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Subject: Unexpected Health Club Benefits 9 Steve awakened close to the time when the alarm went off and freed me of everything that was keeping me immobile. The soreness from being stretched out in an uncomfortable position was pretty intense. After gathering my senses, I thanked him. “Sorry about what happened, but you know he rolls,” said Steve as he began to get dressed. “So, you know Malcolm?” I asked, slowly getting up. “Yeah man, for a few years. I was surprised when he hit me up, but he didn’t tell me he was staying with someone.” While Steve got himself together we chatted about Malcolm. I discovered that he was a very successful business man who had been married several times. Steve was his man off and on, but due to Malcolm’s recent marriage, they grew apart. He left in a hurry, leaving me with a new insight about Malcolm. I looked at him while he lay sleeping, wishing we could be more of a couple, but understanding of his needs and situation. I quietly showered, got dressed, and headed out the door to work, knowing it was going to be another long day again having gotten only an hour’s sleep.While I tried to pretend to be alert at work, the boss once again knew there was a problem and pulled me into her office. Having an existing lengthy, positive employee/employer relationship, I grew to trust Sue and decided to open up. I told her about Malcolm, and that we were just beginning our relationship but there were unexpected challenges. While she was again sympathetic, she ordered me to attend counseling at an employee assistance program in order to keep my job. A fair resolution I thought. She once again told me to go home, sleep it off, and come back the next day with an appointment having been made. I walked home, enjoying the cool autumn air, while running several scenarios through my head. It appeared as if Malcolm’s trigger was dishonesty which wasn’t much to ask. However, he also did not want me to be with anyone else, which was a problem for me. By the time I got into the apartment, I had decided that total honesty was best, and that I would be loyal to him. I had never been in a relationship that I was faithful to my mate, but I was getting older, and less desirable. When I walked in, Malcolm was sitting on the couch watching TV, eating a sandwich. He paid no attention to me as I walked by him into the bedroom. It was a horrible mess. As I picked up everything, mostly sex toys, and put them away, I heard Malcolm behind me. “You are in my bedroom. I didn’t ask you to clean up,” he said, arms against the frame of the doorway which his large body filled. “I’m sorry Malcolm, you are right, I didn’t mean to intrude,” I said as I stopped and began to head out of the bedroom which was formerly mine. He lifted his arm allowing me to get past him. He had an odor of a day without showering and sex, both of which I found erotic. As I got into the living room, I was aware that I had no comfortable place to sleep. He took up the couch, and the bed was now his as well. I reminded myself that I was going to have to be patient and hope things got better, but first I had to earn back his trust. I sat on the chair, wrapped myself in a blanket, and was soon asleep. I was awakened by Malcolm shaking my shoulder. It was dark out so I must have slept for several hours. Coming out of a deep sleep, I was unaware that a cup of coffee was being offered to me. “James!” Malcolm said, “Here, I fixed you a cup of coffee.” I didn’t know if I was dreaming or experiencing the reality of Malcolm offering me something. I took the coffee and looked up at him. “Thanks, Malcolm, much appreciated.” “Got a little tired of your loud snoring ass. Can barely hear the TV.” While he was trying to sound firm and uncaring, I sensed some affection. “Could not be any louder than escort bayan yours,” I said, sipping the coffee that was perfectly prepared. “You really need to do something about that sleep apnea.” Malcolm went on to tell how he meant to get tested for sleep abnormalities, but never got around to it due to his work and family. As if nothing happened the day before, we carried on a productive conversation, mostly, if not all, about his life as a football player, truck driver, and the eventual owner of a trucking company he started. We didn’t get into any detail about the eventual collapse, mostly because I avoided it seeing that our connection at that point was strengthening. “Come here boy,” said Malcolm, holding his arm out. I snuggled against him, enjoying the warmth of both his body and demeanor. I thought about how much more pleasant he is when the there exists a positive atmosphere. I did, however, want to bring up my decision to tell the truth since he was in such a good mood. “Malcolm, I do have to let you know how awful I feel about lying to you, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” “You did a very bad thing James, one that I cannot forget. But I realize how weak of a person you are. So, in order for me to forgive you, I must see signs that you are becoming someone who tells the truth unconditionally. That is the only way I will stay in your life.” The continued arrogance was much less annoying than previously, and I felt much more at ease in his arms. He was forthright and consistent in his expectations of me, something I had not experienced in a partner. We watched TV in silence until he told me to fix him a drink, which I gladly did, more comfortable in my nakedness. “Get my cigar too, there’s a half one in the bedroom.” On my way to the bedroom he commented on how good my ass looked. I stopped and gave him a wag, trying to lose my masculine pride that I often held on to. “Ooooh shit, you trying to get me riled up bitch,” said Malcolm as I entered the bedroom to look for his cigar. On the dresser had his cigar box, with a half smoked one in it, as well as one other. I felt bad that he had to save his cigars and reminded myself to get him new ones. I walked in on Malcolm removing his underwear, but keeping on his T-shirt. Giving him his cigar, I lit it for him and began to sit next to him. “Mm-mm,” he said puffing on his cigar, shaking his head side to side. “A bitch’s place is at her man’s feet,” said Malcolm, a clear indication that I he wanted me in wife mode. As I got on my knees before him, I wondered how much of this he had tried with other women, and if it ever worked. I took his limp cock into my mouth, French kissing the head until he took his hands and guided me all the way down on it. I felt it growing in my mouth as I sucked, my nose pressed against his tight, curled pubic hairs. “Good bitch,” he said admiringly. When he released his hands, I began to stroke his now hard cock with increasing speed. “Fuck, you’re a hungry cunt, slow down,” he said as I pulled off of him. I looked up at him to get some direction. “I didn’t tell you to stop, get back on it, and don’t forget the nuts.” I lifted his low hanging, heavy balls, kissing each one and taking in the musky man odor. Licking and gently sucking each one, I slid my tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft, reaching the loose frenulum which I sucked and licked much to his satisfaction. I continued to kiss, lick, nibble and suck his entire groin area while he watched TV, drank his bourbon, and smoked his cigar. I made sure he was satisfied to the fullest extent to avoid any thoughts of having someone else in our bed again. He tapped me on my head, saying, “Get up and go in the bedroom, you done made daddy horny.” “Yes, Malcolm,” I said as I stood, his hard kocaeli escort dick poking my stomach. I still wore the cock cage, which was working to hide my excitement, creating a strangely erotic discomfort. “But, I’m not quite clean for you,” I said, kissing his chest. “I got nothing but time,” said Malcolm, turning me around by the shoulders and walking me to the bedroom, his cock hitting my ass. Once in the bedroom, he pushed me onto the bed, face down, walked over and hoisted me up on all fours, spreading my legs I protested only because I knew Malcom liked a clean ass. “But….I’m not ready,” I whimpered, waiting to see what he had in store for me. “I just wanted to take a good look at that pussy,” said Malcolm, rubbing his finger on my exposed hole. He spat on it, then stuck his finger in and probed. “Yep, you got dooky. I want my pussy squeaky clean. When I got up, Malcolm held me from behind, kissing my neck and pinching my nipples. “Hurry up, I won’t wait long.” Not sure what he meant, I assumed he would jack off, though the thought of him bringing Steve back over crossed my mind. That night had me a bit paranoid, making me rethink my ability to satisfy Malcolm, and how he would not hesitate to find someone else. “Was the sex that good?” I thought to myself as I cleaned myself out. While Malcolm was turning out to be the most demanding lover I have had, he was also making me accountable for my actions, particularly being 100% truthful. That was the most difficult part. I never had a successful relationship where my partner wanted monogamy, but was willing to try. Malcolm was certainly different mostly because his sex drive matched mine, something totally new to me. While I was drying off, Malcolm came in and took a piss. I was mesmerized by the look of the stream of light yellow urine coming out of the dark black hood. “Act like you never seen a black cock pissing before,” he said as he shook it. “Ever been piss fucked?” he said as he turned to face me. “Yeah, I have,” I said somewhat ashamed. “Damn bitch, what have you not done? Shit, you’ve been around,” he said as he walked past me, taking me by the hand into the bedroom. “But I got to admit, you are one lovely piece of ass,” he said as he sat on the bed, kissing my stomach. He stood up, stared me in the eyes, stroking my hair, towering before me. Knowing Malcolm liked to be in charge, I simply stood and waited for his next move, all the while keeping eye contact with him. “Tell me how much you adore your king,” said Malcolm, kissing my lips. “And that there’s nothing you won’t do for him.” Remembering that I vowed to not lie to Malcolm again, I took the plunge. “I adore you my king, and there’s nothing I won’t do for you.” “On your knees, looking up to me,” Malcolm said as he backed up. I did as he told and as I wanted to do. I was falling deeply for this man and willing to abandon any remaining resolve to be my own man. I repeated his request while looking up to him. He stroked my hair back, then gathered it and yanked my head. I wasn’t sure what his intentions were so patiently waited. He bent down and spat in my face. “Say thank you,” he said, standing back up. “Thank you, Malcolm,” was all I could manage to say. I was getting used to his erratic behavior, but nonetheless somewhat annoyed. Things seemed to be going so well. “You will thank me for whatever I give you, whether it be my spit, sperm, sweat or piss. Do you understand me James?” said Malcolm, holding my chin in his large hand. “Yes Sir, I do.” “On your feet,” said Malcolm, laying on the bed. “Come,” he said, patting the space next to him. He continued his daunting stare, taking my hand and kissing my fingers. “You have delicate hands for man,” he said. I was always self-conscious about the size izmit escort bayan of my hands, average at best. “I like that, looks good around my cock.” Malcolm’s demeanor was soothing, yet I could not help it was the calm before the storm. As he guided my hand around his fully engorged penis I thought about how sensuous he was, with one moment being soft and gentle, then rough and domineering. I was putting myself in position to give him head when he pulled me up. “Not so fast. I’m in the mood for a woman tonight,” he said as he put his arms behind his head. “Go ahead, get yourself ready. I’m going to grab some grub.” Malcolm stood up, his large cock still hard, pulled on his sweats and headed to the living room. Wanting this to be a special evening, I went all out in trying to look like a woman for Malcolm. Bra stuffed with sufficient tissue to give my upper body a curvy look, slid on the panties and garter belt, contoured my face with make-up and painted my nails his favorite red that matched my lips. I put on the heels I recently purchased and practiced my walk in front of the mirror. I was impressed with the progress I had made in just about a week. Though I was able to see the man behind the exterior, I felt the increasing attitude of a female, softer, gentler, and more graceful. As I threw on the lingerie, Malcolm walked into the bedroom, stopped and gave me an approving look. “Damn baby, I hate to mess all this up, but I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tonight,” he said as he took me by the shoulders and measured me up. “I’m proud of you, Jamie,” he said, kissing me softly on my lips. “Getting all dolled up,” he said as he led me to the bed. He gently pushed me back, raised and spread my legs. “Fuck, look at you,” said Malcolm as he slid off his sweats with his free hand. He kissed my shoes, then down to my thighs where he stopped where he slid his hand under the panties and slid them off, exposing my ass that was up in the air. Grabbing the bottle of lube, he poured it onto my hole, then onto his cock. Wasting no time, he guided himself into me, slowly until felt his groin rest against me. This was the most female I had ever felt. In the dresser mirror I could see myself with my legs up in the air, wearing high heel shoes and a garter belt, with a large Black man on top of me. My cock was straining to get out of the cage, but locked securely away. Malcolm rubbed my belly, ran his hands over the bra and slowly pulled out his cock until it slipped out, then guiding it back in with one movement. “Fuck Jamie, I love your sweet pussy,” said Malcolm as he began stroking. I looked up at him in admiration and awe. This beautiful man was enjoying me as I had hoped. “Malcolm, please fuck me,” I said in my most feminine tone. This encouraged him to stroke faster and harder, kissing my hairless legs. “I’m going to shoot my babies in you,” said Malcolm as he delivered a quick series of hard thrusts and emptied himself into me. “FUCK!!!” he shouted and he pushed in the last of his load. He stood, panting and sweating while still inside of me, eventually falling out. I gripped my ass so that I could keep his sperm in me. “Fuck you are a nasty hoe,” he said as he let my legs down. “Get your ass in the tub.” Not sure where this was going I walked to the bathroom and sat in the tub, still wearing the negligee, bra, and heels. Malcolm walked in, penis still half hard and glistening. “Take that shit off,” he said, forcibly removing whatever I had on. He then aimed his dick at my face and sent a stream of urine onto it. He silently walked away, leaving me to ponder the reasoning behind this humiliating act. I showered, dried myself off, removed the make-up and joined Malcolm in the bed. I dared not ask why he decided to relieve himself on me. “Get some rest,” he said looking my direction. “I’m going with you tomorrow to the club. Time folk knew who you answer to.” He held out his arm, a signal to lie on his chest. I quickly fell asleep, too tired to wonder about what the next day would bring.

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