Becoming Bernard's Wife

I put an ad on Adult Friend Finder, thinking I'm never going to meet anyone here but was I wrong.

I am in my 30's, tall and slender, long brown hair and practically hairless everywhere else on my body. I was looking for whatever and was very curious. Just out of a relationship with a woman for 8 years. I moved to Europe and discretely started to experiment with guys and transexuals. It was one tranny who I was fucking occasionally said, next time, "I will dress you like a girl and fuck your hole." Sure enough, the next time we had a booty call, she kept her promised, dressed me with her clothes, make-up and banged me into a brand new sissy. Shortly after, I started building up a stash of girlie clothes, lingerie, stockings, shoes, make-up and would parade at home stuffing and training my sissy hole with some toys.

Time goes by exchanging messages with trolls and cretins until I get one message. A closeted bi dude looking for a little discrete and occasional kinky fun. His name was Bernard, a widowed black man in his mid-50's living with his teenage daughter. He is a choreographer at the local art academy in his town. He is tall, with long dread hair pulled back and a smoothly shaven hairless ripped body so chiseled that every muscle are just picture perfect.

Then there was his ebony Adonis of a cut cock! Long, almost as thick as a beer can, full of veins, slight curve to the right, no hair and one thick mushroom head that I wanted to pop it's way inside me and mush up my sexy silky sissy hole of fun. He had big full balls like a black bull. I imagined how much seed can be in there and what it would taste like. I would get horny, hard and wet chatting dirty with him and lusting after his profile photo album. We exchanged a few emails for a couple of weeks and then exchanged phone numbers. After another week of talking and 'getting to know each other' we decided to meet up.

He invited me to his home as he planned for his daughter to be away for the weekend leaving the house free to us.