From a H boi to a M cock sucker
I had always considered myself a straight H man. Would flaunt my manliness with an exaggerated walk, showing off my muscles and boldly eyeing women, even making them uncomfortable. Turns out, it was all a facade.Β
A bearded Muslim man in my lane seemed to know otherwise. He constantly eyed me, making me uncomfortable just like I would do to the women. I tried to first not look his way. Then tried eye to eye contact to ward off his ogling looks. Even pushed out my chest to show him my male strength.
But he kept smiling and continued his watch over me. As if he wanted me. What did he see in me, a strong H man? Maybe he wanted to be friendly but why would he eye me from top to bottom!
Then one day the cookie crumbled. I smiled back at him and he did the same. Slowly his gaze started getting kindlier, less intimidating. He knew he had me. Then every time we exchanged glances, my gaze, started lowering. Slowly I started getting more shy and would only look down and smile. I could feel him getting happier.
One day he was not out on his porch when I passed and suddenly I realized how much he had become a part of my daily life. I started to think of ways to get him to look more at me. I was sure it was not my manliness which attracted him but something else. Then it struck me. He saw a woman in me.
I began changing for him then. I was anyway shy and he loved it. I started to act more feminine. Made my wrists limp. Swayed my hips a bit more. Made my steps shorter. Slowed my movements. And I saw he was happy, smiling more, puffing his chest. God, how confident he was and how he carried himself!Β
Another day he whistled at me while I was passing, acting in my utmost feminine manner. I had to look at him. And he slowly dropped his gaze to the lower part of his body, towards his groin. I was stunned. What was he hiding in there? A gun? A lathi? A piece of big brick? Whatever it was, it was huge, long and thick.Β
It dawned on me that it was not an object. It was attached to him and it was his weapon. I kept looking at it for God knows how long till he cleared his throat. And I was jolted back to reality. Do not know what happened to me, I started crying, covered my mouth and ran away with a lot of added feminine moves.
Β I was scared to face him the next day. Did not want to go out to work. But the memory of his dick pulled me out. There was no comparison between his gigantic stick and the puny thing, which I carried in my pants. I wanted to see his rod again. And again and again. God, what would I not do to see it more closely? I went out and there again he stood with pride, masculinity and his divine smile showing. But all I wanted was a look at his crotch and witness the majesty of his weapon. I sat down on a bench opposite his porch and waited eyes cast down to psee what awaited me today. Was sure he would take the lead, as all strong men do, unlike me who waited to be shown the way.Β
My patience was wearing thin, and when I looked up, all I saw was my veritable dream in front of me. My Musalman was in front of me giving me a close up view, exactly as I had wished, of his organ, which was to claim every inch of my life soon. I even now wonder what a wonderful mind reader he was, exactly knowing what I needed at every moment. Or was I giving away my intentions easily with my pansy mannerisms.Β
He ran his hand over his bulging member daring me with his gaze to look away. I could not. He knew it. He pushed his hips at me bringing me even closer to my now clear obsession. I could not but help extending my hand and scratching his pants with my lustrous finger nails. (Oh, didn't I tell you I had started painting my nails a neutral colour as part of my efforts to seduce him?). Like the previous day, I could not control my tears and had to run away from my tormentor in fear and awe.Β
Right through the day, I could not focus on work as the image of his bulge kept me on edge. The feeling of my fingers touching the rough fabric of his pants. The difficult to miss twitch his member gave at the slightest pressure my fingers exerted on it. Could something be so sensitive? I recalled the many times I had to keep rubbing my self to get to a fraction of the hardness I had experienced in his member earlier that day. And what just happened? Why is my cock straining to cum out of my delicate panties? (Sorry readers, forgot to mention that I had started wearing panties the day after I realised that he saw a woman in me). I was both thrilled and terrified when I dawned upon me that I was destined to be the woman for him.Β
Soon I learnt that his name was Abdul and he was a rich, well respected man in his personal and professional spheres. He was 6" tall as compared to my 5'4" tiny figure. He was bearded and carried himself with a quiet and subdued confidence. He was widowed and his 3 children were being taken care of by his mother who lived not very far away. He was 48 and I also later learnt that a lot of women wanted to marry him looking at his personality, position and possessions. But he wanted me. The question remained in my mind even then, what he desired from me. Though I was in my mind already a woman for him and had adopted a lot of habits and mannerisms in my daily life, akin to a woman, none of it was known to him. We had not spoken a word to each other, yet I was mentally already beholden to him.
Β There was a break in our sightings as Abdul had toΒ urgently go out of town for a meeting. But believe it or not he had left word with one of his servants that I be informed about it, that he will be out for 4-5 days. I was sad and would miss him like hell. In fact I had intended to talk to him and tell him about some part of my feelings for him that day but it was not to be. But then the last few days have been such an emotional roller coaster for me that a part of me was thankful for the break. Would perhaps give me the break to think about whether my recent actions were right or not.Β
How wrong was I to think that I could consider independently about my deeds and their appropriateness. He filled my heart, brain and soul. I could not escape for a moment from remembering him and more importantly the giant piece of equipment attached to him. And my tiny cock, or more appropriately, my clit would twitch with every recap of that gigantic cock. I was consumed by him and the thoughts of how to get to serve him and his cock.Β
My days were also filled with several methods of wanting to feminise myself for him. To make him want me more. To be able to charm and seduce him. He was the one who did that to me first. It was easy for him. I was easy prey. I was a H boi born to serve M men like him, as he later told me. But look at how the tables turned. Here I was entertaining thoughts, exploring ideas on how to get him to like me more, to let me enjoy the hot protrusion that was called his cock.
Β That is when I was exposed to blogs on the internet about H bois being ideal partners for M men. How they were biologically programmed to be bred by M cock. The fact about them having ovaries hidden deep in their anal tract, which only long M cocks could reach and excite. How M cum is the most potent having a 500 time more chance of causing pregnancy than cum of other races. Of their power to make H bois develop their breasts, hips, thighs and make them more suitable for child bearing.Β
That was the last straw. Having befriended the servant who had brought the news of Abdul's departure for work, I planned things with him so that I was present at Abdul's place when he returned. I was in his drawing room when he arrived. He was surprised at seeing me there. The shy boi I was with him a few days back, he was amazed at how confident and determined j looked and behaved. My confidence also came from the fact that I was fully prepared on the inside to seduce him today.Β
The inside meant what was under my boi clothes. I was in full girl mode underneath. Lacy bra, skimpy panties, garter, stockings, body entirely hairless, my shoulder length hair tied in a bun, body completely shaved of hair, eyebrows plucked, girly perfume, toe and finger nails painted in neutral colours and a very light shade of lipstick.
At the very first sight of him, I had this overpowering impulse to go hug and kiss him. He looked tired yet so handsome and manly. With raised eye brows he enquired why I was there. With downcast eyes, I whispered - "For you'. I know he understood. He was ready to take me.Β I was ready to let him take me. But the experienced master that he was, he knew that I had to be humiliated into submission. Ultimately I had to admit that I was there to lay my eyes on the thing that had kept me engaged for several days on end.Β
"Only see?", he remarked. I nodded. He said - " Do not lie". "I want to touch it"was my response. He came near me, raised my face up pulling my chin and spat into my face. " Do not ever lie to me", he commanded. I was mesmerised. Charmed. His spit on my face, drooling onto my coloured lips. I quickly swiped them with my tongue. His flavour in my mouth. His scent in my nose. His royal presence coursing through my body. I shivered and blurted out - "No master, I wish to worship it".Β
He pulled me by the hand forcefully and took me to his bed chamber. He tore my outer wear and there I was exposed to him in all my lingeried glory. I saw a whiff of a surprised expression cross his firm face. He pushed me by the shoulder to my knees. I was near my deity. All that I could think of was how to satisfy his dick. I waited for instructions but none came. I let my sissy self take over then.Β
As I went about unbelting and unzipping his trousers, my mind was reeling and my mouth drooling at the prospect of what was to come. And spring it did, out of the confines of his underwear. Like a colossal beast looking for a prey. It could devour me with its size, shape and sheer presence. Abdul looked down at me without a word. He knew I was captivated with his rod and concluded perhaps that he had me, as long as he could flash his monster at me any time.Β
My attention was drawn back to his dick by its constant twitches. It was looking for a friend and was I ready? I put out my tongue and gave him a lick, as a way of saying hello. Another big twitch in response said that my offer was expected. More handshakes were exchanged before I got closer and giving him a smile, went on to deeper methods of acquaintance. Felt he too was pushed closer, by Abdul I realised. At close range he looked even more garangutan but I was no longer scared, the friend he was.
I then went at him with rare eagerness. Gave him a nice bath starting from the head. I knew I could only do that in parts. No way I could handle him fully at once. More of licks down him and I could start smelling the musk of Abdul. Something which I has never experienced. Raw, masculine and intense, it captured me and I went down on him with a vengeance. One hand went to the base squeezing while the other to Abdul's butts to draw him closer and for me to devour more of his cock. Things were out of my contol then as Abdul despite not wanting to show enthusiasm, started to push against my mouth. Obviously my charms and new skills were starting to work.
Knowing that he was as pleasured as I am, I went to work on his weapon with gusto. My senses were overwhelmed. The veins of his cock tickled my tongue. His raw aroma filled my nose. The sight of his beautiful cock was mind numbing. He had started moaning frim the nice way I was handling his member. And to top it his precum tasted like nectar.
His huge nuts dangling menacingly sought my attention. I gave them a nice saliva bath one by one. Each filled my mouth to a jaw breaking level. They were the gems which produced all the baby making sperm in the cum he was shortly sure to shoot out. Signs were visible. Abdul had closed his eyes looking heavenward, basking in the pleasurable sensations of my great blowjob.
Β And without warning, he shot tons of ejaculate into my mouth. I could not contain it all, some of it drooling out from the side of mouth wetting his pubes and also running down his legs onto my chest and bra. I swallowed the tangy cum all aware that this was only the first time of many that I will earn these rewards. I had achieved what a month back would have sounded a ridiculous situation. Would have laughed at anyone who even suggested I would look at a man's dick.
Β Abdul's demeanor towards me changed the instant, I showed my subservience by not only pleasuring him orally, better than many genetic women would do, but also swallowed large amounts of his cum, which many women are loath to. He hugged me to his hairy, muscular chest and starred whispering words of endearment into my ears. I felt happy and content in his arms with not a care in the world.
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