After this revelation and my conviction that I was destined to be a slave, a courtesan, to serve men and women, to be humiliated and cuckolded, to take pleasure in mimicking a woman and feeling like a woman in the arms of virile men, I decided to live this to the fullest. But another thought also came to me: until now, I had chosen handsome and sexy lovers, but since adolescence, the fantasy of being offered to old, perverted, fat, vulgar men, my slender, smooth body caressed by large, hairy hands, my mouth violated by tongues smelling of cigarettes and alcohol, had often led me to frenzied masturbation, imagining myself as the sexual object of a particularly repulsive stranger who simultaneously disturbed me and made me want to belong to him… an avenue I would explore later. I called Paolo for the following evening and promised him a wonderful evening and that I would stay the night. He laughed heartily, "You didn't get enough last night, darling?" "No, my baby, you know I'm crazy about you and your cock, I'm waiting for you." I made sure I had champagne, whiskey, lube, salmon, etc., to prepare a nice aperitif for him. I knew that Patricia and he would soon be seeing each other often, and even though I was eager to see them fuck together and be their plaything, I also wanted him a little bit for myself. I called the makeup artist for 6 p.m. the next day and eagerly awaited Paolo's arrival, dreaming of the delights of being a woman in his arms. After a good shower, perfumed body lotion, toes and nails painted carmine red, anus well lubricated, and the makeup artist gone, thigh-high boots and a black leather mini-skirt, a black corset and a blonde wig, my heart was pounding in anticipation of the pleasures to come. I must admit that I had an ice-cold vodka to relax even more. He arrived, still very handsome. I greeted him at the gate, and he embraced me. We kissed for a long time in the garden. I didn't care about the neighbors or the onlookers; what could be more natural than a beautiful blonde woman in the arms of a black stallion? I let myself sink into his muscular arms, kissing his neck, his ears, and returning to his mouth… We went inside, I poured him a whiskey, and I knelt before him. I took off his shoes, massaged, and then kissed his demigod-like feet, sucking each toe and running my tongue between them, the blonde slave serving her master. I know he adored my tongue on his feet, but also that I had turned a responsible and fearful man into a submissive slut. Very quickly, I was greedily sucking his hard, delicious cock, alternating sips of ice-cold vodka with his warm cock. He greatly enjoyed the sensation of the icy burning of the vodka on his glans followed by my hot sucking.I licked his fragrant balls, then came looking for cuddles myself. He was very good at that, very different from his cousin. With my legs spread, I sat on him, his erect penis at the same height as mine, and eye to eye, we began a series of long, sloppy kisses, mixed with whiskey and vodka, to which was added his saliva and spit, which I begged him to give me. At first, he was surprised and not used to this practice, but I've always loved it when a woman spits on my face, in my mouth, or on my ass, and with him, this gorgeous guy, I found it exquisite too. So, quite quickly, he got into it and appreciated the fact that I liked everything that came from him. I caressed his shaved head, he sucked on my small breasts, nibbled them, and while making love to us, I told him about Patricia's exploits and plans concerning us. I described to her how she'd come to get fucked by Max, a so-called friend and work colleague, how for the second time in 15 days she'd offered her delicious little hole to another man besides me, and that it was on our first date, and how she'd compared me negatively to this macho guy known for all his conquests, and how he was satisfying her so much that her pussy was struggling to accommodate his beautiful cock. Of course, during this narration, we both became very aroused, and his cock swelled against mine. Suddenly, he took me under the arms, lifted me up, and gently guided me down to his hard cock, which was already brushing against my pussy—a wonderful sensation, as I was so well lubricated. His cock slid in gently and filled me with pleasure. I threw my arms around his neck. "I love you, Paolo," I said. "I love you too, darling." His cock slid in easily, and I moaned loudly. (Once he recorded me on his phone and would play it for me from time to time, and it's true, I moaned like a woman.) I've always loved sucking and jerking off dicks since I was a teenager, but lately I've been getting a lot of pleasure from being fucked. And it's true that I was with a hottie, but no matter what a guy looks like, a dick is a dick and it's good to suck, and if the guy knows what he's doing, it's good to get thoroughly fucked. My darling didn't want to cum in my ass this time, so he made me go down between his thighs and, while staring at me, started caressing his penis… He whispered to me, "Doesn't it turn you on that your friend Max fucked your two girlfriends and they came so hard? Can you imagine them both moaning? Especially since he fucked them both, you would have loved to suck his dick afterward, wouldn't you?" (As much as I'm a ...

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