First me then my wife become a black guys bitch

I pulled up outside Carlton's house. I was so nervous I could feel myself shaking. He got out of the car first. I quickly locked the passenger door and drove off. I just couldn't go through with it. I think it was the thought of being fucked so hard. What would of happened if I asked him to stop? I wasn't sure he would, hence why I chickened out.

Later that evening when Deborah had gone to work I logged on to chat to Carlton. As you can imagine he was very annoyed with me. I told him about my fears and he reassured me that if I wanted to stop he would have done. Somehow I didn't believe him but we chatted away. I could tell he was getting bored with just chatting. He pointed out that there were other young men interested in him and if I didn't get my finger out he would make one of them his bitch instead of me.

We got on to the subject of what he would like me to wear if I did finally become his bitch. He sent me a link to a cartoon he liked. Some of you may know of it. It depicted a young effeminate looking white guy watching four black men play basketball. The white guy was wearing a pair of tiny pink shorts and a t-shirt like a crop-top. The shorts were so tight his peachy bum cheeks were poking out from underneath them. The young guy had longish hair and pink lips. The four black guys were really well hung and gave the young sissy a good fucking.

I was so turned on by this and told Carlton that I would love to dress like that for him. He told me he wanted me to wear pink lipstick and a little bit of mascara. The shorts had to be pink and very tiny. He told me to buy a white t-shirt with the words "Sissy" printed on it in pink and some pink lacy panties. He reminded me he didn't want me to look like a girl but like a effeminate boy. He asked me if I was ready to have my brains fucked out, but I wasn't and sadly he left the chatroom.

A week later Deborah was out with her friend so I had the night to myself. We had a couple of bottles of wine with our meal and I was feeling more than a little drunk and light headed. I logged into the chatroom feeling quite brave, I think it was all the drink. I had a rum and coke to settle my nerves and requested a private chat with Carlton. His first response was "Are you ready to be fucked". I told him I was.  I told him that I'd bought a pair of tiny pink shorts, some pink knickers and the t-shirt with Sissy written on it. He wanted to know when we could meet. I told him that I had the day off on Monday and that he could come around to my house. Without really thinking I sent him my address and told him he could call around about 10am. He asked if Deborah would be there but I told him no, she would be at work. Once I'd agreed to let Carlton fuck me and given him my address he logged off. The effect of the drink soon wore off and I got into a bit of a panic but there was no going back now!

The weekend flew by and soon it was Monday morning I was very nervous but knew I had to go through with what I had arranged. I left for work as normal and waited around the corner until Deborah left for work. I drove back to the house and went upstairs to get ready for Carlton. I lay the Sissy t-shirt, panties and little pink shorts out on the bed. I used some Veet and my bodygroomer to make sure I was still smooth all over. I had another shower, got dressed and put on some of Deborah's pink lipstick and mascara. I went into the bedroom to look at myself in the full length mirror. I looked just like the pussyboi in the cartoon it was such a turn on. I loved the way the cheeks of my ass poked out from under the shorts. They were so tiny that you could see my ass cleavage too. I bent over in front of the mirror and practiced wiggling my bum. Then I heard a car pull onto the drive, I looked through the bedroom window, it was Carlton.

I ran down the stairs waiting for the knock on the door. I opened the door, Carlton looked so tall, I'd forgotten he was over 6ft he towered above me. Before the door was closed Carlton pushed me down onto my knees in front of him. My face was level with his crutch and I could see the outline of his cock pushing against the material of his smart business suit. He grabbed the back of my head and rubbed my face around his groin. In that deep brown voice of his he asked me if I was ready to be fucked like a bitch. I looked up at him all doe eyed and in  a shaky voice replied "Yes".