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Trapped Sissy by Throne
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By THRONE
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by Throne
There was a knock at my apartment door. I hoped it was Shawna. I hadn't seen her for a few days and I was really eager for sex. It was all I could think about. Well, that and my little secret. But she didn't know anything about my private collection of panties, stockings, and other dress-up attire. I figured it didn't hurt that I continued with my occasional hobby, even though she and I were now engaged. And later on I could figure out some way to deal with it. Of course, I would have to be careful. The one thing Shawna would never tolerate was dishonesty. If she found out I hadn't shared my predilection with her, that she was marrying a closet sissy, that would be the end of our relationship.
I tugged down my sweater vest and straightened the collars on my designer shirt. As I went by the wall mirror I checked my hair, which fell over the tops of my ears. Yes, I was looking flawless and ready for love. It would be a relief to get rid of the pressure in my balls. But as I swung open the door, a broad smile on my face, I got an unwelcome surprise. I had to turn my eyes up to look directly at Leon, the tall muscular Black man who did maintenance for the three buildings in the complex where I lived.
He gave me a toothy grin and said, "Hey, Danny, how's it hanging? Mind if I step inside?"
Before I could respond he had eased past me and was in my apartment. In a no-nonsense tone he told me to shut the door. Numb with surprise, I did as he ordered. By then he was striding across the room and plopping down on the couch.
"Come here," he told me, patting a spot alongside him. "Don't be afraid. Do you think the big Black man is going to hurt you?"
"What? No. It's just..." I shook my head, finally recovering. "Is there something you need to talk to me about, Leon?"
"Yeah, there kind of is. I've been having this problem with my phone." He took a smartphone from the copious pocket of his denim overalls and held it up, the screen facing toward me. "I keep getting these real strange pictures showing up. And I know you got that good paying job doing all kinds of tech shit. So I figured, hey, my buddy Danny can put this right for me, just like 'snap'. Am I right?"
"Well..." I wasn't happy but it didn't sound like a big deal. I'd probably just be sending him back to his provider. "Sure."
I went over and sat next to him, feeling dwarfed by the sheer bulk of that wide-shouldered, barrel-chested, thick-bicepped figure. I could even smell a musky sweaty scent he exuded. When I put out my hand for the phone he held up a staying finger.
"Just let me show you one of those pictures I was saying about."
He hit a button and my heart stopped. It was a picture of me, in panties, garter belt and stockings, posing in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom. I had on plenty of eye make-up, blush, and lipstick. But I was still recognizable, even with my hair brushed into fullness and sprayed to keep it that way. I recognized the look I'd given myself the previous weekend, when Shawna was away at her Mom's for a few days. It had been so luxurious to be able to fully inhabit my Danette persona, to be girly and flounce around, and to relish some of my favorite writers at the on-line site, Fiction Maniacs.
"But... but..." My mouth was moving and yet I couldn't get past one word. Finally I was able to ask, "How did you get that picture?"
"Same way I got about three dozen more over the last couple weeks. The details ain't important, Danny boy. Or should I call you what I heard you calling yourself when you was dressed like a convict's dream punk? Yeah, how about I just call you Danette." He put his big hand on my soft thigh and squeezed it through my slacks.
"Look, I don't know what you think you're doing..."
That was as far as I got before he moved to the next shot. It was me again, in the same outfit, toying with my nipples. There was a bump in the front of my panties. And even a small wet spot.
"Damn," he marveled. "Ain't hardly nothing in them pretty pink undies, now is there? You really that small down there, Danette? Maybe we should take a look."
"You can't say that. This is my apartment and I..."
He moved to the next picture. It was me once more, now sitting in front of my computer, with my hard dick in my hand, obviously masturbating. I recalled that I had been reading a story titled CAPTIVE OF THE LESBIAN AMAZONS, by that erratic but sometimes interesting author, Thorn. Or Throat. Some semi-clever pen name like that.
"Whoa," Leon said, pulling back his head as if in surprise. "That really is a tiny one between them smooth white thighs. And it looks like you shave off what little bit a hair you got on your body."
"That's... I started doing that when I was thinking of trying out for the school swim team. It felt good so I kept doing it. That's all. You can even ask my girlfriend Sh... Shhhh."
Oh crap. I had gotten upset and almost let slip her name. His hand moved higher on my thigh.
He wanted to know, "Her name's Shawna, ain't it? I heard you talking to her a couple times. Good looking girl. That long blond hair and pale skin. Kind of slim but with a good big set of jugs. Heh. Are they all natural?"
"Of course they are," I blurted out. Then, catching myself, I told him, "Listen, if you're trying blackmail, it could be a bigger risk for you than for me."
With his hand still on my leg, he widened his eyes and said, "I am so scared. What do you think could happen to me, Dan-ette? Like maybe Shawna would beat me up after I show them to her?"
"What? You can't... You wouldn't..."
"I can and I would, sissy. How do you think she'd act when that happened?"
"Shawna would dump me in a second. She wouldn't understand about me liking to... you know... dress up. And she might be even more angry that I was hiding it from her."
"Girl don't like being lied to?"
My narrow shoulders slumped. "No. If I lost her it would be like losing everything."
"Well, you better not tell me that, loser. Else I could use it against you."
"I..." In my confused distress I had said way too much. I sat there shaking my head, desperately searching for a way out.
"But I think I got a solution," Leon offered cheerily, as if we were discussing something mundane, rather than my future happiness. "Cause I seen some of the other good stuff you like to drool over on your computer and on that tablet of yours."
He flicked to the next image on his phone. I was in bed, on top of the sheets, looking at my tablet. The shot had been taken over my shoulder, through the window, and clearly showed the action on the screen. It was from one of the interracial sissy sites I had joined, with art by a talented guy called Levin Licky. What I had been looking at was a drawing of a tall, well developed Black man standing in front of a kneeling sissy. The man had a whopping huge erection which the sissy was holding with both his small hands, while the bulbous head was aimed at his open mouth.
"Just look at that," Leon said slowly, as if pointing out the obvious to someone who was slow to understand. "Get it? That could be me and you. We could hook up just one time and then I would owe you, so I wouldn't have to show all them pictures to that hot piece of ass you're dating. How about that?"
"But... I'm not gay."
"You know, Danette, those are just words. Gay, sissy, cocksucker. See what I mean? Now we both know you like to dress up like a pansy. And that you tug your baby dick while getting all bug-eyed looking at them cartoon pictures. Plus, that you really don't want your girlfriend to see what I got on my phone. If we don't come to some solution, faggot, you ain't never going to get your hands on them big round titties again. Ain't never going to stick your miniature dick in her sweet pussy no more. And I'm just saying, with how small your pecker is, I don't see you having much chance to lead another girl that dee-sire-able into your bedroom. You might get some fatties and uglies, and probably end up married to one of them. So there's your choice. Get busy with my meat, or end up lonely and then later on hitched to some cow. And whoever you get, she probably smell bad."
"I... maybe we could..."
His wide hand enclosed my genitals. "Maybe you could get into your pretty Danette outfit, put on some make-up, and we could work out the details after that. Hell, you could even put some IR porn on your computer to help you get into the mood."
In a daze, I mumbled my agreement. What else could I do? I told myself that an hour from then it would all be over, no one would have to know, and I would be free to see Shawna, just like always. He moved his hand away and I got up. Leon stood too. He was so much taller than me. I felt like... well... like a helpless girl. As I moved toward the bedroom he followed me.
"I'll just stick with you. See how you turn yourself from a wimpy guy into a sexy sissy." He chuckled. "And use plenty of lipstick. Like draw around your mouth with... what do you pansies call it...?"
"Lip liner?"
"Yeah. That. Make your kisser look real big. Then color it in with your favorite red or pink or whatever. And cover that up with some of that shiny crap. You got that in your stash?"
"In my...?"
"In them cosmetics you hide away somewhere so Shawna don't see them."
"Shiny? You mean gloss. Yes, I have that."
"Well then, get to getting." He laughed and smacked me on the bottom. "Too slow and I might have to put you over my knee for a good hard spanking."
I hurried to the closet, moved aside my hanging shirts and pulled out a flat rectangular box that I had marked TERM PAPERS. When I set it on the bed and removed the lid, however, it was full of feminine lingerie and related items. I started to undress and then halted, to give Leon a questioning look.
He told me, "That's right, Danette. I'm going to stay right here and watch the show. I'll sit on the side of bed so you can put your whole mind on doing what you do. Come on, girl. Showtime."
Surrendering to the circumstances, I pulled my sweater off over my head, unbuttoned and removed my shirt, stepped out of my slip-on shoes, and removed my pants. As I stood there in just my jockey shorts, Leon smirked at my appearance.
He swore softly. "Even when you a boy you part-girl. Look at you all over, with no hair nowhere. And them shorts, what color is that?"
"It's... powder blue."
"More like queer-ass blue." He guffawed. "Peel them down. Let's see the goods."
I felt my face grow warm and knew I was blushing. As I wriggled the snug shorts down my hairless legs I could sense Leon's eyes all over me. Because I had foolishly stood too close to him, he was able to reach out and pat my bottom. His hand strayed down the back of my thigh. Then his other hand went to my crotch so he could fondle my penis and scrotum. I gasped and then moaned. In spite of myself I began to get hard. He chuckled and rubbed my small dick a few times, bringing it up to its greatest length, which was around four inches.
He said, "Don't tell me you ain't liking this. Look at that itty bitty thing standing up. You're getting me turned on." He pinched my bottom, making me yelp. "I love how you feel like a girl everywhere I touch. Step lively, bite-size. I want to see you all dolled up."
From long practice I was able to quickly dress myself. He told me to skip the panties, so all I put on was a garter belt and stockings. Then, either to keep him happy or else out of habit, I took an elastic choker and put it around my neck. Everything I had on was pink. Without further command, I went to my dresser, opened the bottom drawer, and retrieved my hidden make-up kit. Soon I had on blue eyeshadow, liner, and false lashes. Some rouge brightened up my cheeks. Remembering his demands, I drew a full outline around my mouth, filled it in with red nearest the outside and pink toward the inside. Finally I covered everything with glistening gloss.
He gave me a raised thumb to signify approval and added, "Nice job, Danette. Now your mouth look like a wet pussy."
I cringed a bit inwardly but not as much as I would have expected. At least, while I was dressing and making-up, I had some control over the situation. Then I got busy with my hair, teasing it and using some product to hold it up in the front and back on the sides.
"That's what I'm talking about," he said, giving me a salacious look. Unexpectedly, he asked, "Is that your phone I hear?"
When I glanced toward my dresser his eyes followed mine and we both saw the phone just sitting there. Rushing me along, he said he must have been mistaken and then caught my wrist in an unbreakable grip. Again I had a feeling of deep vulnerability.
"Now sit next to me, like we did in the other room."
As I dropped down he snuck his hand under me, so that I sat directly on it. He laughed and pawed my ass. I took a deep breath but then he got his other hand on my bare thigh and held it there while I calmed down somewhat. Leon resumed handling my bare rump, commenting on how soft and smooth it was. Without meaning to, I wriggled atop his hand. The other one moved up and toyed with one of my nipples. I sighed and let my head fall back. He was controlling me with expert moves. Suddenly he was nuzzling my neck and nibbling it. I groaned from unwanted stimulation and melted under his efforts. Using the hand on my bottom and switching the other to my slim upper arm, he brought me around and down, so that I found myself kneeling between his parted knees.
"Guess we won't need to watch no porn after all," he mused. "Gone to make our own."
Leon slid off the shoulder straps of his overalls and stood briefly, so that the two of us could get them all the way down. I got him out of his heavy work shoes so I could also pull his pantlegs over his large feet. He removed his T-shirt and all that was left was his boxer shorts, which were long and baggy enough to give no clue as to the size of what they hid. I worked them down in the back, unable to keep from feeling his sleek dark skin and the muscles shifting under it. Then I manipulated the underwear over his hips and past his knees. I was gaping at the biggest cock I had ever seen. My mouth hung open. When I realized what that reaction might look like, I snapped my jaws shut. But I was still being confronted by an organ that was around ten inches long, very thick, even though not hard.
He told me, "Hell of a lot bigger than that joke you got between your legs. Ain't that right, Danette?"
In a strained whisper I said, "Yes it is." Mimicking the sissies in those videos I sometimes watched -- honestly not that often, I tried to tell myself -- I expanded my answer to, "Yes it is, Sir." My voice grew more girlish, like when I was in full Danette mode. "It's huge, Sir." There was even a hint of flirtatiousness as I concluded, "It's gorgeous. So handsome."
"That's what I want to hear, baby girl. Now get it stiff for your Daddy."
Like the sissy in that drawing by Levin Licky, I wrapped the fingers of both hands around the fat root of his tool, so close to his body that I felt the tight black hair growing around it. I couldn't help inhaling his masculine musk, which had a heady effect on me. My fingers appeared so small on that impressive length of man-meat as I slowly stroked it. Before my eyes it expanded, more and more, until it was over a foot long. I licked my lips, attributing the action to nervousness.
"Well," Leon said with a note of impatience. "That big Black cock ain't going to suck itself. Show me what that sissy mouth can do, Danette. Show me what you've been wanting to do for a long time, girl. Let's go, Danette white girl."
As if in a trance I parted my lips wide and brought my face closer to his rampant shaft. I got the knob into my mouth and couldn't believe how much it filled me. My tongue came to life without conscious thought and began to run up and down the underside of the helmet. Leon growled and put his hands lightly on the sides of my head. If there had been any chance of backing out before, it was now gone. What was I doing? Was I making a sacrifice to save my relationship with Shawna? Or fulfilling a secret dream I had thought about often but never expected to realize? Sucking hard on the fat cock-end, I ran my hands lovingly up and down the enviable 12 inches, slowly, not wanting the scene to be over too soon. What was happening to me? My fingers found his balls and massaged them tenderly as my mouth took in several more inches, until he was about to enter my throat. In the past I had sometimes had a few drinks and then played with an oversized Black dildo, training myself to get past the gag reflex. That practice served me well as I took in more and more of Leon's king-size weapon, until his warm sac was resting against my smooth chin.
"That's right, girl," he encouraged. "Take the whole blacksnake. Damn. I've had skanks who couldn't swallow all that. You are a real hoe, Danette."
I drew back my head, letting his slick stick slip almost free before I caught the dark plum between my colorful lips and sucked powerfully, at the same time swirling my tongue around the wide corona. I gave him plenty of deep-throating but never enough to make him spurt. Why wasn't I getting this over with? Was it just to make sure he was satisfied? Or for some other, less easy to admit reason?
Leon spat out a few choice obscenities. He told me, "I am going to bust my nut, girl. I am going to empty my balls. Get it so just the head is in your mouth. I know you want to taste every drop. Make me shoot my cream, bitch."
He gripped my ears and began to pump my head up and down on his cock, then stopped with just the business end inside me. I sucked hard and used my two-handed stroking with vigor. Leon grunted, his muscles tensed, and all at once he was unloading all over the roof of my well-used mouth, coating my tongue with his salty spunk, and blasting out so much that it pooled in the bottom of my mouth and then overflowed down my throat. Some even leaked out of the corners of my still busy mouth. I didn't stop until I sensed him being well past his peak, his immense cock at last softening somewhat. I refused to free it until I was certain it had been thoroughly milked dry. Only to assure his approval. Not because I wanted to.
The powerful Black man let himself fall back onto the sheets, his legs still over the side of my bed, his feet on the floor. I snuggled my cheek against his flaccid but still enviable cock. My lips pressed all along it. Why was I kissing Leon's cock? At last my male side asserted itself. I inched backward on my knees and slowly got to my feet, all of a sudden thinking about rinsing my mouth, brushing my teeth, using mouthwash. Leon glanced up sleepily and must have read my expression.
"What's up, cocksucker? You're supposed to be thanking me. I made your dream come true. Now you're a for-real sissy. And that's something ain't never going to change."
"Look," I said weakly. "I have a girlfriend. I just need this to be over with. I don't know what just happened. Please. You got what you wanted." I sniffled. "Just leave."
He abruptly sat up, reached out with one long arm, and seized my immature genitals. I was still hard though I didn't want to be. He pulled me nearer. With a few quick moves he had me over his lap, bottom uppermost. I made a token effort to escape but it was useless. He got one hand on the small of my back and held me there easily. His other arm came up and I knew all at once that he was going to spank me.
"You being naughty, girl. I done you a big favor and now you want to kick me out? I don't think so."
He swatted my rear end so hard that I cried out. In rapid succession Leon delivered another half dozen blows, by the end of which I was sobbing.
Please, no more. Stop. I'm sorry. I'll be good, Sir." I was blubbering. "I'll do whatever you say."
He landed an additional half dozen before assuring me, "You definitely will do whatever I tell you. Now this was just going to be a one-time thing. But you gave me attitude and I don't like that. And until I say different, you are my white sissy bitch."
"Noooo. You can't. I have a girlfriend."
"Yeah. That big-tits Shawna." He blasted my sore posterior with a dozen even harder smacks. "And I know you got to have her on your phone. So get off my lap." He rolled me over and I fell hard on the carpet. "Stop them sissy tears." He jabbed me hard in the ribs with his toes. "And go get that damn phone." Leon grabbed my hair and yanked hard.
I struggled to my knees, tears streaming down my face, and got shakily to my feet. As I staggered across the room, aware that I was showing him my bare backside, I tried to figure some way out of this predicament. I saw the phone blurrily through my weeping. As I took it back I blinked and got a good look at Leon's scowling unforgiving face. He told me to call Shawna and invite her over. In a panic, I opened the phone, found the number, and hit it. I was even able to steady myself. Taking two deep breaths, I waited for her to answer.
"Shawna?" I said. "It's Dan..." I had almost used my girly name. "It's Danny. Could you come over to my place? RIght now?"
"Are you all right?" she wanted to know. "You sound upset."
"It's nothing. I'm just... if you could... I really need to see you."
"Okay. I'll be over there soon. Whatever it is, we can work it out." Then, as if to reassure me, she added, "I'm your fiancé now, after all."
"Yes. Uh, yes, dear. Just please come over." I glanced at Leon, who was still displaying that hard face. "Right now."
"I'm on my way."
END OF PART ONE.
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TRAPPED SISSY 2 by Throne
I was dizzy. Shawna was on her way over and I was still in garter belt and stockings, wearing make-up, hair mussed, male parts exposed, and my recently spanked bottom red and blazingly sore. If I was in doubt about any of those conditions, Leon made me sure by standing me up in front of the long mirror and turning front and back. Then he got behind me and reached around. His thick fingers found my nipples and toyed roughly with them. I squealed but also go hard again. As I struggled my bare backside rubbed against his naked crotch.
He chuckled and said, "Damn, girl. Are you trying to get me up again? Can't get enough? Maybe want it somewhere else?" He jerked his hips several times. "I could bend you over and ram you right now, keep it in there until your precious girlfriend gets here. Is that what you want her to see?"
"N... n... no. Please, no."
"Then you better behave. Maybe you can still salvage something out of this. I might even tell her somebody else did this to you."
"Would you? Please? If she found out I've been lying to her all this time, it would be awful."
"I know it would. So you just play along. First off, I got to get myself dressed. And you going to be good while I do it. Right?"
"Yes, Sir. Absolutely." I was quivering. "I'm engaged to Shawna. This could ruin everything."
"Don't you fret. Trust Leon. I got a idea."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
He quickly got himself dressed. I stood there shivering, hoping that whatever he had figured out would work. Why didn't he just let me call Shawna back and make some excuse for her not to come? I was so mixed up. He told me to get the robe he'd seen me in a few times, the short pink quilted one with the faux rabbit fur collar and cuffs. I dashed away to fetch it, grateful to be covered partially, even if it did end -- with another strip of fuzzy white material -- at the tops of my thighs. All too soon there was a knock at the door.
I said, "Shawna? Come in, please."
She entered and saw me standing there in that shameful brief robe, my stocking clad legs displayed. I shifted nervously. Leon gave her a nod and a grin, then introduced himself. When she saw that I wasn't visibly hurt or restrained or anything, she became more curious than alarmed. And I could tell she was evaluating my feminized appearance. Leon invited her to sit down and then put himself beside her. I looked around but he snapped at me to stay where I was. Then he spoke to my fiancé, calmly, telling her that everything was all right and he would explain exactly what the situation was. I heaved a sign of relief. Obviously he had come up with some foolproof plan.
That was when he took out his phone and showed her a picture. Shawna goggled at whatever the scene was.
Leon told her, "Bad news, honey. You got hooked up to marry a sissy faggot. That's my dick he's sucking on. Here's a couple more where he's easier to recognize, when his mouth ain't all stretched out around my meat. Thing is, he's been lying to you all along. He lied to me, too. Told me he wasn't involved with anybody. Got me to let him give me a blowjob. Then he slipped up and confessed everything. I thought you needed to know. Cause like I'm saying, you should know your man is a cocksucker before you tie the knot."
Oh no. He had slyly gotten pictures of me while I was doing... that... to him. Shawna sprang to her feet. She looked fierce as she stalked toward me. "You lying sissy queer! Look at you, wearing that faggot robe and those pink stockings. And your face made up like a whore. Look at your mouth. You twisted freak. There's cum on your lips. Lipstick and cum and spit. I guess you had a good time giving this man a BJ. Probably put you into sissy heaven while you were doing it."
"Darling, I can explain."
"Fine. Explain."
"I just... This isn't..."
Leon unhelpfully offered, "Come on, Danette. You said you were going to be honest with her for a change. You promised." He turned his attention to her and explained, "That's what he likes to be called when he's being a pansy. Danette. It's his girl name."
My fiancé was outraged. "That's wonderful -- Danette. You sick pervert. I can't believe you lied to me. And that you're some kind of sissy hooker or something. And that you get off on Black guys. What is it about him? Huh? Does he have a big cock?"
She drilled me with her eyes. In the picture he had been buried completely in my face. I mumbled, "No, it's not because he's so well hung. I mean..."
"Now, Danette," Leon remonstrated, "remember how you said it's partway because your dick is so small."
Before I could think, Shawna said, "That's certainly true. His dick is barely even there. Sex with him has always been boring. Still, he seemed like he would be stable and dependable, which I liked, but now I see he's just a complete weirdo."
"Amen, sister." Leon got up and moved toward her. "I really feel bad for you. And I'm sorry I had to be the one to give you this sad news... that the dude you thought was your man is just a fruit. And that he was after my supersize cock."
"After your...?" She showed a new interest in Leon. "Considering that his is so laughably small, maybe he thought it would grow after he got a bellyful of your semen."
"Might be. Trying to steal my mojo." He gave her a conspiratorial smile.
She smiled back. "Well, if you're really like Danette here says, I kind of understand. I mean, there is a certain appeal to a man who's... better equipped."
"That would be me," he said confidently. "In fact, let's just have your fiancé lose that robe so we can see what we're talking about, comparison-wise."
"Yes, let's." Shawna sneered at me. "You heard the man, Danette. The real man. Get out of that candy-ass robe. NOW."
More distracted and unsure than ever, I reluctantly shed the robe. As I stood there, practically naked, my girlfriend approached me.
Shawna said, "Go on, faggot. Let's have a good look. Strike a few poses. Turn around."
I awkwardly got into a few pin-up stances. Then I began to turn.
"Holy crap!" my fiancé erupted. "What the f*@k did you do to your ass?"
Leon pointed out. "I had to do that. The sissy was getting out of hand. Said she wasn't going to call you. And that you wouldn't know her secret until the honeymoon. When you would be stuck with this mess of damaged goods."
"Damaged goods," she repeated. "With a spare finger where a dick should be. My blowjob-giving boyfriend." Her attention went fully back to Leon. "So how much bigger than him are you? I mean, just because that's what we're talking about."
"No problem," he told her. Then he snapped at me, "Get over here, fag. On your knees. Unzip me and show this fine girl what I've got. You already know what's in my pants. Don't you? Cause you made a meal of it."
I stumbled to where he was standing and dropped to my knees, in some kind of shock. I lowered his fly and fished around inside his overalls, coming out with a handful of ginormous cock.
"There it is, Sir," I said fawningly. "Just like you asked for, Sir."
"Shit," Shawna remarked. "You sure have him trained."
"You know, he's the type that wanted to be a homo all along. Once you wave a big cock in front of them, it's like a dam burst. Everything comes out at once. And you can never put it back the way it was."
"I understand," she said. "Looks like the marriage is off." Her eyes were locked on his man-bone. "And you get even bigger? I mean, than you already are?"
"We can show you, sissy and me." He patted me on top of the head.
"Well," she mused, "I suppose that's all the worthless creep is good for. So sure, let me see what he can do. After that, I'll never have to worry about having second thoughts."
"What you said," he agreed. Leon smacked me on the side of the head. "You heard the lady. She want to see my business full size. Make it happen, snowflake."
"Yeah," Shawna seconded with sadistic enthusiasm. "Make it happen, white bread." She giggled at how she had matched Leon in insulting me.
I was shaking all over but after everything that had happened already, and now hearing her say she was dumping me, I had nothing left to fight back with. My hands went to Leon's overgrown cock and caressed it. I brought my lips close to give the tip a kiss. Shawna muttered something about what a liar I was. A moment later my lips were back around Leon's virile cock. I was peripherally aware of my fiancé -- EX-fiancé -- sidling up to him and putting both her pale hands on his dark bicep. She playfully kissed the bulging muscle while I mouthed his love-muscle. It was all happening so quickly. My life had been turned upside down and I no longer could be sure who I was. Shawna got up on tiptoes to kiss him full on the lips. She ran one hand up and down his muscular chest, under the bib-front of his overalls, directly on his T-shirt. Then she turned her attention to his raging hard-on, with a wild hunger on her pretty face.
She pulled up the thin clinging top she was wearing and her big round breasts sprang free. Leon kneaded one of them appreciatively.
She said, "I thought Danny was in trouble, so I ran out of my place without putting on a bra." She rubbed up against him suggestively. "I hope you don't mind... Leon."
"Don't mind at all, beautiful. Those are some prize tits you got there."
In one continuous movement she drove her knee into my shoulder, knocking me over, and lowered herself into a deep squat with her mouth in line with his swollen, foot long cock. Mesmerized by his masculinity and raw power, she licked her way up the underside, capped the top with her lips, sucked it ferociously, and then sank back down to lap at his heavy balls. I lay there, sprawled on my back, taking it all in, dumbfounded and broken in spirit.
She asked Leon, "Now who would you rather have slobbering all over your magnificent cock, lover? That pathetic, no-dick wimp? Or me?"
"Well," he considered thoughtfully, "Danette does give a mean deep-throat."
"Oh yeah? Check out my technique."
Suiting her actions to the words, she came up, got a lip-lock on his knob, and swallowed every inch effortlessly. My former girlfriend rode her mouth up and down on his pole until he was moaning with pleasure. Then she freed it, but only so she could capture it between her boobs and keep it there while she tongued the oozing end.
"All right," he said. "I choose you, woman."
"Good. And I've got something no sissy can give you. A hot... wet... tight pussy. So how about the two of us move to the bedroom?"
"How about all three of us go there? It's time for Danette to see how a proper man pleases a real woman. Especially after all she's been getting is a puny dick like that sissy got."
"Make the jerk watch?"
"That's right. And maybe make the jerk jerk-off his weenie while he looks. You know, he's big into interracial porn. Black dudes with white girls. And he got a special Jones for big Black men with little white sissy boys like him."
"Sure. Let's give him a show he'll never forget. Let's screw up his head so bad he'll never be able to get it straight again."
Leon helped her up. She kicked off her pumps and wriggled out of her tight slacks, to stand there in all her naked shapely glory while Leon feasted his eyes on her. Then she got him undressed, while I got up onto my knees and viewed it all with mounting anxiety. It was like I was trapped in a bad dream. When they were both naked he scooped her up in his long capable arms and carried her away. I felt so defeated that all I could do was get onto my hands and knees and follow them like a dog. I didn't feel I deserved to stand up and walk like a person. She glanced back over Leon's well-muscled shoulder and stuck her tongue out at me. Then she made a show of licking his ear. By then we were all in my bedroom. All of my possessions appeared oddly unfamiliar. I knew my male clothes were in the nearby closet, so close and yet impossibly far away for me. Leon laid her on the bed and her beautiful legs spread apart willingly. He knelt between them, his killer cock up and ready. I mentally measured myself against what he had and came up woefully short.
Putting myself alongside the bed, sitting up on my haunches, I hugged myself. Shawna turned her face toward me, her features possessed and remade by lust. A strange fire shone in her eyes.
She hissed at me, "Danette, you little fag failure. Don't you have something even that's even MORE sissy you could put on too? Hmmm?"
I squeaked, "I guess so."
She commanded me, "Than go get it. And hurry up. I can't wait to have Leon's fantastic cock inside me, filling me up in ways you never could. GO."
I scurried on hands and knees to the closet and dug out another box, this one labeled TEXTBOOKS. From it I took a filmy baby doll nightie and held it up for her approval. She grinned devilishly and nodded. Leon began bumping the end of his impatient cock against the vestibule of her waiting pussy. It was actually going to happen. That big Black man was about to ravish my eager EX-fiance in front of my eyes, in my bed, while I cowered like the pitiful sissy I was. I got the nightie over my head and it slid silkily down my torso, stimulating my skin, teasing my nipples. As I adjusted it and, by reflex, made sure it was on perfectly, Shawna returned her attention to Leon.
"I want it," she told him, her voice thick with lust. "Now. Fuck me rough and long."
"You said it," he agreed as he slid into her tightness, inch after thick inch, in one unhurried motion, until he was as deep in her womanhood as he had been in both our throats. "How about that?"
Shawna could only gurgle, she was so overcome. She wrapped her legs around his middle and hung on tightly as he pumped her with barely controlled fervor, taking her for an unmatchable ride, giving her experiences I could never have provided.
She gasped, "Yes. More." Shawna found her power of speech long enough to tell him, "Danny will never get his miserable little dick anywhere near my pussy again. If he wants any fun, he can give it to himself, by tugging on his dinky prick."
As if triggered by her cruel words, I reached between my smooth hairless thighs. To my surprise, I again found myself with a straining erection, feeling more aroused than ever before. I sobbed and began to pull my pecker. After Leon drove her to a bed-shaking orgasm, Shawna noticed me enough to warn me not to finish myself before they were done. I had to witness nearly an hour more of them fornicating like a pair of wild animals one minute, him fully in control of both of them the next. I kept stroking myself, unable to stop, careful not to send myself over the edge. Lightly rubbing the lightweight material of the nightie over my receptive nipples, I drove my libido to even greater heights.
At last, during Shawna's fifth quaking climax, Leon relinquished his self control and blasted into her, snarling as he emptied his balls for the second time. I could still taste him. Eventually they got past their mutual orgasms and lay side by side. The two of them raised their heads and checked on me. I was still jerking my tiny dick, humiliated beyond belief but unable to stop myself, desperate to be permitted to finish.
"You are absolutely the worst," Shawna said to me with a sneer. "Fag sissy loser. Little Miss No-Dick. Now squirt into your hand. NOW."
I made a sad mewling sound and sent hot semen into my waiting palm. I came so hard that my balls hurt, and was left with a big warm puddle.
"Look at that mess you made," my EX scolded. "I want that cleaned up right away." When I looked around for something to do it with, she told me, "Use your sissy mouth. You like the taste of cum. Eat your slime, dumb ass."
Weeping, but at the same time savoring the touch of my nightie, garter belt and stockings, even of that elastic choker around my neck, I brought my forearm up and slurped the spunk from my unsteady hand. Not until it was all gone and my palm licked clean did I stop.
"Now," Shawna said, "you can get your worthless ass out of here."
"B... but it's my apartment," I protested without conviction.
Leon laughed. "Aw, let the sissy hang around. She can sleep on the floor."
"What do we need that wuss for?"
"Well, for starters, I left a pint of cream inside you. Danette can lick that all up and swallow it down like a good little sissy."
"Eww. Disgusting. But that would be a good lesson for the liar. Anything else for her?"
"You know, there's another mess to be cleaned up between MY legs."
"You mean... make the hopeless sissy suck your cock clean?"
"And my balls. That stuff got all over the place. Might be some ran down into the crack of my ass. She'll have to do a clean-up there, too."
Shawna laughed. "Good idea. And she's certainly dressed for the job. Look at that see-through nightie. It's probably one of her favorites. Maybe I won't ditch her completely after all. I want to keep seeing you but having Danette around, sort of like a servant or a living sex toy, could be fun. We could make her put on fashion shows for us, and think up all sorts of games to play with her."
"I like that. Sometime I can show you what big Black guys like me do to weak white sissies like her in prison. Maybe take some pictures of the action and post them on kinky sites on-line. Just make sure we get her face in the shots, but not mine."
"Whoa. Just talking about that is getting me ready for more screwing."
"No hurry, babe. We got lots of time. Make a long weekend of it. And I'm sure Danette down there won't complain. Ain't that right, cum-sucker?"
"Yes, Sir. Yes, Ma'am. I'll do... whatever you say. Both of you. I'll be your sissy."
I couldn't believe the words I had said. It was as if I was in one of those videos I sometimes watched. Or maybe a better way to think of it, I was in one of the stories I read and reread on Fiction Maniacs. Except that this one was real and I was trapped inside it.
THE END?
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