Turned by Tricia (part 15)
This series is about a straight guy seduced by a sexy Tgirl to learn to enjoy sucking, only to be forced into sucking other guys. This is a work of fiction which I hope you will enjoy!
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Angela invited me to have dinner at her place. She was eager to cook for me and wanted me to stay the night, so I gathered together some clothing and grooming items I could leave at her place. I thought about her nearly all the time – even when I was sucking guys. If not for the sucking, I was doing I would never have met her.
Our sex together was wonderful, with a lot of variety. Because Angela didn't normally ejaculate, I didn't have that to signal her climax. If I kept on stimulating her after her climax it was uncomfortable, so we agreed upon a signal. If I was rimming her, she would collapse forward. If I was sucking her, she would touch my cheek with her hand, unless we were 69ing – then she would touch my leg. That was the signal to stop. If she was in my mouth I just lovingly held her there with no further stimulation.
Angela was still a virgin, and while I looked forward to slipping into her, I wanted it to be timed just right – when she wanted it, so it could be a wonderfully shared experience. I would often finger her pussy when we would 69, or sometimes slip a vibrator into her, which made her cum quickly.
I especially loved rimming her – to me it was the most intimate of all kisses – something that she and I alone shared.
I sucked the guys at Angela's company every day. I had a set schedule with most of the guys, but they always had the option of texting me with an "emergency" service request. Most guys only wanted it a couple of times a week, but a few wanted it nearly every day. Jackie liked me doing her anally nearly every day. Every time I did, I imagined myself in Angela.
After my work and servicing, I went home and showered. On the way to Angela's I stopped by a beverage store and picked up a cold bottle of wine. Arriving at Angela's, she greeted me wearing only a see-through robe.
I set the bottle down and took her into my arms and kissed her passionately. She led me to the couch and sat down, opening the front of her robe to offer her nipples to me. I sucked one, then the other, gently squeezing with my fingers the nipple I wasn't sucking.
She moaned and I reached for her hard clitty, gently squeezing it.
"Save that for later," she said, "I just want you to get me into the mood and keep me there."
I could tell that she intended to keep me busy, so I prepared to maintain her arousal for as long as needed.
Dinner was in the oven, and when the timer signaled that it was done, Angela got up and told me to pour the wine while she got our meal out of the oven. She had made a nice lasagna, which went well with the red Lambrusco wine I brought and proceeded to pour.
We had a nice dinner, talking about our future together. My feelings for Angela grew stronger every day – I knew that one day I would confess my love for her. I was sure feeling drawn to her, but wanted to be sure it was really love before saying it to her.
After dinner we retired to the couch to finish our wine together. She immediately put me to work, arousing her again. After about ten minutes she said, "Bill, I want you to make love to me tonight."
"I'll be delighted," I said, "But are you sure you are ready for this?"
"I know you are cautious about saying love," she replied, "But I am certain enough that you are the man I want to give my virginity to."
Our wine was finished, so I stood up and led her to the bedroom. I put her on the bed on all fours and rimmed her to warm her up even more, and then lovingly lubed her, gently opening her with my fingers.
"Now on your back," I said, giving her a pillow for her head and putting another one under her hips.
I put Angela's legs up against my chest with her ankles on my shoulder. I lubed myself and slowly pressed into her, watching her face as I did. I went especially slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Once in, pressed in until I hit bottom, carefully noting where. Angela had a wonderful smile on her face, and a look of pure joy as I stroked in and out, taking care not to "bottom out".
I massaged her breasts for a while, gently squeezing her nipples as she moaned with delight. It was an incredible feeling, but I didn't want to cum too quickly – for me, Angela's pleasure came first. I lubed my hand and took hold of her clitty, massaging the head as I made sweet love to her. Her moans got louder, then she said, "I'm cumming, oh Bill, I'm cumming!"
I felt her tighten around me as she came, sending me over the edge, pumping my hot load deeply into her. I stood there, holding her legs to me as we both caught our breath, coming down from a blissful climax.
I pulled out and told her to remain there. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, returning with a warm, soapy washcloth and wiped Angela clean, front and back. I returned the washcloth to the bathroom and joined Angela, moving her fully onto the bed and laying next to her.
"Oh Bill," she said, "That was even better than I'd hoped." We lay there spooning and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning we awoke before the alarm clock rang, and showered together. Making love was a special milestone in our relationship, propelling us to new levels. I felt more in love with Angela than ever, and at breakfast I confessed my love to her. She did as well.
"How much longer does your apartment lease run?" I asked.
"Three more months," she answered, "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, if we are still going strong by then, let's plan for you to move in with me," I responded.
We both would have liked it to happen sooner, but there were a lot of details to work out in combining our two households.
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After three months we did move in together and by then we knew we were completely compatible. We liked similar things, and our day-to-day routines fit together well. Best of all was sleeping together every night.
The intimacy was great, but the simple act of sleeping together every night was wonderful. Going to sleep spooning, waking up in the middle of the night and being able to reach over and touch each other – all that was beyond what words could express.
We began to discuss marriage and that was when I discovered that while Angela had her name legally changed (it had been Andrew), she was still legally a male. The requirements for gender marker change in our state required surgical intervention, which neither of us wanted.
Fortunately, same-sex marriage had been recently legalized by the Supreme Court, so that was an option.
Angela didn't want a same-sex marriage. "It would mean both of us declaring that we were gay, when we have a completely straight relationship," she protested.
We discussed it for a week. We could just continue to live together, but I really wanted Angela to be my wife. After some research we realized that we simply could not get Angela's birth certificate changed without surgery, but we could get a passport for her as a woman. The State Department requirements for gender change were much more liberal than our state.
I consulted an attorney who specialized in gender issues and was assured that the passport could be used as her primary identification, so her driver's license, social security and other documents could show a female gender. Best of all, once that was done, we could get a marriage license that would show as a conventional marriage.
We got started on it immediately, but found the passport office was really backed up, so it took months to get the passport, and after that most of the other documents were easily changed. The driver's license was a problem, since we ran into a blockade when the clerk at the Department of Motor Vehicles refused to make the change. We had to get the lawyer involved, but finally got it changed.
Meanwhile, other changes happened. Ed Martinsen was moving Angela's company to another state. That affected both of us. They offered both of us the opportunity to move, but I couldn't leave my job, so Ed graciously released me from my sex slavery. Angela said she wouldn't move and would look for other work if needed or become a "stay at home" wife. Either was fine with me.
The change worked out perfectly for both of us. Tricia contacted me and offered to place me with another black master, which I declined. Angela was the only sex I wanted for the rest of my life!
Several months after the company moved, Angela and I were married and living as a perfectly normal straight couple, except behind closed doors, where we were anything but normal.
My journey began with deception by Tricia and Marcy, soon leading to my sexual slavery, which brought Angela into my life. The sexual slavery was now behind me. I'd given over a thousand blowjobs, but all that was in the past, and I don't miss it. Instead, my oral cravings are all satisfied by Angela, and she's living the way she always had wanted.
As a mixed-race couple, some people view us as a bit strange – little do they know how unique we are!
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