Stag Night (Alexs POV)

One week until the wedding.

Tonight was my stag night. Damien had organized everything. He told me it would be a “low-key guys’ night” to celebrate my last week as a single man. Just a few drinks, maybe a club. I was nervous but excited or at least I tried to be.

Sylvie kissed me goodbye sweetly before I left. “Have fun, babe. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she teased.

We started at a upscale bar. Damien, a couple of his friends (all big, confident black guys), and me. They kept buying rounds. Strong drinks. I tried to keep up, but the **** hit me fast especially on top of the protein shakes I’d been drinking daily.

After a few hours, everything started feeling hazy and warm. My body felt softer than

ever.

My chest tingled. My mind felt… fuzzy.

Feminine.

At some point we ended up at a private club Damien knew. The lights were low. The music was heavy. I remember laughing, then feeling strange. Then… nothing.

Deep inside me, a soft, eager, feminine persona I had been suppressing took complete control. She called herself Lexie.

Lexie felt incredible.

For the first time, my body felt right. The hormones had made my skin so soft and sensitive. My puffy nipples tingled with every touch. My rounder ass felt perfect for grabbing. My tiny caged nub leaked helplessly between my legs as waves of submissive pleasure washed over me.

Lexie loved BBC.

She craved it with every fiber of her

being.

In the private back room of the club, Lexie dropped to her knees the moment a thick black cock was presented to her. She moaned like a **** slut as she worshipped it kissing, licking, slobbering all over the veiny shaft. The taste was addictive. The musky, masculine scent made her head spin with lust. She looked up with watery, adoring eyes as the man fucked her throat, gagging happily and begging for more with every thrust.

“Thank you… I love black cock so much…” she whimpered between breaths.

Later, bent over a couch, Lexie moaned loudly and pushed back eagerly as a massive black cock stretched her tight ass. The fullness was euphoric. Every deep thrust sent sparks of pleasure through her body. She came hands-free multiple times, her tiny caged nub dripping pathetically while she screamed in pure bliss.

“I love being fucked by superior black cock!” she cried out, completely lost in ecstasy.

The final stop was the glory hole room.

Lexie knelt in the small booth, face pressed against the wall, mouth open like an eager cum dump. Cock after thick black cock slid through the holes. She serviced them all with total devotion sucking, deepthroating, licking balls, swallowing load after heavy load. Cum covered her face, dripped down her chin onto her soft chest, and ran down her thighs. She was in heaven.

She loved the feeling of being used. Of being a worthless white fucktoy for superior black men. Every load she swallowed made her feel more complete.

Before the night ended, Damien took Lexie to the tattoo parlor. Still high on cum and lust, she happily got a new tattoo right above her ass, just above her tramp stamp: “Fuck Slut”

She giggled and moaned as the needle buzzed, loving how it marked her true nature.

The Next Morning

I woke up in my own bed with a pounding headache and no memory of most of the

night.

My body ached all over. My throat felt raw. My ass was sore and strangely slick. When I shifted, I felt a dull throbbing pain just above my ass. I reached back and winced as my fingers brushed over fresh, raised skin a new tattoo I didn’t remember getting.

I stumbled to the mirror and turned around.

Above my ass, in bold, slutty lettering, was a new tattoo: “Fuck Slut”

My heart raced. I had no idea how it got there. I had no memory of the night after the bar. Panic and confusion flooded me… but underneath it was a strange, warm, submissive feeling I couldn’t explain.

Damien was in the kitchen when I went downstairs, looking fresh and relaxed.

“Morning, bro,” he said with a knowing grin. “Wild night, huh?”

I swallowed hard, still trying to process everything.

Sylvie came over and kissed my cheek sweetly. “How was your stag night, babe?”

I **** a weak smile.

“I… don’t really remember much.”

One week until the wedding.

And I had a new “Fuck Slut” tattoo permanently inked above my ass.