Black Girl Ambush (part 9)
When a woman has a man by the cock, he might do things he wouldn't do otherwise, or things he just needs coaxing to do! Enjoy this work of fiction.
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Martha thanked me went into the bathroom to clean up. Afterward she got dressed and invited me to come see her in the floor 39 concierge lounge in half an hour. I agreed and she departed.
I still had the card key from last night, so I went to the lounge and entered. Marsha was sitting at the desk looking at a book of illustrations. I pulled up a chair next to her and she showed me pictures of hundreds of sissy tattoos – some photos on men and some just illustrations. Most of them were located just above the cock, and actually looked rather nice. They clearly proclaimed that the wearer was not a real man, and something about that attracted me.
"I can get temporary tattoos of any of these you like," Martha said, "they are made with a special ink that takes a couple of weeks to wash of, but then it's gone – you could try several until you find what you like."
"I'll give it a try," I said, "but I want you to choose what you think will be right for me."
"I have a couple in the desk that would be nice," she replied, opening a small box in the desk.
She showed me a red and blue tattoo about three inches long that said 'Sissy' in large script. She also pulled out black "ace of spades" tattoos in various sizes.
"Get undressed," ordered Martha.
I looked around the room now and hesitated, seeing several women in the lounge.
"Don't go modest on me now, Bill," said Martha, and I undressed without further delay.
Martha announced that she was going to apply some sissy tattoos, and invited anyone interested to come watch.
The three women walked over, and moved chairs close and sat down.
I still had my pubic hair, which had to go. Martha took a pair of scissors from the desk and proceeded to trim my pubic hair close to my body. She piled the trimmed hair on a piece of paper on the desk, and invited the women to handle my cock and balls.
They took turns doing so, delighting in my arousal. While they fondled me, Martha brought a bowl of warm water and applied shaving cream to me, and shaved the short hair from me. She put shaving cream on my balls and shaved them as well. She invited the women to run their fingers over my freshly-shaved skin for their approval. They agreed that I was smooth.
Marsha ordered me to bend over and asked the women to spread my cheeks.
"We'll get rid of that nasty hair in your ass crack," Martha said, "men like it nice and smooth, like a girl."
She applied shaving cream and shaved my ass crack.
One of the women said, "now that's a really pretty ass – I'll bet my husband will like it."
Martha told me to stand up and face her, which I did. She applied the sissy tattoo above my cock and rubbed it on. She then applied a small "ace of spades" tattoo just above my hip bones, and a larger version on each of my ass cheeks.
Martha led me to a mirror, where I could see that it was clear that I was not a real man, and was for the pleasure of black men.
"Let's go for a walk," said Martha, and we all went out the lounge door. They walked me down the hallway. At first there was nobody in the hallway, but soon the elevator doors opened and a couple emerged and walked our way. One of the women with me had been stroking my cock to keep me aroused. As the couple approached we all stopped. The couple looked me over and smiled. The woman said to her man, "go ahead."
The man unzipped and I dropped to my knees. I sucked him while my audience looked on. The woman who had been stroking me knelt next to me, continuing to stoke as I sucked.
Soon the man shot his load into my mouth and pulled out. I thanked him and the couple went on their way.
We continued down the hallway and one of the women said, "let's stop by my room."
We stopped at her room and she opened the door and called out. She was hoping that her husband was there but he was not. Her teenage son was there, but he had never been serviced by a white sissy before. His eyes widened as he looked upon me, but I wasn't sure if he was aroused or put off, but urged on by his mother, soon his cock was out and I was on my knees.
Young guys seem to be always horny and ready to cum, and he was no exception. It only took a few minutes before he gave me his lot load.
He pulled out and Martha gave him one of my contact cards.
Martha said, "Let's go see Mike."
"I thought that only this floor was clothing optonal," I said.
"That's the actual rule, but you can be naked anywhere in the hotel," Martha assured me, "nobody will complain."
We got on the elevator and Martha selected Mike's floor. On the way up a man entered the elevator and Martha pushed me to my knees – an unspoken invitation for him to use my mouth.
Soon I was sucking him while the women watched. The elevator arrived on the man's floor, and Marsha held the elevator car there until I finished his blowjob. I was thrilled to be sucking in this really kinky setting and welcomed his load when it came. He left and Martha allowed the elevator to proceed. We got out at Mikes floor and we walked to his room.
Knocking on the door, Marsha answered and smiled broadly. She invited us in and immediately began taking pictures of me. Embarrassed, I lost my erection, but Marsha insisted that it be restored, so one of the women stroked me again. Once erect, Marsha continued to take pictures, front and back.
One of the women spread my cheeks while Marsha took pictures of my hairless ass crack and vulnerable hole.
Mike came in and enjoyed my humiliation, coming over for a first-hand examination.
He definitely approved and soon I was on my knees again.
While I sucked him, Martha told Mike she wanted to be my girlfriend for my next visit. Mike agreed as long as I sucked him regularly. Soon he gave me his load. Martha led me out of Mike's room, and walked with me to my room.
I'll have a busboy bring your clothes up to you – but you'll have to blow him instead of a tip. She told me that we would go out on a dinner date tonight, and that she would come to my room at 6:30pm. She kissed me and departed.
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