This is the story about how I became a black man's slave. How's that for an opener?

My wife Susie and I did some swinging in our time with other couples. We lived in one of those small cities where there's one large employer. The swing club consisted mainly of people who worked there.

So we had some nice foursomes with other couples there. But one day we met Randy and Mary Ann. Randy was a well-built black man and Mary Ann was his cute white girlfriend. We got together with them and had a fantastic time. Susie in particular really had a good time with Randy, it seems she had been wanting to go black for quite some time and this was her chance.

Randy had this thing he would do: he made it clear he was the dominant master and the three of us were his white slaves. All three of us would kneel on the carpet and he would stick his cock in each one of our mouths to let us suck him a little while. Yes I played along and sucked him too, Susie didn't seem to care at all; it just turned her on more I think. At the time it didn't do anything for me. When Randy got on top of Susie she nearly came even before he could get his cock inside her. Likewise Mary Ann was a total freak. Randy told her to strip naked and stand in front of the motel window, which she did. She loved touching herself while distracting all the drivers outside.

So we had a few encounters and they were by far our favorite couple to swing with. One day Randy broke the news to us that Mary Ann went back to her husband (!) and from that point on we would swing as a threesome. So it was just me and Susie to kneel before him and suck his cock, but of course Susie got the better deal after all that foreplay.

We still had a good time even though there was no Mary Ann. Susie kept us both more than satisfied. One day I sent Randy an email saying basically, hey we had a great time Sunday, we wanna get together again, are you free in two weeks?

His reply threw me for a loop. "Since you suck my cock so much better than your wife does, I think you and I should get a room next Tuesday so you can finish what you started."

At first I wrote back a nasty-gram, how dare you, this was about Susie having a good time, no I'm not interested. I had my mouse over the "send" key but couldn't press it. I dumped the entire email and started over.

My second attempt to respond was a little more diplomatic. I said, hey I'm glad you like how I suck you but I can't do that, it's not in my nature, etc. I sat there looking at the "send" button and I still could not press it.

Finally I slept on it and replied the next day. "Sure, where do you want to meet Tuesday and what time?"

I can't tell you how I felt when I waited in that motel room for Randy. I had no idea what was in store for me. He completely made me his bitch. Yes of course I sucked him and swallowed all his cum, but he made it clear what he expected. I was to dress up like a woman, something I would have never done on my own. I was passable. I took his golden showers. He fucked me long and hard as I was dressed up. The conversion was complete, I was his bitch from that day on and Susie never knew.

He p****d me out to his friends while cross-dressed and put me in very risky situations. I didn't care. From that day on I lived to please Randy, and I did. Any damn way he wanted. I did so until the day he stopped emailing or calling me. But I don't regret a single minute.