"Listen, I can explain," I started to say. He cut me off.

"No," he said simply. I saw an unmistakable glint in his eye as his next words seared into my brain. "You won't be able to explain anything with your mouth full of my cock."

"Excuse me? I'm not..."

"I know, not gay. But you are bi-curious. Your curiosity ends today."

"Just what gives you that idea?" I felt a bit silly arguing the point with my hard cock dripping as I stood in front of him in his wife's lingerie.

"I thought I recognized the backgrounds in some of the pictures posted on a Tumblr I was following but wanted to be sure. I started watching you more closely, looking for birthmarks and other telltale signs. Finally, about two months ago, you posted a picture where you forgot to remove your wedding ring. Quite a distinctive piece of jewelry you have by the way."

"So I started chatting with you, Stacey," he said, emphasizing my CD name (and my Tumblr ID). "You told me then how you were a married, closeted cross-dresser whose ultimate fantasy was sucking big black cock. You said "I'm not gay, but I 'm extremely bi-curious" the last time we chatted. You sent me a picture of your hard cock in your wife's pink satin panties."

"Wait. You're..." I started.

"I'm L!ckMyD!ckB!tch," he said, finishing my thought. I could see the growing tent in his athletic shorts.

"But wait, didn't I see some of your posts where... "

He held up his hand, silencing me with his gesture. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.

His cock bobbed free but my attention was drawn instead to the panties he was wearing — crotchless pink satin bikini panties with a triangle of polka-dotted black lace dividing the front. The bright pink contrasted sharply against his ebony skin.

"Where I was wearing panties too?" he said finishing my thought again. "Yes. Do you like them?" He turned around as he stepped out of his shorts. The rear of the panties had two sexy keyhole accents divided by bows.

"I love them," I said, realizing my mouth had been hanging open.

"You should," he said. "You told me that too. Stacey's favorite color is pink and she loves panties that are crotchless or that have keyhole details."

I stood stock-still, my reluctance seemed like a physical barrier between us.

"Come on, Stacey. This is everything you've been waiting for all together here in one package. You want to suck black cock — this black cock, in fact, as you told me last time we chatted. You want to be with another cross-dresser; you want to dress with another man. It's all right here, baby. I even wore these panties special just for you."

I could feel my hesitation melting away. I resisted it only briefly before finally dropping to my knees in front of him. I opened wide and leaned in, taking him in my mouth and closing my lips around his shaft. That first touch of cock against my mouth was electric. As I sucked my first cock he added more details to answer my unasked questions.

"It was my browsing history that led to me and Josie's final fight. I knew then that our differences were irreconcilable. That whole drawer is my lingerie, not hers. As soon as she was gone I moved my stuff into her drawers. It was then that I started to lay my trap for you."

He held my head and guided my efforts. I just did everything to his cock that I liked done to mine. I licked and sucked on the tip. I slathered the entire length with my tongue, bathing it in my saliva. I slurped and sucked on it, keeping as much of it in my mouth as I was comfortable with.

I bobbed up and down on it, finally deciding to take the plunge and try deep-throating him. I took a deep breath and pushed as much of his big black cock into my mouth as I could. When it hit the back of my throat I gagged and coughed. I tried over and over again, each time gagging just a little less. After more than a dozen tries I eventually stopped gagging and kept pushing, taking the full length of his ten-inch cock down my throat.

"Damn!" was all he said. He gripped my head tightly, holding me in place with his cock down my throat and his balls mashed against my chin. My need for air soon won out and I pushed away from him, reluctantly removing his cock from my airway. My eyes watered as I caught my breath.

Martin pulled off his shirt, revealing his well-muscled physique. I caught our reflection in the mirrored wall: Martin's ebony skin standing out in stark contrast against my pale skin and the pink lingerie we were wearing. I couldn't resist more than a few sideways glances as I resumed sucking his cock. We looked so fucking hot together that my cock swelled painfully.

"Hey, girl," he said. "Keep your mind on your work. If you want I can take some pictures to mark this moment. Or maybe a video? I think both Stacey and L!ckMyD!ickB!tch are going to want to post this!"

Martin pulled away from me briefly to retrieve his phone from his shorts and set it down on the vanity; standing it up with the built-in kickstand. He opened the camera app, turned it around, lined it up using the reflection in the vanity mirror, and then pressed record.

"This is L!ckMyD!ckB!itch," he said, obviously for the camera's benefit. "Today I have a bi-curious cross-dresser who is going to become my cock-sucking sissy slut. C'mere Stacey."

He positioned himself just right so that my face would not be clearly visible. I knee-walked over and looked up at him, waiting for the command I presumed was coming.

"Lick my dick, bitch," he said. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about going from a bi-curious cross-dresser to a cock-sucking sissy slut in the span of a few minutes, but I knew that I wanted his cock back in my mouth very badly.

I tongued his balls and licked the length of his shaft before taking it into my mouth and sucking on it. Again, I did everything to his cock that I liked having done to mine. After a few minutes of licking, sucking, and jacking off his cock I paused for a lungful of air.

"Oh, watch this shit," Martin said. "Ten inches of big black cock going all the way down!"

He grabbed my head and pulled my mouth onto his cock as he thrust forward with his hips. When his cock hit the back of my throat I tried to relax as he forced his cock past my gag reflex and down my throat. Somehow already knowing I could do it made it easier this time.

"Fuck yeah!" he said. "This is how you suck a cock, sissies! Take a lesson from my girl Stacey here. You don't just suck it, you make love to it with your mouth!"

He held my head and started fucking my face, moving his hips and thrusting in and out of my throat. I tried to breathe through my nose as best I could, but needed more air. Martin sensed my urgency and pulled out, leaving me gasping. I sucked in as much air as I could as he moved forward again.

"I gotta get me some more of that!" He thrust between my lips and straight to the back of my throat. Soon the sexy noise of a wet sloppy blowjob was clearly audible, the distinctive gluck-gluck sound echoing in the bathroom as he fucked my mouth more. He punctuated each series of short thrusts with one or two deep ones down my throat.

Soon, his pace quickened and I could feel his impending orgasm building.

"Ohhh, shit," he said. "I'm going to cum buckets, girl! This will be your first real load of cum, Stacey. Do I pump it down your throat and fill your stomach or do you want it in your mouth?"

"Shoot it in my mouth," I heard myself say, my voice hoarse from all the deep throating. "I want to taste it before I swallow it."

"Here it comes, girl. Shit... oh, fuck yeah! Unnnggghhh."

He wasn't kidding about the amount of cum that erupted from his cock. I clamped my lips around the head as it spasmed, shooting its load. I massaged his balls, feeling them pulse as their contents drained into my mouth. When his cock stopped spurting I loosened my lips and let his cock slip out.

"Let me see," he said. I held my mouth open. "Show the camera." I turned. "Now swallow it like a good cocksucker." I closed my mouth and swallowed several times, feeling dirty and ashamed and at the same time feeling satisfied and proud. "Now show the camera where it went."

I opened my mouth again and smacked my lips. "Mmm," was all I said before I turned my attention back to his cock, slurping it back in my mouth and milking the last of his cum from it, and licking it greedily.

"Stand up, Stacey," Martin said. "Show the viewers how cute you look in that babydoll nightie."

I stood, turning my head away as I did so to preserve my anonymity. As I faced the camera I could see in the vanity mirror that I was visible from the neck down. My cock was still hard and dripping precum. I scooped up a finger full of it and lifted it to my lips.

"Turn around, baby," he said. I did as he asked, bending over slightly and arching my back to show off the ruffled panties and emphasize my ass. His hand came down unexpectedly and I yelped as he swatted my ass hard.

He grabbed me by the waist and turned me in profile to the camera, pulling my backside against him. I felt his cock — which was already getting hard again — bump between my ass cheeks before sliding between my legs, rubbing against my balls.

"Shit, girl," he said. "I hope your sissy ass is just as deep. I can't wait to plunge this meat balls-deep in your boi-pussy." He lined up his half-hard cock against my unlubricated hole and then reached over and shut off the camera.

"Always leave your audience wanting more," he said.

"What about me?" I asked. I ground my ass against his cock, feeling it jump.

"Oh, I think we both know you want more; and you're going to get every depraved thing you desire." I reached behind me and gripped his cock, lining it up against my hungry hole. His cock was so much bigger than any dildo I had ever penetrated myself with.

"Oh, I'm counting on it," I said.