[m4M] Feminized By My Wife!

The leather of Sarah's car seat felt cool against my bare thighs as she pulled up to a sleek, industrial loft downtown. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. "He's expecting you," she said, her voice a low, excited murmur. She'd been planning this for weeks, ever since I tearfully admitted I was gay. Instead of leaving me, she'd put me on hormones, bought me a wardrobe, and transformed me into her own personal project. "Remember, he's a fashion photographer I know. I told him you're an aspiring model, eager for a test shoot." She'd started calling me Hailey, said I looked like her. I smoothed down the front of the cute white dress she'd picked out, the fabric tight against the new, sensitive curves of my chest. My cock was tucked securely between my thick thighs, hidden by a pair of simple white panties. "He's very direct, Hailey," she added, giving my hand a squeeze. "He'll tell you exactly what he wants." With a final, wicked grin, she shooed me out of the car. "Go get your experience, sweetie."

The man who opened the door was a towering presence, a tall, strong black man with an intense gaze that seemed to strip me bare on the spot. He was nothing like the awkward men I'd been fantasizing about. "Hailey," he said, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that sent a shiver down my spine. "I'm Marcus. Sarah wasn't exaggerating." He didn't step aside to let me in, just stood there, his eyes slowly, deliberately raking over my body, from the blonde hair falling over my shoulders, down the tight white dress, to the impossibly high white heels that made my legs feel long and shapely. "Come in. Let's see what you've got." His confidence was overwhelming, and my own fledgling boldness evaporated, replaced by a nervous flutter. I was no longer in charge; I was the one being evaluated.

His loft was a vast, open space, with one section set up with lights, a backdrop, and a camera on a tripod. He didn't offer me a drink. He just pointed to the set. "Stand there. Let me look at you." I obeyed, my movements clumsy in the towering heels. He circled me like a predator, his presence filling the room. "Good bone structure," he murmured, his fingers tracing my jawline. "Soft. But you're tense. Relax your shoulders." His touch was electric, and I felt a jolt of arousal that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Sarah said you were... eager to learn," he said, his voice dropping a little. "Eager to please. Is that right?" I could only nod, my mouth suddenly dry. He stepped closer, his body heat radiating against me. "Good. Because I like my models to be... very cooperative."

He didn't waste any time. His hands were on my waist, pulling me against him, his mouth claiming mine in a dominant, possessive kiss that left me breathless. I melted against him, my hands fumbling at the buttons of his shirt. He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. I sank to the floor, the dress pooling around me, my hands reaching for his belt. I freed his thick, heavy cock, my eyes widening at its size. I looked up at him, and he just smirked, a hand tangling in my hair. "Show me what you can do, Hailey." I took him into my mouth, my enthusiasm surpassing my skill, but he seemed to enjoy my eagerness. After a few moments, he pulled me to my feet and led me towards the large bed in the corner of the loft.

He pushed me down onto the mattress, his hands hooking under my dress and tugging my panties down. He paused, his eyes fixing on my tucked cock. "Well now," he said, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. "Sarah didn't mention that." A wave of panic washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by shock as he reached down and, with surprising gentleness, freed my hardening cock from its hiding place. "A surprise," he murmured, his thumb stroking the head, making me gasp. He wasn't repulsed. He was intrigued. And still very much in charge. "I like surprises," he growled, positioning himself between my legs. "But right now, this," he said, giving my cock a firm squeeze, "is just an accessory. I'm here to fuck the model." And with that, he lined himself up and thrust into me, a guttural groan escaping his lips as my body stretched to accommodate him. The surprise on his face had melted into raw, primal hunger, and I knew I was in for the experience of a lifetime.

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Everyone in this RP is 18+.

Hey there! Looking for long term writers! Would love to include unrealistic aspects of transformation if you’re into that. Let me know your thoughts and if you have any ideas!

Kinks: cumplay, sexy outfits, domination, feminization transformation, cuddling, frotting, blowjobs, hyperspermia, transformation, footplay, relentless libido, public play, sex tapes, prostate massages, chastity, high heel cum jobs, prostate milking, aftercare, toys, rimming, cross dressing, facials…

Limits: feces, blood, sounding