Macho Stud and Male Whore

I lay on my back, legs spread wide, looking him straight in the eyes. He tucked his arms under my legs, firmly grabbed my buttocks, and roughly thrust deep inside me. I screamed from pain and pleasure. He was fiercely driving into me as if his life depended on it, and I thought I would faint from the endless pleasure he was giving me. Through the haze, I heard him sobbing, repeating: - I've wanted this for so long - and felt him climaxing inside me.

The sound of the shower from the bathroom woke me up. I stretched comfortably on the bed and saw a beautifully wrapped box beside me with a card tucked under one of the ribbons. I took it out and read:
- Happy anniversary, my love - it was written in his characteristic handwriting.

I smiled and excitedly opened the box. A beautiful pearl necklace lay on a red, silk, one-piece set of panties and a bra. I was so overwhelmed with emotions that I almost cried. I took the necklace and the body and pressed them against both sides of my face. Memories flooded in, and I thought of that beautiful day exactly five years ago.

I had long and carefully hidden my secret, and it was not easy at all when you share an apartment with a macho guy who proves his masculinity by changing girlfriends every week and very explicitly expresses his homophobia. But today I was sure. Just this morning he left for home where he would spend the whole weekend working on his thesis. I sat on the bed in black lace panties and a bra, with a long blue, curly wig, carefully applying makeup. I enjoyed those moments of my own transformation. Suddenly, I felt deep in my stomach that I was not alone in the room. The hand holding the mascara froze, and I turned around in fear. He was standing in the doorway, looking at me with rage in his eyes.

- How long have you been standing there? - I stammered, confused.
He didn't answer. His gaze continued to pierce me. He suddenly dropped his pants and shouted angrily:
- Is this what you want?

I was mesmerized, staring at his huge, beautiful cock, standing proudly, hard as a rock. In an instant, everything became clear to me. He was actually angry at himself. I knew what I had to do. Now or never, I thought and slowly moved towards him. I gently wrapped my hand around his big, hard balls and lowered my head towards the beautiful purple tip that was eagerly pulsating. I carefully licked it to feel it, then covered it with my lips and took it deep into my throat. His whole body shuddered.

- Suck it for me, suck it, you faggot whore - he grunted, holding my hair tightly, and I was infinitely enjoying his masculinity.
This magnificent cock in my mouth and the balls in my palm were the center of my universe at that moment. Everything else ceased to exist. I felt his body tightening more and more, and just when I thought he was about to climax, he grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up.
- If you want to be a woman, then I’ll fuck you like a woman - he said angrily, tearing off my panties and bra, and pushing me onto the bed.

I lay on my back, legs spread wide, looking him straight in the eyes. He tucked his arms under my legs, firmly grabbed my buttocks, and roughly thrust deep inside me. I screamed from pain and pleasure. He was fiercely driving into me as if his life depended on it, and I thought I would faint from the endless pleasure he was giving me. Through the haze, I heard him sobbing, repeating:
- I've wanted this for so long - and felt him climaxing inside me.

It overwhelmed me, and a stream of hot sperm shot onto my stomach. I had never climaxed like that before. He pulled out of me and, still sobbing, buried his head in my lap.
- Cry, cry. Just cry it all out and everything will be okay - I whispered soothingly to him, gently stroking his hair.
I patiently waited for him to calm down completely, then gently kissed him and said:
- Let's go take a shower now, and then I'll prepare something nice for dinner.

My life gained a new meaning...
And today, five years later, as I watch him come out of the bathroom naked and beautiful, I feel the same excitement as back then.

I am really looking forward to today. I look forward to the moment when he will peek into the briefcase and discover my gift. I walked all over the city until I found a beautiful writing set with two leather folders, a fountain pen, and a pencil on which I had his initials engraved. I look forward to having a free day today, so I can peacefully prepare those dishes and choose those wines that he loves the most, and I am most excited about the moment when we, united in love and passion, end up in bed. He as my macho stud, me as his little, lustful male whore.