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A Fairy Tale

 



A Fairy Tale
By T.S. Severe


=-=-Chapter Four-=-=

Knock…Knock…Knock

"Heather? I know you're in there! Heather!" The heavy knocking on the door continued and I heard Brandon's voice as he shouted on the other side of it.

"Who the fuck is that?" Stacy stared at me and I blinked dumbly at the noise, trying to coax my brain into working.

"She's married?" Lucy asked with a snort, pulling my pussy onto her cock and making me gasp as it seemed I'd never get used to the size of her beautiful black prick. The shemale kept her hands firmly around my hips too, just in case I had some foolish idea of getting away or something.

"Heather! I have to talk to you!" Brandon yelled again and I wondered if he'd gone insane. "Open up!"

Stacy didn't bother answering Lucy; she knew I wasn't married. She didn't bother getting dressed either. I'd been sucking her off while Lucy fucked me and my Mistress slapped my flushed face with her long cock before pulling away completely. Mistress Lucy reach for my tits, giving them a squeeze to make me moan. She pulled my back to her own heavy breasts and I spread my pale legs outside her thighs so that I could rub my burning clit while I rocked my stuffed cunt eagerly. Both of us were watching Mistress Stacy as she opened the door.

"Heath…errrr…What the fuck?" Brandon's shock filled the room and I couldn't see his face, but I imagined he must have been pretty surprised to see a tall, imposing, and utterly sexy shemale standing in front of him with a hard, dripping cock.

"Get on your knees, boy!" she said and to the best of my knowledge she didn't know Brandon at all, but she sounded like she did.

SLAP!!!

"I said, get on your fuckin' knees, you little fag!" Mistress Stacy had slapped his face. Not too hard probably, she'd never struck me and I knew it wasn't her thing, but it was a good wake-up call for my boyfriend.

"I don't…W-What?" He'd always been a little slow, I thought.

SLAP!!!

"Down! There's only one reason a pretty boy like you comes knocking on my door," she told all of us, grabbing his shoulders with both hands and pushing him to the floor. "That's it, faggot. Open your mouth, cocksucker!"

"Gummmpphhhh…" Brandon was on his knees and suddenly choking on Mistress Stacy's thick meat as she held his head and pushed with her hips.

"That was fast," Lucy said with a giggle. She pinched my tits hard, twisting my nipples so that I squirmed on her dick, rolling my pussy around her fuckpole like the slut I was.

I felt her tongue in my ear and I turned my head, my mouth seeking Lucy's as she lifted her ass, keeping her cockhead deep and close to my cervix. We were kissing then, my mouth open as the woman rammed her tongue into my mouth, fucking me with it. I groaned and rubbed my clitoris frantically, feeling another orgasm coming to steal my senses as I sucked her tongue hard, sliding my lips back and forth along that soft pink muscle.

"Get you clothes off, sissy," Stacy demanded. "No! Don't you fucking stop, bitch! You can undress while I fuck your face."

"Mmmm…" I shuddered with pleasure as Lucy moved her hands back to my hips, lifting me now as her orgasm was getting closer and she wanted a real fuck.

The black transsexual was so strong, I loved that about her. Lucy had real muscles and yet somehow possessed an incredibly sexy and decidedly feminine presence. She looked like a fitness model, not a body builder and unless you looked closely for her Adam's apple, or got a look at her big cock and generous balls, you'd never know she was anything but a woman. It turned me on, all of that, but especially the way she could dominate me so easily. The way both of those shemales could and now Stacy seemed intent on turning my boyfriend into her faggot slave. That idea was another thrill for my over stimulated imagination and when Lucy let my mouth go, I watched them with rapt fascination.

"Crawl, bitch…Over there…Crawl over to your girlfriend and kiss her pussy," Stacy said, practically dragging Brandon by his hair. I could see his face red and wet with spit and precum after only a minute or two of sucking cock for the first time in his life. The boy looked a little confused, to put it mildly.

"H-Heather…" he gasped as he saw me riding Lucy's massive erection, lifting my ass to expose six inches of ebony shaft, and then sliding back down with a jolt of pleasure when her cock touched bottom. She held me tightly, even possessively, I suppose, letting Brandon know that she owned my lily ass.

"Come here, muffin!" Lucy grinned at him. "Suck my balls while I fuck your slutty girlfriend!"

"Hiiiii…" I sighed happily and giggled as I felt lightheaded and silly with pleasure. I rode that fat cock like a whore now that I'd sort of gotten used to the size and shape, although I doubt any woman could truly get comfortable with ten or maybe eleven inches of cock stretching her hole. Brandon watching us only made it better for some reason, maybe because Lucy fucked me bareback, something my boyfriend had never experienced despite his occasional begging. The whole scene struck me as crazy sexy and I liked it a lot.

"You heard her, bitch!" Stacy siad with a soft laugh, pushing Brandon between Mistress Lucy's long black legs.

"Pretty puppy…Get your mouth where it belongs, white boy," Lucy breathed, rolling her hips to stir all the fuck juices up inside me. Our fuck cream spilled around her black shaft and past my puffy pink labia as they clung to it greedily.

"Do it, Brandon…Oh God! I'm cumming again!" I moaned, shivering as the ecstasy of seeing my boyfriend naked on his knees and watching me get fucked became too much to handle.

Mistress Stacy didn't give him much of a chance to refuse. She pushed his face between Lucy's thighs, between mine as I straddled her, and I giggled breathlessly as I felt his lips and tongue working at our sloppy union. He was actually doing it, lapping at our sex and kissing our fuck, and it brought me off completely. Stacy pushed his head this way and that, telling him to suck up our fuck juices and swallow the stuff down.

"You're going to be my faggot slave now, bitch," she told him. "You're going to fuck and suck like a pro before I even think about letting you go."

"He's such a…Ugh!…pretty boy," Lucy grunted as she fucked me. "I'm jealous!"

"Such a pretty ass!" Mistress Stacy agreed. "No lube either, what a shame!"

"Oh, God! Mistresssss…" I hissed as I felt Brandon's tongue on my swollen clit, shooting fireworks off in my tummy. "Fuck him!"

She didn't need my encouragement and Stacy gave me a grin as she took a position directly behind him, spreading his smooth butt cheeks and bringing her fat shemale fuckpole to his virgin anus. At least I assumed it was virgin, but then again…He'd gone to his knees pretty fast for a straight boy. As cute as Brandon was, especially those beautiful brown eyes of his, I could see where he might have had some cock before. He'd probably been one of those pretty boys in high school, the kind who get teased and bullied by the bigger kids. I had another orgasm as I imagined my innocent boyfriend getting gang-fucked by a crowd of big sweaty football players in the showers after gym class.

Right then though, Brandon was getting fucked by his new Mistress. Stacy took him patiently, obviously not wanting to hurt him too much, but he must have been seriously tight. Maybe he'd really been a virgin after all, I thought with a desperate moan and then more kisses from Mistress Lucy who was breathing hard and just seconds away from filling my already impregnated womb with her thick semen.

"Ohhh…Fuck no! N-Nooooo…Please! Oh God…Ugh!" Brandon lifted his head, gasping and groaning and trying to pull himself away from Stacy's rock hard prick as it stretched his anus. I could almost imagine the strange, painful sensation of the smooth glans suddenly popping past the ring of his sphincter. I'd been ass fucked before and I loved that part, the way the pressure built up until something had to give and then the sudden surge of two or three or more inches of hot penis sliding home. I knew what my boyfriend was feeling and the look on his face was priceless.

"Brandon…Oh! Shhhh…" I breathed and giggled and reached for him, grabbing his head and pulling him awkwardly back to the place where Lucy's prick still stretched my greasy pussy lips wide around her.

"Fuck…I'm cumming!" Mistress Lucy suddenly groaned, lifting her body as if to drive her cock all the way into my tummy and I tugged at Brandon's hair harder than I meant to as I clutched him against us.

Stacy held the boy tightly anyway, pushing him forward as she worked to get all of her swollen cock inside his too small ass, so Brandon wasn't going anywhere. He was taking some real cock now, getting a taste of his new life as Mistress Stacy's faggot bitch. If he wasn't queer already, I had a feeling that he would be before the weekend was over. He'd find out what I already knew - How it felt to surrender to someone completely.

"Give him some," she told us and Lucy didn't protest as I grabbed her cock by the root, lifting myself high so I could pull her still hard and now weakly spurting cock free of my cunt.

The black Domme just leaned back, catching her breath and trying to relax as I held Brandon's hair in my right fist and guided Lucy's glistening penis into my boyfriend's open mouth. Stacy had him grunting and gasping for air with every thrust of her hips and it wasn't all that difficult to push Lucy's cum stained cock past my boyfriend's lips.

"Ummmph!" His eyes were almost pleading with me and he had some small tears maybe, a little love dew in his pretty eyes, but he wanted it. I could tell and he barely resisted me at all as I fed him Mistress Lucy's cummy girl cock.

"Oh, that's sexy," Lucy sighed happily and I nodded.

"Yeah, Brandon. Suck her cock," I urged him. "Take more of it. Can you taste my pussy on her dick, baby?"

"Fuck! This fag's ass is tight…And hot! Like an oven in there!" Stacy sounded giddy with pleasure and she gave Brandon's butt a slap as he was filled from both ends with thick shemale cock.

"Hot, greased, and ready for the meat!" Lucy agreed, bringing her hands to my tits while I stroked Brandon's flushed cheeks and let him work that dick with his hungry mouth.

"I had no idea he was such a faggot!" I giggled, teasing Brandon. "He asked me to marry him tonight."

"Really?" Lucy pulled my nipples hard, stretching my tits into heavy cones and making me gasp. "Pretty boys are always the romantic ones."

"Hmmm…A slut like you deserves a cock hungry husband…Uh-huh! Work that ass, cocksucker!" Stacy thrust her rigid prick hard inside Brandon's hole and he'd taken all of it by then, now she fucked him slowly in and out, letting him get used to the unique sensation of having a hard cock in his faggot cunt.

"Where's your ring?" Lucy asked me.

"Oh, no…I told him I couldn't marry him." I said, smiling into Brandon's eyes as he looked up at me, his sensual lips stretched wide around the black cock fucking his face.

"What? Why not?" Stacy gave me a little frown. "A slut like you and a bitch like this sissy? It's perfect."

"But Mistress…" I swallowed hard and my heart gave a little stutter. "I thought you and me and…Ummm…" I looked down feeling suddenly embarrassed.

"You thought I was going to marry you?" she laughed and I burned with the humiliation of my stupidity.

"She's a bit of a romantic too, eh?" Lucy turned my head for a kiss. "You're so precious, slut."

"You're my hole, right?" Mistress Stacy asked me and I nodded. "You belong to me. You're my property now, or did you change your mind about that?"

"I belong to you, Mistress," I agreed, afraid to look up at her.

"You can take off that collar, slut," she told me. "Anytime you want."

"I don't want to, Mistress!" I lifted my head. "I love you!"

"Then love me and stop thinking so much. You fuck and suck, and that's all you do," Stacy said, staring into my eyes and I nodded quickly.

"Yes Mistress."

"She loves you too, don't worry," Lucy whispered in my ear.

"So, you'll marry this fag and I'll keep you both, husband and wife." Stacy slapped Brandon's ass again. "Hear that, bitch? You're getting married!"

"Congratulations!" Lucy laughed, kissing me again and Brandon lifted his mouth from her semi-hard cock, now washed clean of the sperm and girl cum that had covered it moments before.

"I don't understand…Ow!…Fuck…Who are you…Ugghhhh!…People anyway?" Brandon had a hard time getting the words out in between gasping for air and being fucked hard with Stacy's fat cock in his ass.

"We're the girls your daddy warned you about!" Lucy told him and I laughed at that.

"This is Mistress Lucy and Mistress Stacy is fucking you, Brandon," I explained, making the late introductions while I rubbed my pussy, feeling the cum that Lucy had put way up inside me starting to trickle out.

"I'm your Mistress now, bitch, and that's your name. Bitch! Understand me?" Stacy slammed her cock into his ass hard, bringing a sharp yelp as Brandon seemed to leap forward, but not very far as Mistress Lucy's dark thighs trapped his face. Her glistening cock stood upright and lazy across his left eye.

"My name is slut," I said, smiling at the confused look on Brandon's face as Lucy let him go. "Mistress Stacy is the father…Mother? Of my baby."

"Your baby now, bitch," Stacy told him. "You're going to marry slut and take care of her. That's what you want, right?"

"Our baby!" I giggled, staring into my boyfriend's eyes.

"Suck the cum out of your wife's cunt, bitch. That'll be all the sex you'll get from her, I think." Lucy reached around me for Brandon's head while I scooted my butt down a little, riding her thighs with mine.

"B-But…yeah, I want to…Ohhhh…" He glanced over his shoulder at Stacy, "…Marry her, but…I don't…"

"Shut-up!" Lucy said, pulling his mouth to my cunt so he could dig her sperm out of me with his tongue. "You think too much, faggot."

"He needs a lot of training," Stacy agreed, sawing her prick in and out of his ass easily now.

I suppose bitch was pretty well lubed with Mistress Stacy's precum by then. He seemed to be taking his first ever cock rather easily now, but he'd suffered some real pain at the beginning, I knew, and I felt kind of bad about that. Bitch would learn though, the same way I had and just as fast, probably. I'd fallen in love with Stacy and now I was devoted to her. I'd do anything she wanted me to, even marry Brandon, I didn't care so long as it made her happy. We'd be her slaves for as long as she wanted us and if that meant she would trade us to another Mistress like Lucy, or sell us, or breed me with strangers, it just didn't matter. I had no idea how much of what the two shemales had said was true and how much was just playing around for my benefit, but I was sure I'd find out when the time was right.

"Hmmmm…Oh, that feels so good, bitch!" I moaned softly, feeling Brandon's tongue working my pussy nicely.

He'd always been pretty good at giving me head, for a guy anyway. Girls were better because they knew exactly what everything felt like, but boys were probably better at sucking cock for that same reason. Still, bitch wasn't bad at it and my well fucked cunt was stretched wide and pink and raw just for him. All that cum Lucy had put up near my cervix slithered from my fuckhole right into bitch's hungry mouth. He swallowed it down too, eating Mistress Lucy's sperm like he'd been born for it. He'd turn out to be a good little sex toy for our shemale mistress, that was obvious.

"Ahhhh…Fuck…I'm gonna cum in your ass, bitch!" Mistress Stacy hadn't been fucking him long before she started cumming, ejaculating deep into my boyfriend's ass. It must have felt pretty good for bitch too, because I noticed for the first time the cute erection he sported between his legs.

Bitch had a nice cock, average sized and pretty, but definitely smaller than Mistress Stacy's. He wasn't going to get much use out of it anymore anyway, probably. A bitch didn't need a cock, just a wet sucking mouth and tight hot asshole for any hard cock that wanted to use it. If he came at all, it would only be for Stacy's personal amusement, not his. She wasn't cruel though, not by any stretch of the imagination. She wouldn't beat him, or humiliate bitch in public, or do anything he wouldn't learn to enjoy eventually. Bitch was already liking it and whatever protests he made were just for show, like mine had been in the beginning; a weak attempt to sooth our injured pride and silly egos.

"Turn around, bitch. Clean my cock now," she commanded him after filling bitch's rectum with her creamy ball juice.

"Get down there, slut," Lucy breathed, pushing me away from her and onto the floor. "Make your new husband's asshole feel good. He looks a little sore."

"Yes Mistress." I nodded eagerly and soon found myself kneeling behind bitch with my tongue worming its way into his hot, gaping asshole, sucking at the dirty sperm inside.

"Good girl, slut." Mistress Stacy smiled at me. "Bitch deserves a reward. He took my cock so nicely, didn't you bitch? Such a sweet ass and you fuck so good for a first timer!"

"Mmmphhh…" he made muffled sounds of agreement as he washed his own ass off the softening shemale cock in his mouth.

I worked bitch's ass the best I knew how, spreading his firm, pale cheeks with my hands and licking and kissing his stretched anus. He'd been filled with a monster load of rich salty sperm and it tasted differently, as it had to I suppose, coming fresh out of bitch's asshole like it did. I enjoyed the flavor though, finding it rather pleasant and I know bitch enjoyed my efforts. He moaned around the prick in his mouth and wagged his sexy ass against my face. His cock throbbed between his thighs. I caught a glimpse of it when I lifted my mouth for a drink of cool air every now and again. His precum dripped onto the carpet and I wished our Mistress would let me give him a little suck, just to give bitch some relief. I couldn't ask though and it wasn't my place to suggest such a thing.

"My balls too, faggot," Stacy told him. "Get all that fuck juice cleaned off of me."

"Now I really am jealous," Lucy sighed around a sip of wine, looking happily relaxed as she leaned back on the sofa. The shemale had her long black legs crossed with her flaccid cock lying across the top of one thigh.

"Keep working bitch's asshole, slut," Stacy said, catching me looking over my shoulder at Mistress Lucy and I dipped my head, blushing and quickly going back to fuck bitch's ass with my stiff tongue.

"I need a pet of my own, a souvenir to take home with me on Monday," Lucy pouted playfully.

"Oh, I'm sure we can find something for you," my mistress replied. "The university is full of sluts and bitches."

"Hmmm…" Lucy seemed to consider that.

"That's enough, bitch." Stacy pushed my boyfriend's mouth off her cock. "Give your wife some love now. Give slut some sweet kissy face."

"Kissy face!" Lucy laughed.

"Yes…Uh, Mistress," he replied slowly, as if trying the words on for size.

"Ohhhh, someone is learning!" Stacy smiled and stroked bitch's cheek. "Good little bitch. Kiss her now. Go on and make it extra sloppy, she likes that."

=-=-Chapter Five-=-=


Bitch and I were kneeling on the floor and he took me in his arms, smiling and at last finding something he was truly comfortable with as I put my hands on his shoulders. He kissed me softly and then harder as I responded eagerly, not just for him, but for our Mistress as well. His mouth, fresh from cleaning Stacy's cock, met my own, just finished with sucking the cum from his tender asshole. We kissed sloppy and wet like Stacy wanted, our tongue writhing against each other, over and under and around while we moaned with pleasure. I could feel my hard nipples rubbing his hot skin as he held me tightly and bitch's firm cock pressed against my tummy, the moist head and shaft trapped between us, rubbing back and forth as he had no choice but to move. Bitch was desperate to cum and I wasn't going to stop him.

"Maybe slut knows someone who might want a black Mistress?" Lucy said conversationally. "I'm sure a slut like her knows some real cock whores."

"They do flock together, don't they?" Stacy giggled, sitting beside her friend and drinking her own wine while they watched us make out.

"Birds of a feather," Lucy agreed. "I want a little white whore, I think. A female I can breed with my nigger cock."

"Yeah…Hmmm…" Stacy seemed to think about it. "Who was that girl I met before, slut? Last month, the one that looked like she was twelve?"

"Twelve?" Lucy giggled.

"A redhead." Stacy agreed. "Real small, petite with no tits and a hot little ass, hmmm…She'd make you good whore."

"Sounds promising," Lucy said. "Who is she, slut?"

I pulled my mouth away from bitch, sucking air into my lungs and licking my bruised lips. I felt sticky now and damp all over, and my heart raced. It had been nice making out like that and bitch was a great kisser, he always had been. I could feel my juices flowing again, spilling out of my cunt to run wetly down my thighs and his cock bobbed up and down with a life all its own. Bitch would have to cum soon and he stayed close enough so he could keep stroking my soft tummy with his erection while I answered.

"Denise…Mistress…" I breathed. "My roommate at the dorm."

"Denise?" Stacy smiled. "Yeah, that was her name. Do you think she'd like Mistress Lucy?"

"Everyone likes me." Lucy chuckled.

"I don't know." I made a little face, lowering my eyes.

"What is it?" my mistress asked and I had no choice but to answer.

"Denise, uh…" I licked my lips. "She doesn't like, um, black people."

"She's a racist?" Lucy asked and I nodded. "A real one?"

"I…" I shrugged. "I guess so, Mistress. She calls them, uh…Niggers. Sometimes."

"She does?" Stacy laughed.

"So do I!" Mistress Lucy giggled. "She sounds perfect. I want to meet her."

"You do?" I stared at the woman for a moment before remembering my place and lowering my eyes.

"Oh yeah. A little Klan whore? What's not to love?" Lucy laughed. "The only sheet she'll be wearing is the one from my bed after I fuck her on it."

"I don't know, Mistress…Denise is kind of…" I swallowed hard and I couldn't imagine my roommate ever wanting to have anything to do with Lucy.

"She's a whore, right?" Stacy asked. "A piece of fuckmeat for anyone who wants her?"

"Uh…" I glanced at bitch and he watched us as we spoke, his eyes darting back and forth. He wasn't going to offer any opinion on this subject.

"Well?" the black shemale prompted me impatiently. "Does she fuck or is she a virgin?"

"She fucks, Mistress," I said quickly. "She fucks a lot."

"Then she'll fuck me too." Lucy decided with a grin.

"Bring her over tomorrow, slut," Mistress Stacy told me. "Invite her for lunch and don't let her refuse, understand me?"

"Yes Mistress." I blinked and spoke slowly. "You won't…You're not going to…Rape her or anything, are you?"

"Rape her?" She frowned. "Did I rape you?"

"No, Mistress." I had to admit that she hadn't, the shemale had only convinced me to let her fuck me bareback and even that hadn't been entirely against my own desires at the time. I'd just wanted it to be.

"Did I rape you, bitch?" Stacy asked my boyfriend.

"Ummm…" Bitch looked at me for a second and then dropped his eyes and blushed. "No Mistress…I liked it."

"I've never raped anyone, see?" Stacy smiled. "Lucy and I, we just show people…"

"…What they're missing," Lucy finished for her friend with a laugh. "Don't worry, if the whore doesn't want it, then no means no."

"But if she says maybe…" Stacy grinned.

"Then she's fucked!" Lucy said with a chuckle. "I'll give Denise a baby nigger all her own."

"Affirmative action," Stacy sighed. "We all have to do our part."

"Heh!" Lucy rolled her eyes. "I just wanna fuck her. She can be prejudiced all she wants. I like my whores feisty."

"Alright, enough fooling around." Stacy clapped her hands. "You two, get your asses in the kitchen. Rattle those pots and pans…And no fucking! Don't you cum, bitch!"

"Yes Mistress," Bitch and I nodded and agreed together.

I always did the cooking and the cleaning and whatever else Mistress Stacy wanted me to do when I stayed with her.

"What are we doing?" Bitch asked me as soon as we were in Stacy's smallish kitchen. He was walking pretty gingerly, but my boyfriend didn't seem to be in too much pain from his first ass fuck.

"Making dinner." I smiled at him and opened the refrigerator. "Let's see what we have…Hmmm…"

"Heather, I'm…" Bitch dropped his voice. "I'm serious. That girl…Those guys…They just…"

"Fucked you?" I rolled my eyes and reached for he veggie drawer. "Let's make a salad; she's got all kinds of stuff here!"

"I'm not gay, Heather," he said and I turned around, handing him some lettuce, tomatoes, radishes, some onions and cucumbers…

"Don't play with the cucumbers, bitch." I giggled. "Those are for eating."

"What? Heather, It isn't funny! Don't call me that!" He sounded a bit exasperated. "What's wrong with you?"

"Me?" I grabbed some other stuff, not too sure what all of it was, but it looked green, mostly. "Nothing's wrong with me. What's wrong with you? Don't you like Mistress Stacy?"

"Yeah, I guess, I don't know…" He blinked at me, almost dropping the vegetables he held. "She slapped me."

"Did it hurt? Put all that by the sink, we have to wash it first," I told him. "And look around for a colander or something."

"No, it didn't, but…She made me…Heather, she made me suck her dick! His dick, um…Whatever."

"And so did Mistress Lucy, isn't she awesome?" I grinned at him. "You're so cool, bitch! I do love you. I take back all that stuff I said before."

I put down the vegetables and gave him a hug, going tip-toe so I could kiss him as he dropped a couple onions on the floor.

"Y-You do?" Bitch actually smiled after our sexy kiss and I grabbed his cock, which was still hard as a rock, and I gave it a friendly squeeze. "Oh…Don't do that!"

"Shhh…She won't know." I whispered, massaging bitch's cock slowly and looking into his soft brown eyes. "I can't believe she made you her bitch, bitch!"

"I'm not, um…" He swallowed hard, "Am I queer now?"

"I'm afraid so." I nodded seriously and then laughed at the look on his face. "You're a queer sissy cocksucker who takes huge shemale cocks up his pussy ass."

"Heather!" he pouted.

"What?" I let go of his dick because I really wasn't supposed to be touching him like that. "What do you expect me to say? No, you're not a fag? Come on, bitch, she fucked you and you loved it, just admit it."

"It hurt." He frowned. "It hurt a lot."

"I know, baby." I frowned too. "It gets better though, believe me. After awhile it really starts to feel good. Now wash those vegetables for me, okay?"

"Why are you acting like this?" Bitch asked me a couple minutes later, while I tore the lettuce up with my hands. He just couldn't let it go, but I guess it's harder for a boy than for a girls. I mean, we're supposed to get fucked.

I laughed at him. "Cause it's fun. It feels good and the sex is great and I like having someone in charge, you know? Every guy I ever went out with was just like you."

"Like me?" Bitch looked at me.

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Nice and sweet and cute, but you never even tried to fuck me without a rubber."

"I didn't know I was supposed to."

"You never held me down and told me you were going to fuck my ass just because you wanted to."

"You would have killed me."

"You didn't tell me to bring one of my friends over and talk her into a threesome."

"You'd really do that?"

"You never named me slut or called me a whore or anything like that, bitch," I sighed. "A girl needs that stuff sometimes."

"Not any girl I ever met, Heather."

"I'm slut now," I reminded him.
"
"Right." He rolled his eyes. "I still never knew any girl into...whatever this is."

"Well, I'm into it," I told him, "and so are you, right? You like being called bitch and when Mistress Stacy put you on your knees, how come you didn't stop her, or leave or anything like that?"

"Cause I wanted to see you."

"Yeah!" I grinned at that. "And how did you know where to find me anyway?"

"Uh…I followed you." Bitch swallowed hard and gave me a sheepish smile.

"Followed me? You were calling me when I left."

"Yeah, but I was waiting downstairs…" he cleared his throat. "Denise told me you were going to see someone and I figured it was the guy, you know, so…"

"So, what?" I giggled. "You were coming to rescue me? To beat up the guy who stole me away or something?"

"Something." Bitch shrugged. "I don't know. I wanted to see him, that's all. I wanted to know why him and not me."

"Poor, bitch." I took a deep breath and leaned close, rubbing my cheek against his bare arm as I'd started crying from chopping the onions.

"So, it turns out the guy is a girl…or something, and now, I don't know. We're slaves? Is that the deal?" He looked down at me. "This is so weird, Heather. I'm not like this."

"We're slaves," I agreed. "For as long as we want to be anyway. You can leave right now if you want, Mistress Stacy won't make you stay."

"But you won't leave, will you?"

"No, I won't leave." I shook my head. "This is what I always wanted and never even knew it. Don't you feel like that?"

"I don't know," bitch said and he thought he saw something in my face maybe. "I mean it, I just don't know. I liked it, I guess, I mean…Yeah, okay, I liked it. But I never did that before. I never wanted to, Heather."

"Do you still want to marry me?"

"Well, yeah, but not if you're forced into it." He smiled. "How's that gonna work?"

"It'll work fine and I'm not being forced into anything, but only if you like what we're doing here," I told him seriously. "This is the kind of life I want and I want a husband who's…Like you!"

"Like me?" He finally smiled.

"Yeah, if I'm Mistress Stacy's slut and you're her bitch, it's perfect. I want to marry you and we can do it together, but if you don't, then…" I shrugged, "…I guess not."

"That's like so totally not the definition of love and marriage that I grew up with," he said with a laugh. "These people, Mistress Stacy, the other one, they're not normal. We're not normal if we do this."

"What's normal?" I made a face at him. "It's weird, yeah, and I have no idea what's going on, but normal? I can't imagine normal after stuff like this. I don't want to."

"But how will we live? How will we eat and pay the bills, and…" The boy wanted to be practical and that wasn't gonna work.

"I dunno!" I giggled. "Maybe Mistress Stacy will turn us into whores or something. I bet we could make a lot of money working together, bitch."

"That's not funny," he said, biting his bottom lip. "Where does she get her money?"

"Ask her." I shrugged. "If you make her mad, she won't whip you or anything, she'll just fuck you in the ass…Well, you're a sissy fag though, so maybe she'll do something else to you."

"Something else?" Hiss brown eyes got a little bigger. "I'd just feel better if I knew who she was and what was going on, that's all I'm saying. Sex is…Sex, but marriage and all that…Being sex slaves?"

We were both laughing cause it did sound kind of funny.

I wiggled my eyebrows about ten minutes later. "Come here, bitch. We need some secret ingredient for the dressing."

"What? Oh…God!" he gasped as I went to my knees in front of him, taking his aching cock into my mouth and determined to let my poor boyfriend cum.

He'd been rubbing himself on me, the counters, the refrigerator, prretty much anything that would stand still for more than ten seconds, just because he needed an orgasm desperately. I might get in trouble, but that was okay. I'd washed my asshole good back at the dorm and it was itching for a real fuck. Besides, how much trouble could I get into? Mistress Stacy wanted a tasty dinner, didn't she? You couldn't serve up a salad without some hot, creamy, salty, high protein salad dressing! I wasn't having sex with bitch - We were cooking!

"Heather…Ummm…That's…I'm gonna cum…" I had bitch on his tip-toes, arching his back and shivering, and that hadn't taken long at all.

I sucked his cock easily, taking all of it into my mouth and swallowing around him so the head could slip into my throat. After sucking Mistress Stacy's fat cock, bitch was no problem at all. I worked him with my tongue nicely too, tickling the underside and even pushing my tongue over my bottom lip. I loved licking his balls while his cock stretched my throat. That had to feel good for him too and I was just really starting to get into it when he warned me that he was about to orgasm.

The glass measuring cup I'd found sat right there on the floor next to me and I grabbed it quickly, pulling my mouth free of bitch's cock with a wet, lip-smacking kiss. Just in time too as, it turned out, because he started shooting hard into the cup a second later. I held it just beneath his cock, aiming his pulsing prick while I stroked him with my hand, my fingers sliding wetly back and forth as bitch's cock was well covered with spit and precum by then. He gave us a pretty fair load too, although I'm always surprised that boys shoot less than they seem to when they're actually in your mouth. Ever notice that? Sometimes it seems like a guy is squirting a gallon of spunk down my throat, but in reality it's not much at all. Weird.

At least we'd have some real zesty stuff to mix in with the ranch dressing Mistress Stacy had in her fridge. I cleaned bitch's cock real quickly with my mouth, enjoying the flavor of my boyfriend like I always did, and then went to work pouring the contents of the measuring cup into the bottle.

"There…One eighth cup secret ingredient. A little more maybe. That's a lot for a boy, I think." I giggled and bitch only stared at me as I closed the top and shook all that stuff up, making my tits bounce up and down for him.

"Is it? You think it'll taste okay?" he asked and I wrinkled my nose at him.

"It'll taste great! I love your sperm. You'd better get your dick hard again though, or Mistress Stacy will know something's up!" I told him seriously and then laughed. "Or not up, I mean!"

"Uh, yeah." He grinned at me and shrugged. "I don't think that'll be a problem."

I followed his eyes and bitch's dick hadn't gone very soft at all, but didn't seem quite as swollen as before. Hopefully Mistress Stacy wouldn't notice until after she tasted our special salad dressing. I didn't want to ruin the surprise!

"Mmmm…Good salad, slut." Lucy smiled at me and I smiled back, feeling quite happy with myself.

We were all sitting at the table and I think it surprised bitch a little bit; perhaps he imagined Mistress Stacy would make us eat off the floor or something equally silly. The fact was that other than being expected to fuck, suck, cook, and clean at her whim, we were otherwise just a regular part of her household while we were there. We could walk and talk relatively freely, although we had to show respect for her and Mistress Lucy obviously, and do whatever we needed to do. If I needed to use the bathroom, I used it. If I wanted a glass of water, I got one. Slave was probably the wrong word for bitch and I, at least in some respects. I think calling us her devotees would be much closer to the truth of it.

"Thank you, Mistress Lucy," I said with a sidelong look at my boyfriend. "Bitch helped with the dressing."

"I'll bet he did." Mistress Stacy gave me a little look, but she was smiling anyway.

"Mistress, may I ask you something…" my boyfriend started and I knew he had a lot of questions, all the ones I should have had but didn't for one reason or another.

"Hmmm, bitch?" She looked at him, sweeping a lock of fine black hair from her eyes.

"If Heather…I mean slut," he cleared his throat, "and I get married and we're your, um, slaves...Are we still going to college and all that? Or…"

"Do you want to go to college?" Mistress Stacy asked him.

"Well, yeah." He shrugged. "I'm going to law school and…"

"So? Keep going. We're here to have fun. It's just an alternative lifestyle, bitch," she said, stabbing at her salad. "A choice, not an obligation."

"Like the world needs more lawyers?" Mistress Lucy grinned.

"More lawyer jokes maybe." I said with a giggle, teasing bitch playfully.

"Thanks." He shook his head at me. "Slut."

"Bitch." I stuck out my tongue and giggled some more. We were gonna have a food fight soon.

"What do you do, Mistress?" Bitch asked Stacy. "I mean, do you work or go to school or something?"

"I'm a dental assistant," she answered and I think bitch and I were both giving her funny looks at that news. "No, really. I work at APD."

"APD?" Lucy looked at her friend.

"Addison Pediatric Dentistry." Mistress Stacy nodded. "I'm really good with kids, so…I work there."

"A dental assistant?" Bitch smiled. "Wow. Okay, I wouldn't have guessed that."

"I wanted to be a teacher," Lucy told us, "But they're a little funny about transsexuals teaching kindergarten for some reason."

"So what do you do, Mistress?" I asked.

"I'm a case officer for Gulf Health Associates. It's the largest HMO in Florida," she said. "Mostly I just try and figure out if someone's covered by their medical insurance or not."

"Case officer?" Stacy smiled. "That sounds important."

"Yeah, right!" The black shemale grinned. "It pays good, but it sucks. Customers hate me when I deny them coverage, management hates me when I approve a big claim…I can't win."

"So you're not like…Pimps or, uh, madams or something?" bitch asked, trying to understand that the two shemale Dommes sitting in front of us were probably pretty normal usually.

"Pimps?" Mistress Stacy laughed and then looked at Lucy. "No, but we do know some people."

"Unsavory people," Mistress Lucy agreed with a nod. "Why? Do you want to be a whore, bitch?"

"Me?" He laughed and even turned a little red. "I want to be a lawyer, is there a difference?"

"Ohhhh…Check you out!" I giggled and we were all laughing at that.

"A good whore makes as much as a good lawyer," Mistress Stacy said while I refilled her wine glass.

"More," Lucy agreed. "That Jewish girl, Stephanie? I bet she pulls down twelve hundred a night, easy, and she doesn't even have a cock."

"But she has to pay her pimp." Stacy ssaid with a shrug.

"Well, yeah." Lucy nodded. "But that still leaves her with, I dunno, a six or seven hundred anyway. She's an escort, you know, so it's sort of legitimate."

"Legitimate?" I wondered at that.

"Florida has more tourists than any place else in the country. Even more than Vegas," she told us, "and all those daddy's want a piece of ass, believe me. Every other year they're trying to legalize prostitution in one way or another, as it is the escort services make out and nobody pushes them."

"How do you know so much about it?" bitch wondered.

"You mean besides training sex puppies for my pimp friends?" Mistress Lucy laughed and I giggled.

"Yeah, besides that." Bitch smiled.

"I worked it for a couple years," she said. "Hooking paid my way through college and trannies make a lot more than regular bitches, believe me. My dance card was always full."

"That's how we met," Mistress Stacy said.

"You paid for her?" My boyfriend grinned and Stacy laughed at him.

"What? No, don't be silly, bitch! I was working for the same agency," she explained. "The weather was good, the hours were great, and the tips…"

"The tips are the kicker, yeah," Lucy agreed. "Old guys living a fantasy? They've been saving their whole lives just to spoil a chick with a dick."

"You'd look good in a dress." Mistress Stacy pointed her fork at bitch.

"Me?" He blinked at her.

"Oh, hell yeah!" Lucy grinned. "You'd be a fine ass little bitch!"

"I've never wanted to be a girl." He shook his head.

"What's that got to do with it?" Stacy asked with a grin. "You're never going to be a girl either way."
"You never wanted to suck a cock before either, right?" I smiled at him. "You should try it, bitch! That would be so sexy!"

"You have the body for it, just a little work, some diet and exercise…I know a good doctor, get you on female hormones." Mistress Lucy nodded slowly.

"Get yourself some nice 36D tits," Stacy suggested. "You'd have the boys lined up, bitch."

"He does anyway, I bet." Lucy grinned and I just listemned and laughed, but I couldn't eat anything.

My stomach was on the edge of acting up and I really dreaded another round of morning sickness. It was fun though, seeing bitch blushing and accepting compliments about how hot he'd look as a girl, or a transvestite at least. Stacy and Lucy seemed pretty sure that he'd be seriously sexy all dressed up and if anyone would know, it would be two gorgeous shemales who'd spent most of their lives passing themselves off as women.

"I'm going to take you shopping, bitch," Mistress Stacy promised him. "Sunday. We'll go to the mall and get your wardrobe started, okay?"

"Uh…Okay, yes Mistress," he replied, but looked a little confused at his sudden agreement. I thought he'd put up more of a fight than that.

"Are you okay, slut?" Lucy asked me, leaning across the table and she could tell I felt a little bad. I'd started sweating and probably looked rather pale about then.

"I get morning sickness sometimes," I said. "It comes and goes."

"Hmmm…" Mistress Stacy frowned at that, reaching to stroke my face. "Why don't you go in the spare bedroom and lie down? Lucy and I can spend the night in the other bedroom."

"With bitch," Lucy said, giving my boyfriend an unmistakable leer.

"Definitely with bitch. We'll start his training," Stacy agreed as she started getting up. "Come on, slut. I'll help you get comfortable."

"I'll be okay," I protested, but she wouldn't take no for an answer, telling me that when I felt better I could join them in the master bedroom.

"Clean up in here, bitch, and then take a shower," Stacy told him. "Make sure you wash everywhere too."

"Don't worry," Mistress Lucy said. "I'll help him."

"Yes Mistress." Bitch licked his lips and then looked at me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I said. "I just need to lie down, but don't lock the bathroom door, okay? I might need it in a hurry."

"We'll leave it wide open," Lucy promised me. "We don't have anything to hide, do we, bitch?"

"Uh, no Mistress." My boyfriend smiled and his cock pointed straight out as he stood up. Obviously all that talk at the table hadn't turned him off in the least and I was glad of that.

"I love you, bitch." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and even gave his cock a squeeze, rubbing my thumb lightly over the smooth crown.

"I love you too, slut." He smiled and grabbed my ass.

"It makes me want to cry," Mistress Lucy sniffed and Stacy rolled her eyes.

"Let's go lie down now, I'll tell you a bedtime story," she told me.

"Oh, goody!" I grinned and tried not to think about how my stomach felt. "I hope it has a happy ending, Mistress."

"Don't worry, all my fairy tales have happy endings." Mistress Stacy promised, holding my hand as we walked towards the bedroom. "Now once upon a time there were two little slaves, named slut and bitch, and they were very, very bad…"

"They were?" I gasped.

"Uh-huh," she said, looking down at me. "See, slut just couldn't keep her hot little mouth off bitch's cock, even though she knew bitch wasn't supposed to cum!"

"Oh!" I put on my contrite face and Stacy just shook her head and smiled.

=-=-Chapter Six-=-=


I woke up sometime later and I felt better, even a little hungry actually, and I wanted a shower. I needed to pee as well and I cocked my head as I heard the unmistakable sound of Mistress Stacy's bed moving. She had a large one, king sized, with old springs or something because it definitely squeaked and creaked when people fucked on it. I smiled to myself, sitting up and stretching and wondering what time it might be.

All the doors were wide open, as Mistress Lucy had promised, and most of the apartment was dark, so it must have been late. The only light came from the master bedroom and I peeked my head inside to see bitch on his back, his legs high and bent over Mistress Lucy's black shoulders as she fucked him missionary, pushging her huge cock deep with every stroke into my boyfriend's asshole. She looked beautiful like that, they both did, and bitch looked like a girl beneath Lucy's big strong body. Her skin glistened with sweat and I could see her muscles flexing as she moved, thrusting with her hips so that the tendons in the back of her thighs tightened and her ass clenched hard with the effort.

Mistress Stacy was there as well and she must have been feeding bitch her cock, although I couldn't tell for certain. The wet slurping sounds a sucking mouth makes around a big penis gave me a pretty good clue though. I wondered if they'd been fucking bitch all night and I supposed they probably had. They were training the boy to be a real cock slut now and I felt my little blonde pussy tremble with envy, feeling like I could use some training myself right about then, but that could wait. It was good that I'd gotten sick maybe, giving bitch some undivided attention and I really hoped he would be okay with being a sex toy for Mistress Stacy. I wanted to marry him now, which seemed completely at odds with my opinion previously, but he'd only been plain old Brandon then. Bitch was the boy I wanted to marry, a faggot cumhole sex slave and not a real man at all.

It was surreal and I wished I could understand how there could be this whole other world hiding beneath the normal one, but I didn't have a head for such things. It was enough for me to know that I enjoyed the way Stacy and Lucy were unwilling to let fantasy reside only in the heart and mind. They were living it as much as they could and inviting bitch and I along for the ride. My boyfriend might need answers and assurances, but I was willing to go on faith. We really could do almost anything we wanted to, so long as we were willing to take a chance.

"Feeling better, slut?" a soft voice wondered.

Mistress Stacy found me just as I stepped into the shower and she was naked now, warm and pink and she hadn't cum yet, at least not for awhile. Her shemale cock jutted upward swollen and ruddy with excitement. I bit my bottom lip, keeping my eyes down and staring at her dick as she flexed her muscles and made it move all by itself. I didn't think I'd ever get tired of that contradiction; a beautiful woman with a man's large cock and balls. I loved it.

"Yes Mistress." I nodded. "I was going to take a shower."

"Good. I'll wash your back," she decided. "Punish you for giving bitch that little blowjob in the kitchen."

"I didn't think you knew about that," I admitted, lifting my chin so she could remove my collar. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I just wanted to…"

"Yeah, I know." Stacy giggled lightly. "Excuses are like assholes, slut, and I'm going to fuck yours. Let's get in the shower, hmmm?"

"Yes Mistress," I said, trying to hide my smile.

My mistress washed me first and she wouldn't let me do anything but stand there under the hot spray and that felt unbelievably good. She washed my body and then my hair and then my body again, deciding that my cunt and ass weren't yet clean enough. I didn't mind, I loved feeling her fingers sliding into my holes, rubbing my hard little clit while she stretched my asshole with one, two, and then three fingers, getting me ready for her fat cock.

She kissed me as well, Mistress Stacy's mouth covering mine, her tongue sliding between my lips. I felt so ready to be fucked when the shemale turned me around finally, letting me brace myself against the shower wall with my ass pushed out and my legs spread as wide as possible in that narrow bathtub we stood in.

I gasped and nodded eagerly as the blunt head of her erection pressed insistently against my anus. I'd never been fucked in the ass until Stacy had punished me for the first time, and I always enjoyed it. Sometimes it even felt better than getting fucked in my pussy and if I'd been born a boy I'd have turned seriously queer, just so I could have my asshole reamed by long hard cocks like Stacy's. That was the best thing about being a girl though, for me at least; I had three holes and they were all eager for cock! My Mistress could have her pick anytime she wanted and I wouldn't complain.

"Ohhhmmmm…" I winced slightly and told myself to breathe, to relax and let that monster prick inside my trembling body.

"That's it, slut…You want it, huh? You love fucking my girly cock with your ass, don't you?" Stacy whispered, holding my hips now and working her rock hard penis back and forth, getting a fraction deeper with each delicious stroke.

"God yeah!" I agreed, looking over my shoulder and nodding. "Fuck my ass, Mistress…I was bad. Punish me!"

"I know you were, slut." She slapped my butt playfully under the shower, sliding her prick another inch deeper. "You think I don't know what goes on in my own kitchen?"

"Ahhhh…Mistress…" I moaned, pushing myself back as my rectum stretched around her. It was a small discomfort, like a cramp, a dull burning sensation that would soon go away.

"Yeah! Fuck my cock, slut," Stacy told me. "Work that tight little ass of yours on my dick, you whore."

"Y-Yesss, oh yes…Uh-huh!" I held myself up with one hand and reached down to rub my cunt with the other. I was going to cum soon, that fat cock in my ass just felt too good. I liked the pain and the fire and the knowledge that this beautiful shemale owned me completely.

"You want to be my whore, slut? You want me to find you a customer to fuck?" She had to be teasing me, I thought, but I couldn't be sure and the idea that she might actually charge a guy money to fuck me sent me over the edge.

"Yesssss…" I hissed between clenched teeth as my knees shook and I rolled my ass against her, feeling that large cock all the way inside me. I was grinding and cumming and rubbing my clit like crazy while my juices spilled out of my cunt only to be washed away.

"Huh, squeeze my dick, slut. Suck my cock with your ass…Jesus, that feels good," Stacy groaned, fucking me hard through my orgasm as my whole body seemed to collapse around her, clasping at her prick and trying to hold her tight inside my bowels.

It was a great fuck and hardly a punishment at all as Mistress Stacy well knew, but she didn't mind. She got off on it just as much as I did and after maybe five minutes of good hard fucking, she came inside me, holding her girl cock as far inside my asshole as she could get it and loosing her hot load. I'd been cumming non-stop, like riding a runaway freight train, and all I wanted to do was wrap my body around my Mistress and squeeze. I felt tight and hot all over, and just standing there in the shower seemed too much work, but it was all I could do until Stacy finished cumming several moments later. She pulled her cock out of me with a weird and wonderfully greasy sensation that made me giggle.

I got down on my knees, washing her clean with my mouth and then soapy hands before working my fingers into my now well-stretched and rather tender anus. Stacy left the shower, drying herself off while she watched me work her creamy semen free of my ass, squatting in the tub with water falling over me, wriggling my fingers around and pushing with my ass muscles while I smiled up at her. I felt shameless in front of the woman and there was nothing I wouldn't do in her presence. Mistress Stacy seemed to like watching me clean my asshole anyway, so I took my time with it and licked my dirty fingers clean just for her.

Part of me wondered how long it would take before I watched bitch do the same thing. Not very long at all, I figured; he was in it now, just like me.

 

Part Three