly he wanted to please her. How much he enjoyed the taste of her precum and her, panting moans as her shaft slid into his mouth repeatedly and ran across his tongue. 

“Not bad, Little Boy. But you’re not looking up at me,” Lisa groaned, placing her hand on the back of his head. “So now, Baby Doll, I have to punish your throat.” 

The force of her cock thrusting into his mouth took his next few breaths away. His throat made squishy noises that until then he'd only heard in the pornos he watched. 

Marty raised his eyes and looked at the lust burning in hers. She smiled lovingly even as her freakish strength allowed her to quite literally impale her big black cock deep inside of his throat. 

He gagged, loudly… repeatedly; her aggressive throat-fucking brought tears to his eyes.

“Mmmhmmm…” Marty moaned around her thickness, feeling it violate his throat deeper and deeper. 

“I know, baby. It feels good for me too.” Lisa hissed, holding his head like a basketball as she bucked her hips, sending her cock deeper and deeper.

Her warm chocolate flesh sawing back and forth, hollowing out Marty's mouth to accommodate her size. 

He yearned to bring his hands up to grab her hips, her ass, her cock … instead, he backed off her shaft. 

“It’s so big,” he repeated. 

“I know, baby. You can take it. Just be a good little bottom-boy and let me have your mouth.” she moaned, slowly increasing the pace of her bucking thrusts.

“Fuck, baby. You have a sweet fuckable mouth," Lisa groaned, "If it's anything like your asshole I'm going to have A HELL of a good time.” 

There was an itching in his own dick that was new to him. The itching made him whimper in a way that was seemingly familiar to Lisa because she gathered Marty's face in her hands. 

She pressed her hips against Marty's face. “I want you to cum at the same time as me. I want to see your sissy-dick spurting cum while I finish in your mouth-pussy.”

“Yes ma'am.” Marty whimpered. 

“Beg for it, and don’t forget to say please,” Lisa said, rubbing the puffy soft mushroom tip of her cock in little circles painting Martin's lips in semen-coloured lipstick. 

“Please, please feed me your cum Mommy, …I want it so bad. I need it. Please.” Marty whined. 

"I'm going to punish your asshole for dinner." 

"What?"

"You wasted this perfect mouth and that sweet fuckable ass on a sad little girl who didn't appreciate the gift you gave her."

"It was humiliating," Marty whispered 

"I'll show you humiliation Sweetness you and me are going back to that restaurant and I'm going to fuck you right in front of everyone."

Being publicly fucked, willingly humiliating himself by getting pegged in front of strangers by a woman he'd barely properly met only a few hours ago. It excited him. 

Lisa was right, fueled by an appropriate amount of horniness he became a different person entirely. Decisive in a way he usually wasn't. 

“I’m starting to get close.” Lisa groaned,  “Oh, …God! Take that, you little slut!” and she bottomed out inside of Marty's mouth. He felt her shaft pulsing as her cock head unleashed its creamy load in Martin's throat. 

"Oh yeah, Baby Doll Please… please don’t stop.” She cried out. 

Lisa, slamming herself into Marty's mouth-pussy over and over, spewed rope upon rope of creamy mess painting the inside of his mouth. 

Marty swallowed every drop then went back and licked her shaft catching the few drops that had spewed forth but somehow escaped his desperate tongue. 

The itching, growing in intensity until with a groan he felt his first sissy-gasm. He'd filled his underwear with his own semen from only the act of giving Lisa a blowjob. 

Even his own tentative exploration of his asshole had only been a prelude to stroking himself but this,  …coming from submission, …coming from futa-worship, it was so different from anything he'd ever experienced. 

"That was amazing," Lisa sighed breathlessly as if she'd run the sexual equivalent of a 100 meter dash. 

"I've never come like that before," Marty replied. 

"You'll always remember the first time you cum like a proper sissy," Lisa laughed. 

She pulled Marty up and essentially into her lap. Reaching into his pants she fondled his cum-soaked dick fisting it slowly and using his climax juices to lube her fist. 

Lisa started stroking his stiffness at a slow and deliberate pace. Just fast enough to keep him on edge but not fast enough. 

Marty whined shamefully even as he pumped his hips sending his sex through the fist shuttling up and down his excited length. 

"Look at you Babydoll trying to fuck my hand," Lisa whispered. 

Marty was caught in a perfect storm of his own arousal, her dark-skinned hand teasing and gripping his shaft, her long fingernails and her lush and beautiful lips painted to shimmer like the stones from which she took her stage name. 

"How did my cum taste?" Lisa laughed. 

"It was so good."

"It was so good …WHAT?" Lisa asked as her handjob got tighter and more torturous. 

"It was so good, MA'AM," 

Suddenly her hand started to stroke again and faster.

"I'll also accept Mistress, Goddess or My Queen," Lisa laughed. 

Her thumb started teasing his head and she even used a finger from her other hand to collect a drop of his precum and feed it to him, … then she took another drop and slowly took that drop in her mouth. Marty moaned as her finger pushed past her pillowy lips and he saw her tongue running around her invading finger cleansing it of every trace of his cum. 

"Have you got more yummy cum for me Babydoll?" Lisa asked, her eyes and dominant will burned into his consuming him and warming him all at once. 

Lisa's hand continued to stroke up and down Marty's erection. Teasing more precum and occasionally swirling her thumb around his sensitive crown until, as his hips flexed and spasmed, Marty's cock erupted, covering Lisa's fist in cream the color and consistency of egg white. 

Lisa's fingers gathered his load and she pushed it into her mouth. Licking her fingers greedily. 

"Yummy!" she giggled.  

"Can I taste it?"

Lisa's eyes lit up with inspiration. "Want to eat a cream pie?" She asked him. 

"Whaaat?"

Lisa leaned forward to cup Marty's face, "Do you want to eat a cream pie out of my ass?"

Marty looked at Lisa, then her ass, then rapidly calculated his chances for something like this ever happening again based on how infrequently it had happened thus far. 

"Sure," Martin answered. 

Lisa fisted Marty's sex back to life. Though Martin could proudly say he had barely lost any stiffness at all. Lisa straddled Marty's lap and positioned her asshole to engulf his sex. Marty groaned as his shaft slowly pushed deep inside her warmth, her anal muscles clenching around his stiffness with as much force as her fingers. 

Passionate gasping filled the enclosed space of the cubicle. Lisa's fingers gripped Marty's shoulders, those sensuously long nails hooking onto his sweat-slick back. 

She was sitting on Marty's cock yet she was very much the aggressor, riding and bouncing up and down Marty's shaft. She was fucking him, …hard. Marty quickly realized the brilliance of her plan, as he watched her cock waving around, the eye of it pointing upwards towards his face. When her climax hit, when her futa-cock erupted with volcanic intensity and she spewed her hot mess on him, he'd very likely take her creamy load in his face. 

That thought excited him; she wasn't just going to feed him his own cum straight from her own ass; she intended to glaze his face and body with her mess beforehand. 

She was going to mark him, claim him-- everyone who saw him from this moment onward would know he was a hungry cumslut. 

"Someone's figured out what's going on," Lisa gasped, "you're actually getting harder." 

Lisa's anus clenched even tighter and they both moaned racing towards the inevitable explosion. 

"Don't you dare look away from my big black cock." 

No one had ever turned him on so deeply as Lisa's girl-cock, and the urge to submit to and please this massive member was undeniable.

Not just her cock, Marty felt himself surrendering to her plush full ass. He held on to it, like he was trying to ride a bucking bronco. He watched as it rose and fell on his lap. He could easily imagine what that beautiful expanse of dark chocolate looked like bouncing on his dick, …no dick-let. 

He possessed a penis, a modestly sized one at that but Lisa had a cock. This large slab of black meat weeping precum onto his chest and stomach was what the word COCK had been invented to describe.

The date he'd told Lisa about had seen fit to text him pictures of the biker boys she'd decided to hook up with on a whim after he'd '...wasted her evening with his faggot nonsense.'

If she hadn't blocked him on every form of communication he'd probably text her right now … 

"No you judgemental bitch, that pale-as-fuck thing you sent pictures of for the rest of the night was not a 'real cock' THIS WAS A REAL COCK; a real live big black futa-cock that belonged to someone who's a hundred times the woman you are and outshines you in every conceivable way." 

Marty felt his erection being squeezed by her dark moist anal ring. He felt the passage, lubed by the flow of pre-cum along his length. 

"It's so tight Lisa," Marty gasped, "so wet."

In fact, Martin felt his own climax rushing towards him. Lisa's ass tight and strongly holding his sex, was shaking and twitching so hard he felt like he was fighting to stay in the game, not cum too quick. Her every movement dragged him towards orgasm. 

Finally, he felt the inevitable explosion. 

"I'm going to cum," Marty huffed. 

Lisa nodded, "My ass is so hungry,  Babydoll," she groaned, "it wants your cum so much,"

​“I’m getting close," Lisa groaned, "come here!” she grabbed Marty's head, kissing him hard and using her tongue to penetrate his mouth like his cock was penetrating her warm tight depths. 

The excitement was too much. Marty groaned and felt himself exploding again his balls had somehow managed to churn up a load that shot directly into her anal depths. Lisa cried out joyfully and her own cock vomited semen all over his upper body and face. 

She and Martin panted, their exhaustion written onto their sweat-slick faces. Lisa leaned forward and kissed Marty all over his face and he quickly felt her tongue licking around his mouth catching as much of her own creamy mess as possible before kissing him deeply, swabbing the inside of his mouth. 

Are you ready for that cream pie I promised?" Lisa giggled. 

Marty nodded and again she rose from his lap, turning around, Lisa presented her freshly-fucked asshole. Martin leaned in and kissed and licked at her hole scooping out beads of cum. 

Lisa's moans and gasps pushed Marty to clean her anal cavity as thoroughly as possible. 

Finally, she turned around and grabbed his hair in a fierce grip and shoved her tongue past his lips. 

"Your cum tastes even better straight from my ass." Lisa hissed between deep and dominant kisses. 

Martin couldn't have agreed harder. 

"So will me being back here for so long be a problem?" Marty asked mostly to give himself some recovery time. 

"Things are a little crazy around here. I'm on a short leash with the manager and this isn't exactly the time to test her." 

"Why?"

"My landlord is doing a renoviction." Lisa replied, "I can't run my Onlyfans with the half-assed WIFI he wanted to install. I personally think he just wanted to overcharge for the unit."

Marty snorted, "You should move into my building. My WIFI is top of the line …it had to be so I could do my day-to-day work. Live streaming masturbating videos and cosplay photoshoots would be child's play."

"Oh yeah, you actually are a fan." 

"Yeah, I mean your production could be tweaked a little bit but that's nothing a quick trip to Best Buy couldn't solve."

"I'm living in a No-Tell Motel," Lisa replied, "between the fees for dancing and the motel there's not a lot left over for technical upgrades." 

"You could move in with me." 

"You wouldn't mind me doing shows from your apartment occasionally bringing other people back there to film scenes." 

"You could always tell people that you're my findom that all the technical support and living and workspace is part of our role play scenario." 

"And you don't mind the internet thinking you're a sissy cuckold bottom?" 

"What matters is what you know. Do you think I'm sketchy?" 

"And if I said sex was off the table?"

"Then I'll just be a guy living with an Onlyfans model as a roommate," Marty deadpanned, "I'm hardly the first person who could brag about that." 

"Are you sure you really want me in your house?"

Martin held up a hand and grabbed her boob. 

"What are you doing?"

"I don't have a Bible so I'm grabbing the side over your heart," 

Lisa curled an eyebrow then repositioned his hand. 

"This isn't a mirror universe Poindexter, …THAT'S my heart." 

Marty blushed then started reciting as if taking an oath. 

"I, Martin, solemnly swear to be a good friend, a decent roommate and a passable sissy bitch boy so help me God." 

Lisa snickered before holding up one hand while grabbing his crotch with the other. 

"I, Lisa, do solemnly swear to be a good friend, a tolerable roommate and to mercilessly whore your sissy bitch ass out whenever I'm not balls-deep inside it, so help me God." 

"What Onlyfans and a suspiciously lax VIP policy hath brought together, let no man tear asunder." Marty answered, "I now pronounce us Roommates slash Power Top and Occasionally Bratty Bottom."

Marty shook her hand.

"A Bratty Bottom, huh?" Lisa with a decidedly sinister chuckle, "I've got something that'll fix that." 

"I hope it's a big something," Marty replied with an insolent grin.

They started to giggle uproariously.