Love thy neighbour

Love thy neighbour (a short story)

A feeling of intense excitement came over me as I watched my wife drive away from our house on her way to see her parents for the weekend. Time alone meant only one thing, an opportunity to indulge in my secret pleasure, a chance to lose myself in sensuality and create an alluring illusion of femininity. My clandestine cross-dressing had been a part of my life for what seemed like forever, way before I met my wife. I had become expert at hiding that side of my character from the world and had become very proficient in the devious concealment of my extensive female wardrobe. I scaled the loft ladder and stepped into the dark dusty confines of the roof space, in the furthest corner to my right surrounded by accumulated junk sat a disused metal water tank. Inside the tank were three large holdalls which contained all that I needed in order to transform from he to she. Phase one of the operation was completed, the bags had been extracted from their hiding place and were now revealing their secrets as they lay open on my double bed.

If a stranger wandered in they would assume that this was the bedroom of a young foxy woman who likes the nightlife a bit too much! My choice of clothes and shoes would be considered risqué or quite possibly slutty, I wasn’t one of those cross dressers who found it necessary too wear fashionable or day to day female clothes, in fact it was very much the opposite. Laid out on the bed were many small minidresses of various fabrics and colours, they ranged from the ageless sophistication of the classic little black dress to overtly tarty and slutty numbers designed to show as much flesh as possible. There were thongs and panties, stockings and jewellery, wigs and make up all laid out in front of me as I thought and pondered on what I should wear. Shoes were a particular passion of mine and my collection was lined up on the floor ready for inspection. Killer heels were my preference from the modest court shoe to the decadent strappy variety all with a five or six inch heel, there were no flats or pretty ballet pumps here, I simply couldn’t see the point in wearing those. I mentally made my choices then headed to the bathroom to commence the laborious but necessary hair removal routine.

I stood naked at the bathroom mirror fixing large thick silver hoop earrings into my lobes, bright halogen light reflected off my smooth skin, my freshly waxed and shaven body radiated a sensual healthy glow. I stared at my reflection in the mirror examining the make-up I had just applied, subtle red blusher rose from cheek to temple over a flawless light foundation. My heavily lined blue eyes burned bright through long mascaraed lashes and carefully faded dark grey eye shadow completed the alluring Smokey look. My lips were painted dark purple and shone with a decadent gothic lustre, the overall effect was fierce and feminine, the unashamed face of a TV fetish doll. After some final adjustments to my long straight dark brown wig I was at last ready to leave the bathroom. The time had come to slither into some tight fitting fabric, to step into some killer heels and to break free from the constraints of masculinity that sometimes threatened to crush my soul.

Later that evening I was revelling in my manufactured femininity as I poured a large measure of Jack Daniels into a glass. A night like this consisted of many familiar elements which even though had been repeated many times before were far from boring or repetitive. A lot of time was spent online logged in to various transgender and fetish websites where I would speak to friends and contacts in chat rooms and also upload new photo’s which I’d taken earlier in the day. A couple of hours were spent on webcam accepting compliments and dealing with lewd suggestions in equal measure, occasionally when drink got the better of me I would perform for my admirers getting them all hot under the collar as I teased them with my body. As the night wore on I was becoming increasingly intoxicated, drunk on the occasion as well as the alcohol. I turned the volume up on my music system increasing the impact of the dirty retro funk I was playing. In everyday life I wouldn’t dream of taking to the dance floor to strut my stuff, I always associated dancing with women they just looked right doing it, they had the body shape that lent itself to the rhythmic movements required to pull it off. Tonight however I was in T-girl mode and I felt compelled to get up and shake my thing, I was lost in music as I rotated my hips and bounced my booty to the phat funky beats. After twenty minutes I suddenly realised I had boogied my way to the glass patio doors that faced my back garden, I glanced outside and abruptly stopped my bumping and grinding as I spotted a figure in the garden next door.

 A tall black man stood at the fence that divided the two gardens, I felt like a rabbit in the headlights and hurriedly drew the curtains to preserve my privacy. I was angry at myself I should have remembered to draw all curtains and keep the lights low, I paused for a second to gather my thoughts. Who was he? My wife did mention the house next door had finally been sold, was he the new neighbour? Did he see me? And if he did could he see that I was a man in drag? I shook my head and fought against my rising panic, I was being paranoid, I muttered to myself to get a grip as I poured another drink. The night ended as it always does with the sensuality of the occasion giving rise to sexual arousal. The caressing of my silky smooth body inevitably led to the use of one of my large realistic dildos, I surrendered to lust and pleasured myself into the early hours.

The next morning I sat sipping coffee in the garden mentally planning another night en femme, I inhaled deeply on a cigarette closing my eyes as the sun started to cast its warm glow on my face. My relaxation was suddenly interrupted by a loud voice “Good morning, how you doing?” I bolted upright spilling my coffee and turned to see a man standing at the dividing fence. “Sorry didn’t mean to startle you” he said with a smile, “no no its fine” I stuttered trying to compose myself. “I’m Dave I’ve just moved in, thought I’d say hello” he said as he extended his hand. I rose from my chair and shook my new neighbour by the hand, he was a tall black man possibly in his late thirties with a shaven head and a strong handsome face. He was extremely muscular and wore an unfeasibly tight black t-shirt which emphasised every bulging contour, his six foot plus height coupled with his bulk gave him a very imposing physical presence which was softened somewhat by his friendly demeanour. After the introductions we chatted for a while exchanging small talk about family, jobs and alike, I enquired as to why he had chosen this area to move to. “well its near where I work and ticks a lot of boxes for me” he explained “It’s got good transport links, great local amenities and is not too far away from family and friends. Plus the unexpected bonus of having a sexy tranny living next door is a welcome surprise” I stared at him in shock while my mind tried to process what he had just said.

 My mind raced and I laughed nervously “what’s that?” I said sheepishly “Having a sexy tranny as a neighbour” he repeated “I saw you through your big glass doors last night doing your thing”  I stood there stunned, I thought he hadn’t seen me but obviously he had, I was literally lost for words. “it’s cool” he said “I have an open mind about things and I’ve always been fascinated by transvestites, I think it’s the exaggerated femininity which I find intriguing” As I listened to him my defence mechanism kicked in “look I don’t know what you think you saw but…” he held his hand up to silence me “I know what I saw and I liked what I saw and I’d like to see more” he said as he fixed me with a stare. Those words were like a trigger, my feminine side wanted to rise to the surface and thank him for the compliments but I was fighting to hold on to my dignity. “You must be mistaken, anyway nice to meet you” I said as I turned to leave “does your wife know?” he said loudly, I glared at him momentarily before shaking my head. “well I’m sure you’d like to keep it that way, so how about inviting your new neighbour over for a drink as a way of a welcome” he was nodding enthusiastically “I could come over tonight and your wife need never know” I narrowed my eyes to look at him and contemplated telling him to fuck off but he had the upper hand, it was nothing short of blackmail, I had to go along with it “ ok come over around seven” I said reluctantly “brilliant” he replied “I can’t wait to see your impressive transformation up close and personal” he gave me a wink and the thumbs up then wandered off into his house.

Later that evening I stood studying myself in the bathroom mirror once more, no stone was left unturned in my efforts to feminise and to become desirable, if anything I had made even more of an effort to get the look just right which was slightly confusing seeing as I was doing this under duress. My make up like the night before was dark, alluring and gothic and my pretty features were framed by my favourite long dark wig. My black silk minidress left nothing to the imagination, it was strapless revealing my bare shoulders and it clung tightly to my slim frame. My pert nipples strained against its fabric giving the illusion of small bud like breasts and my firm little derriere was barely covered by its ultra-short length. My long smooth shapely bare legs had appealing feminine contours accentuated further by the wearing of six inch strappy high heels which showed off my small pretty feet and crimson painted toes. A little dab of perfume on my neck and the transformation was complete.

At seven o’clock on the dot Dave was at my front door ringing the bell, I walked into the hallway took a deep breath and opened the door. Dave stood in the doorway, his hulking frame blocking the light casting a shadow on me as I waited nervously for him to enter. “Good evening” he said cheerily as I ushered him in to the hallway, I quickly closed the door and gestured for him to enter the living room, I followed him in and was greeted with a shrill wolf whistle. “I’ve got to say” he said as he looked me up and down “you look stunning, absolutely divine” a wave of embarrassment washed over me as I managed a quiet thank you in reply. “Take a seat and I’ll fix us some drinks, Jack Daniels alright for you?” I enquired. Dave sat down on the sofa and nodded “sounds good, easy on the coke though” I managed a smile and headed for the kitchen. I could feel his eyes upon me as I walked the length of the living room, my six inch heels caused me to sashay along like a model on a catwalk. There was pronounced lateral hip movement as I walked, the rise and fall of my butt cheeks were under his intense scrutiny as were the muscular contours of my shapely legs which subtly shifted as I transferred weight from one foot to the other.

I returned to the living room with the drinks and set them down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, this action required me to bend over causing my minidress to ride up over my thighs offering a tantalising glimpse of my skimpy thong and bare behind. I knew this would happen but to my surprise I didn’t care, in fact I enjoyed the moment knowing full well that Dave was looking up my dress. I took my place on the sofa next to him and nervously sipped my drink, I felt so small and vulnerable sat next to this huge muscular black man but after half an hour of chatting and joking Dave managed to put me at my ease and I almost forgot the underhand techniques he had employed to be here. He was very attentive and good company, I found myself warming to him and he obviously liked me judging by the lingering looks he was giving me, if eyes could undress people then I would’ve been totally naked for sure. The drinks flowed and the conversation developed a sexual undertone as we discussed T-girls and their admirers, I confessed to having had intimate encounters with other men before I was married, a fact that seemed to greatly interest Dave. “So you don’t miss getting physical with men” he asked intently, “no I don’t” I replied. I was lying but I wasn’t going to tell Dave that, taking into account his penchant for blackmail.

I was feeling slightly uneasy about his line of enquiry and so made my excuses and headed for a strategic bathroom visit. I pondered on the evening so far, I couldn’t believe I was sat dressed up in my living room with a complete stranger who obviously had a sexual attraction to transvestites. The way things were heading I was almost resigned to performing a sexual act upon him, he was going to ask and if I said no he would threaten to spill the beans to my wife. It was almost inevitable and to be honest I found myself getting aroused just thinking about it, dressed to kill on my knees sucking a big black cock to completion. I shook my head trying to rid my mind of the image as I exited the bathroom and headed back downstairs.

I entered the living room and the sight that greeted me stopped me dead in my tracks. Dave stood in the middle of the room totally naked in a state of some arousal, his hulking muscular frame exuded a powerful raw masculinity that literally took my breath away. His dark skin tone seemed to suck in the light, the darkest of browns that in places had an almost plum purple hue. His huge biceps flexed and moved with a life of their own, enormous pectorals bulged on his broad impressive chest causing his large jet black erect nipples to grow and twitch. His super defined six pack looked as if it was carved from granite, a testimony to years of hard conditioning in the gym. I was transfixed by what lay between his unbelievably large legs, an enormous rock hard black cock that twitched and swayed like a deadly cobra about to attack its unsuspecting prey. It was at least ten inches long and incredibly thick with a massive bulbous helmet already glistening with his juices, pulsing veins snaked along the entire length of its meaty shaft which was quite literally black in its colouration. Beneath this monster hung a pair of huge heavy balls reminiscent of a prize bulls, full to bursting point with potent Nubian seed.

A moment before I was willing albeit begrudgingly to give him a blow job, get it over and done with then insist that he left. But now the dynamic had changed, I was enthralled, becoming increasingly consumed by desire. I could literally feel my masculinity being cast aside, rapidly being replaced with submissive femininity as my mind body and soul prepared for sexual surrender. My pulse began to race as I pulled my minidress down over my nipples, I worked it over my hips with a seductive little shimmy and let it drop to my feet, I carefully stepped out of it and stood tall and proud in just a thong and killer heels.

I walked slowly and seductively towards him fixing him with a purposeful stare, my heart hammered in my chest and adrenalin coursed through my veins sending me on a lust fuelled high. My nipples stiffened and popped from my chest and seemed to become larger and more sensitive with every passing second. I stood before him and placed my hands on his huge chest, I moved forward and widened my stance to allow his raging black cock to slide between my legs. Dave seemed a little shocked by my forthright behaviour “I didn’t expect you to be up for this if I’m honest” he said with a nervous laugh “I wouldn’t really have told your wife, I mean I’m with someone, I’m engaged and really I shouldn’t be…” I placed my fore finger to his lips to silence him. “If we’re going to have a secret” I whispered “then we should have one worth keeping honey” he hesitated for a second then kissed me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Dave gripped and parted my arse cheeks and slid aside my thong allowing his thick cock shaft to slide up and down against my intimate opening, his cock flesh rubbed against my anus driving me wild as a burning friction was created.

I broke free from our passionate kissing and stood for a second, eyes closed shuddering with lust “I want you to fuck me” I whispered “I want you to fuck my tight white pussy hard” The words were spoken with no thought and no shame, an instinctive verbal response to the situation I found myself in, a natural reaction to the massive black cock that continued to slide between my legs. “Oh yes” Dave moaned “I’m gonna fuck you senseless you dirty white whore” I moved backwards and dropped to my knees in an apparent act of worship. Possessed by a new found faith I raised my head to the heavens and stared into the weeping dark eye of my new god. Dave’s thick black cock loomed over me, rhythmically jerking as blood pumped hard through its veins. I let his glorious appendage rest on my head as I began to suck and gobble on the huge full testicles that hung at its base. I feasted on his textured black ball sac and sucked each delicious chocolate nut lovingly into my mouth where it was unhurriedly tasted and savoured. I ran my tongue up and down his thick ten inch shaft licking every millimetre of its hot hard surface, I flicked my tongue around the ridge of his huge mushroom like cock head teasing this black monster into a state of frenzy. I raised myself slightly and gripped Dave’s impressive girth with my right hand causing his bulbous black knob to bulge and leak pre-cum inches from my face.        

I began flicking my tongue over the surface of Dave’s glistening helmet tasting his juices for the first time, I lowered my head and took his huge jerking cock into my mouth. His thick girth stretched my lips obscenely wide and my jaw felt somewhat unhinged as I began to suck on his rock hard appendage. The tip of his cock was at the back of my throat and I had to struggle to control my gag reflex as I began to suck him off. I squeezed his huge balls, fondling those firm black orbs as I endeavoured to suck out the precious seed that lay within, I had built up a steady rhythm of sucking and tugging reminiscent of a seasoned porn star which was causing Dave to moan and breathe hard. Saliva began to drip and hang crazily from my chin as I continued the frenzied oral assault, his hard, slick, black cock felt so hot against my lips and the feeling of deformity as his huge thick cock tore my mouth wide open was bringing me close to orgasm. My efforts were abruptly halted as Dave held my head and withdrew his twitching monster “Oh my god” he exclaimed “you’re good, I’m too close to cumming and I don’t want to do that just yet” I stared up at him with eyes full of lustful fury, licking a combination of cum, saliva and lipstick from my stretched lips. Dave helped me up and guided me on to the sofa where I was told to get on all fours and raise my sweet derriere to the sky.

The sound of tearing fabric signalled the removal of my thong as Dave literally ripped it from my body. I felt a sharp stinging pain as Dave administered a powerful slap to my rear end, my leaking limp dick hung below me quivering meekly in a state of flaccid submission. I turned my head to see Dave drop to his knees, his face was full of carnal desire as he gripped and parted my arse cheeks, he buried his head between them and began feasting on my hot willing T-pussy. He licked and sucked on my anus until eventually he entered my intimate hole with his tongue, a wave of pleasure washed over me as he pushed further inside, exploring my love tunnel, tasting my sexual core which brought about my first shuddering orgasm. My semi erect cock exploded firing out bursts of semen, the torrent came in pulses coinciding with the rhythmic movement of the tongue which was probing deep in my hole. Dave continued to eat me out until he was satisfied that he had tasted every extreme millimetre of my tight tranny love hole. He withdrew and got to his feet where he stood for a moment mentally preparing for the next act of debauchery.

Dave positioned himself behind me and playfully slapped my arse cheeks with his muscular cock before introducing it to my wet wanton hole. His huge bulbous knob probed away at my tight anus, pushing against the seemingly unyielding entrance until eventually it was breached. His mushroom cock head stretched me wide as he entered me, paving the way for the rest of his rock hard length. There was no respite during this insertion, the girth at the base of his cock was even wider than his helmet and my rear end felt on fire as my obscenely stretched anus struggled to accommodate such an enormous intrusion. Dave gripped my hips and began to thrust back and forth building up a steady rhythm, I was being turned inside out as the perimeter of my intimate opening was stretched and pulled outwards with every backward stroke. With every forward thrust came a mind blowing connection with my prostate gland as my anal cavity was filled to bursting point by thick black cock. The intensity of the penetration increased as Dave started to slam his cock in deep and fast, grinding his body against mine rocking me violently forward with every thrust. My eyes rolled back in their sockets and my mouth gaped open like a cheap blow up doll as powerful waves of pleasure washed over me, being fucked hard like a slut by a hung black muscle stud was the most exquisite sexual feeling I had ever experienced.

Dave’s balls slapped furiously against my undercarriage as he picked up the pace even further, I felt as though I would pass out as multiple orgasms wracked my body. Deeply driven powerful strokes frenetically delivered by his muscular rump and a well-oiled pelvic action had me in raptures, the intense pleasure and the taboo nature of the situation was like a mind altering drug, a glorious lust fuelled high that I prayed would never end. The brutal fucking continued until inevitably a climax was reached, I felt Dave tense up and his breathing became laboured “I’m gonna cum” he panted. Without thinking I turned and looked up at him “shoot your load on my fucking face and down my throat” he didn’t need telling twice, Dave withdrew his engorged black member from my gaping love hole and I quickly spun around to meet it. One or two helpful strokes was all that was needed to release the torrent, Dave let out a loud primal scream which signalled the start of his ejaculation.

 Dave’s raging cock exploded, firing powerful jets of hot cum all over my face drenching me in an instant. I parted my lips and took his erupting black knob into my mouth where he deposited an obscene amount of thick sticky semen. I was swallowing fast and hard in order to keep up with the never ending deluge, hungrily drinking down his juices trying to satisfy my new found insatiable appetite for spunk. I could feel his cum settling in my stomach, filling me up with his liquid life force which thrived for the briefest of moments inside of me, corrupting my Caucasian core with potent Nubian seed. I sucked hard on Dave’s rapidly shrinking penis, draining his balls of every last precious drop until finally he was spent and I let his flaccid black cock fall from my lips. He sighed heavily as he collapsed on the sofa beside me “damn” he exclaimed “you love that black cock dont’cha honey?” I flashed him a devilish smile and theatrically licked his cum from my lips “Hmmm I do now daddy” I said as I wiped warm sticky semen from my face and rubbed it into my nipples.

After freshening up and sharing a coffee with me it was time for Dave to leave, I saw him to the door and we stood in the hallway saying our goodbyes. I was still naked apart from my killer heels and I was quite proud of the fact that I could still walk considering the pounding I had just taken. My anus was like a yawning cavern and if the truth be told my legs were quivering somewhat, no doubt weakened by the big black cock experience. “I hope you’ll be happy in your new home” I said as we embraced and kissed each other on the cheek, Dave laughed “well the neighbours seem friendly enough that’s for sure” I gave him a wink and opened the front door. I watched him walk down the path and bid him farewell “see you soon I hope, I have one or two plumbing issues I’m going to need a hand with” I said cheekily “no problem” he replied “that’s what neighbours are for and I’m sure I’ve got the correct tools for the job” we both laughed and promised to meet up soon. I shut the door and stood for a moment in contemplation thinking of the old adage: once you go black you never go back? I smiled and nodded, no truer words have ever been spoken.