A Study in Black and White
by Anne N. Mouse
Copyright© 2019 by Anne N. Mouse
Erotica Sex Story: A little more from our favorite butt boy, Calvin...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/mt Consensual Gay CrossDressing Shemale TransGender Fiction MaleDom Black Male Anal Sex Oral Sex Prostitution .
An Adventures of Cocksocket Story
Calvin knew he was dreaming, or reliving a memory. His butt was full of the cock of the large black man who was slowly pushing in and out of his ass hole.
One of the man’s large hands was lazily giving his own cock which felt like it was so hard that it ought to burst its skin a long slow stroke in time with the movement of the cock in his ass. The pleasure that wracked his body seemed to peak as the cock reaming him reached its deepest point, and the hard muscled body above his was in closest contact with him. Indeed the hand that had been on his prick trailed up to his chest where a new set of swellings were pushing forth.
“Such a cute, little white girl-boi,” the giant who had impaled him rumbled, the depth of his voice literally shaking Calvin’s body, as if the clench of fiery pleasure that issued from his oh so sensitive new breasts at the touch of his lover wasn’t enough to cause him to tremble as his whole body seemed to try to clamp down on the cock in his ass hole.
A little spurt of cum shot from Calvin’s cock, and the giant above him laughed while asking, “Are you going to cum from me fucking you?”
“I think I will,” Calvin answered, not the least embarrassed to almost wish he could have the massive log that was lodged in his butt and massaging something utterly pleasurable within his body in his mouth.
After all during the past months he had discovered that his mouth and ass hole were a source of pleasure he’d barely imagined before running from home.
“So, little girly boi, have you chosen a name?” the slow steady probe of the velvet covered steel prong in Calvin’s butt had not ceased for a time that felt nearly endless. Yet the question was important, for just as he knew he had chosen, not been forced by hunger to be here, to start to grow a set of breasts, and to have the hair permanently removed from his face, so too he could chose his own name.
He, not Hammer had made the appointment, He, not Gina had decided on the hair removal, and breasts. So he needed a name that hadn’t been put on him by Hammer. “Denae,” he squeaked as the hand at his new breast tweaked his nipple setting off a chain reaction of spasms through his body.
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