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COWERING SISSY CUCKOLD by Throne
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by Throne
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COWERING SISSY
CUCKOLD
by Throne
Marty was in his glory. Or rather, Martina was. He stripped naked and opened his secret stash suitcase, which he had brought down from the attic as soon as his wife left for her long weekend with her sister. Now he was going to be able to spend several days in his feminine guise, prancing around the house, viewing sissy porn online, and teasing himself with sex toys. It was going to be heavenly.
He still kept his slender body shaved of all hair, telling his wife that it was a habit he'd picked up when he was on the swim team in college. Actually, he had only been the team's assistant, keeping track of events and cleaning up the guest locker rooms of schools where they competed, after the meets. But the explanation worked and his busty bride of one year, Belle, accepted his smooth state. What she had more difficulty with was his lack of a proper penis. She was a wild child during her own college years and had been attracted to well hung guys. In fact, she had started dating Marty after graduation mainly to slow herself down. It was a comfortable and secure situation that led to marriage.
What the errant husband didn't know was that his wife had installed spy cameras in the bedroom and adjoining bath. She had guessed his sissy secret and confirmed it
with that technology. Her base of operations was the home of her girlfriend Zazie. They had been party girls together from their freshman to senior years. Belle's original thought was to dump her panty-wearing spouse, but Zazie suggested a different path. It was a simple plan which, after briefly considering the advantages it offered, Belle quickly decided to use. There was no sleepover at Belle's sister's place, three hours away. Instead, the scheming females were hunched over a laptop at Zazie's, watching Marty transform himself into Martina.
From his cache of lingerie and such, Marty took a pair of silky thong panties. He stood at the foot of the bed, using them to stimulate his nipples. Very soon he had an erection. Instead of the average six inches, or something even bigger, he sported a mere three-incher, with a tapered head and small balls. His lack of pubic hair made it appear immature, like the equipment of a mere boy.
"Holy crap," Zazie said. "I still can't believe how tiny his pecker is." She shook her head, making her long brunette hair sway and her supersize tits wobble. Those impressive breasts were overfilling a sleeveless top, unbound by any bra.
Belle, an equally big-tit blond, made a sour face. "I've had to put up with that albino asparagus stalk for twelve
months, not to mention the short period while we were dating. I mean, talk about is-it-in-yet issues." She huffed loudly. "Somehow, I imagined that sex would get better. In the beginning, I figured he was just shooting too soon because he got so excited. He's obsessed with my knockers and can't stop playing with them. But his premature problem never resolved itself. And his idea of technique is to hump me like a bunny, with no consideration for my needs."
"That's sad, girlfriend."
They watched Marty step into the panties and work them up his legs. He tucked his miniature man-part down and back. The tight gusset of the undergarment easily held it in place. He admired how feminine that looked in the mirror.
"Oh, Martina," he said in a high voice. "You are so sexy."
His wife made a gagging sound. "If he would at least go down on me, I could have some orgasms. Instead, I've been resorting to a vibrator the past nine months."
"Yeah," said Zazie with a sly smile. "And thinking about all those meat monsters who bedded us while we were getting our higher education."
"That's so true," Belle agreed wistfully. "Especially to Black ones. They just always had something extra, and I don't mean only the bonus inches. There was always a confidence, a take-command attitude. With Marty it's like a combination of a hungry nursing infant and a hair-trigger highschooler." She snorted in disgust.
"After tonight, all your problems will be solved," Zazie said with certainty. "Marty will be happy just to keep the marriage going, and he'll have to accept whatever terms you give him. It's not like he'll risk have his panty problem revealed to everyone he knows."
Belle chuckled. "The videos we've already made would guarantee his cooperation. But after this evening, he'll never be able to pose as a real man again."
They turned their attention back to the screen. Marty had put a diaphanous nighty, a short baby doll one with marabou feathers around the bottom, over his head and was letting it slip sensuously down his body. Once it was in place, he rubbed the lightweight material against his stiff nipples, and gave his laughable lingam a few rubs in its bent back position, with his fingertip running over its top and paying special attention to the head. He purred and wriggled his hips.
Marty told his reflection, "Look at you, girl. I wish pictures of you could be on lots of dirty computer pages, so lots of admirers could see what you've got."
"We'll make that wish come true," Zazie said. "But the pansy boy won't like it."
He took a hatbox from his big suitcase and opened it. Inside was a blond wig that was a mass of tight curls. He carefully perched it on his head and gently tugged it down, getting it in place. Marty licked his lips and puckered them.
He said, "All right, Miss Martina. Time to put on your face."
Zazie said, "And time for us to head over there. We can follow his progress on our phones."
"This is going to be sweet revenge for my lack of a sex life," vowed Belle. "He's going to pay and keep on paying for a long time."
"That's the spirit," Zazie encouraged. "Once he's down and helpless, keep him there."
As Zazie drove across town, Belle watched her husband apply cosmetics. There was foundation, followed by blush and a few touches of shadow. Then came eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, blue shade on his eyelids, and plenty of mascara. He made a moue at himself. Then he outlined his lips, making the border extend beyond their natural size. When he filled it in with blazing scarlet lipstick, the illusion was created of a fuller mouth. To further emphasize the effect, he added a coat of clear gloss.
"Hello," he whispered seductively. "How do you like me? Aren't I just too tempting? Maybe you had better show me what you've got."
He rose and took a long thick vibrator from his collection of goodies. He turned it on, and the device buzzed quietly. Marty pressed it to each of his nipples in turn, which made him breath harder. Pushing the suitcase to the far side of the mattress, he laid back on the bed and spread his legs wide. Then he titillated his stiff tucked dick with the sex toy. It made his hips twitch.
Zazie pulled up to the curb in front of the house next door. She said, "I'll leave lots of room for our special guests when they get here."
"Are you sure they'll be ready to make the move?"
"Definitely. They're about ten minutes away, at the Backwoods Inn, having a drink and getting into the mood to part-tee."
The women got out and stealthily went up the driveway.
Belle silently opened the side door, and they entered the pantry area. Passing through the kitchen, they could hear Marty cooing to himself. Through the living room they went, not making a sound. Belle made sure the front door was unlocked. Outside the bedroom they halted.
Belle loudly announced, "Too bad my sister got the flu."
"At least you hadn't gone too far before she called you," Zazie responded with her well-rehearsed line.
"I'll find Marty and we can all hang out together," the plotting wife concluded.
She threw open the bedroom door. There was Marty, in full Martina mode. He let go of the vibrator and clapped his hands over his chest as if he had boobs to hide. His heavily made-up face was frozen into a mask of alarm. Belle gasped and feigned shock. Zazie looked over her shoulder with eyes wide.
"OMG," said Belle's friend. "Some pervert got into your house."
"We have to phone the police."
"No," Marty cried. "Don't call them. It's me. I was just... I'm only..."
"What's going on?" his wife demanded. "You look like a total sissy."
"This is only a sort of hobby. To relax me."
Thinking quickly and staying on plan, Zazie said, "He might get violent because we discovered his dirty secret."
"I wish we had someone to protect us."
Zazie declared, "There's a friend I can call to come and keep us safe." She hit a preset number on her phone.
Marty got onto his knees. "You don't have to bring anyone else into this. Honest. I won't get out of hand." He leaned forward, arms out in a pleading gesture. That put him off balance and he fell forward.
"EEK!" Zazie improvised. "He's going to attack." She spoke hurriedly into the phone, finishing with Belle's address. "They'll be here real soon. We just have to protect ourselves until then."
"No," Marty insisted, getting off the bed. "Just listen to me."
He took a step forward. Belle grabbed a chair with a scrollwork back and pulled it in front of herself protectively. "Don't come any nearer."
"I just..." He glanced around desperately. "Okay. Let me get back into my regular clothes."
"Don't move," Zazie barked at him. "No grabbing for a weapon."
"What? I don't have any..."
Zazie cut him off with a piercing scream. He was so startled that he sat on the edge of the bed, as if to assure them that he wasn't going to reach for anything or move in their direction. He put his hands on his bare knees, to further display his harmlessness. Marty even attempted a smile, which came off strangely on his made-up face. Those painted lips had a hookerish, slightly demented
look. Belle remained behind the chair, keeping up her illusion of being afraid. Every time Marty tried to speak, they overreacted. Zazie held her phone, with one finger poised over the keys, as if she was about to summon a patrol car or two. Marty calculated what that would lead to and remained docile. He was acutely aware of the sight me made, in the nighty and panties, bewigged, with his face gaudily made up. His lips quivered and he sniffled. The women had to fight to prevent themselves from smiling victoriously.
There was a loud knock at the front door. Marty figured it must me one of their girlfriends, come in response to the call, to back them up. Belle hollered that the door was unlocked and to come in. After they heard someone enter, she said they were at the bedroom door. Marty hoped that whoever was there would talk sense to the girls and he could extricate himself from this sticky situation with a minimum of damage. In his mind he was remounting the defense that dressing was simply a way for him to manage stress. When he saw who appeared behind his wife and her friend, his mind went blank. Instead of one of Belle's peers, it was two tall Black men. They wore muscle shirts that exposed powerful arms. As they stepped into the room, he saw their worn jeans, which highlighted enviable bulges between their legs. Marty trembled uncontrollably.
"Oh, Tyree," Zazie said with exaggerated relief. "I'm so glad you and Javon got here so quickly. Belle's husband has turned into some kind of kinky freak."
Tyree, who had short hair and a chin beard, said, "More like a super freak. Like he escaped from one of them drag clubs in the city."
"Damn right," agreed Javon, whose hair was full on top but shaved on the sides. He wore a mustache and had a soul patch under his lower lip. "The weirdo could throw a hissy fit and try to hurt us. We better take her down and get her all disabled."
"That isn't necessary," Marty objected weakly. His voice was small and high as a result of all the upset.
"Hey girls," Tyree said, keeping his eyes on Marty. "You got anything we can use to keep this sissy in line?"
Belle said, "I'll get something from the pantry."
She hurried off to grab the items that she had laid out before leaving. There was a roll of wide electrical tape and scissors. After she returned, Tyree said that he and Javon would try to manage Marty. They were both tall and fit, while he was short and had an office worker's soft body.
As they rushed in to grab him, they acted like he might hurt them both at any second. They manhandled him to his feet. Tyree got behind him, pulling back hard on the white guy's bent arms.
"Quick, man," Tyree said. "Get the tape."
As if this was an emergency, Javon grabbed it. Tyree forced Marty's hands forward until they were close to each other. Javon hurriedly pulled out a long strip of tape to wrap around the husband's wrists, making it good and tight before accepting the scissors and cutting it. Marty had his palms flat against each other so that, when his hands were taped, they were left in a prayerful position. Tyree pretended to be relieved. He held onto the captive's shoulders, digging his dark fingers into the white flesh. Javon knelt and wound another length of tape around his ankles, further incapacitating him. Marty appeared terrified.
"That was a close one," Tyree estimated. Unseen by the women, he gave Marty's bottom a squeeze. Then he demanded, "What's your sissy name, girl?"
"I'm... I call myself Martina. But if we could just talk for a minute..."
"Shut it, Martina," said the Black man. "You owe your wife some explaining. How long have you been a faggot?"
"What? I'm not..."
Javon picked the vibrator up off the bed. He observed, "This sure looks like a cock you were playing with."
Marty pleaded, "Just listen to me and I'll..."
He was silenced by Javon pulling his panties down in back. Tyree bent the taped guy far over at the waist. Suddenly Marty felt the blunt nose of the device pushing against his puckered nether opening.
"No, please," he begged. "Don't stick that in there."
"How else are we going to give you a sissy test?" Javon wanted to know. He got behind him and shoved his crotch against Marty's bottom. "Do I have to give you the real thing?"
Marty could feel how huge the covered cock was. "NO!" "So, you want the plastic one. Right?"
In a panic, he agreed, "Yes. I want that one."
"You hear that?" Javon asked the females. "The pansy wants a plastic prick up his poop chute."
"Hold on. I didn't mean..."
Javon spit into his palm, smeared saliva over the business end of the sex toy and put it back in the ready position. While it was still wet, he gave a solid push, forcing the end inside Marty's butt. The captive husband wailed in pain and surprise. His tormentor eased more of the device in. There was a wide section, which he crammed past the tight ring. Behind that was the base, designed so that the entire length couldn't enter and get trapped in someone's tailpipe. The first wide section also prevented it from sliding out. The switch was still accessible. Javon activated the vibrating function. Marty gasped and strained against his bonds. What he was feeling was incredibly and perversely arousing. His little dick twitched. It began to grow. He whimpered as it engorged against his will.
"See there?" Tyree pointed at the front of the panties, where swelling was evident. "Looks like you married yourself a Grade A girly-boy, Belle."
"Truth," seconded Javon. "They got them miniature peckers like his. And another way to tell what they are, is that their nipples are easy to turn them on with, like as if they were real girls. You try it, pretty lady."
Belle came forward hesitantly, still pretending for her husband's benefit. She slowly brought her hands up and began to finger his hairless chest through the filmy nighty. He moaned from pleasure and his dick unbent itself, to tent the front of the panties.
"It's true," Belle exclaimed. "Marty -- I mean Martina -- is a homo."
"Get an eyeful of that itty bitty pickle of his," Zazie exclaimed. "It looks like something you'd see on an appetizer plate."
"Day-um," Tyree said. "It's so much smaller than what I got. You see, Belle?"
The busty wife glanced down at the juncture of the Black man's legs. What she saw made her eyes go wide.
"Oh MY. If I didn't have a husband..."
"You know," Tyree pointed out, "we just found out that you don't have one. You got more like a sister."
As if none of this had been planned, Belle said, "You're right. I certainly don't want to go to bed with a fruit who's hung like a fruit fly." She stepped closer to the Black man. "Can I touch it?"
"Sure, babe. Give it a rub, like it's a magic lamp."
When she ran her fingers back and forth over the impressively long and thick shape, through the tight denim, Marty cried out, "Stop that, Belle. I forbid it."
"Really?" She sneered at him. "Well, Martina, I forbid you to try to sound like a man. Let everybody hear your sissy voice and then keep on using it."
"I can't..." He closed his mouth when Tyree brandished his fist. All at once speaking in a higher register, which made him sound silly when he tried to give an order, Marty told his wife, "You can't touch him like that. I won't let you."
The room broke out in laughter. "Look at you," she said. "In your pretty pink panties and that sexpot nighty, and all taped up. You can't stop me from doing any damn thing I
please. Like this, for instance." To demonstrate, she returned her fingers to his nipples. There was a brief moment of teasing, that made him arch his back, before she unexpectedly switched to pinching, and then twisting. Marty wailed and almost lost his balance. Javon steadied him, taking advantage of the moment to give the vibrator a push. Not until her husband was close to tears, did she cease.
"You deserve a lot worse than that," she told him.
"What Martina needs," Tyree suggested, "is to have her girly ass spanked. How about that?"
"What a wonderful idea," enthused Belle.
The Black man pulled out the scroll-back chair and sat on it. His buddy lifted Marty off his feet, set him by Tyree, and draped him across the waiting lap. The sissy's bottom faced upward, exposed and vulnerable.
Tyree said, "I don't want to bang my hand on that butt plugger sticking out between his cheeks. You girls got something I can use to smack his white fanny?"
Zazie said brightly, "I'm sure I can find exactly what you need."
She scurried off to the kitchen, with her big jugs bouncing. When she returned, she was holding a narrow cutting board, one end of which shaped as a handle. It resembled a fraternity paddle. Tyree wrapped his long fingers around it and hefted it, taking a few test swings through empty air.
"I couldn't use this." He contradicted his words by swinging it hard against Marty's uncovered ass, landing it just below the protruding sex toy. "It's too hard." SMACK. "And thick." SMACK. "It'd make a mess of this soft tail end." SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
Marty was shrieking and trying to get away. His bound limbs jerked but couldn't accomplish anything beyond making him look silly. Tyree kept swinging mercilessly, driving his prey to tears and making him blubber. The unmuscular bottom went from white to pink to red. It ended up as dark a shade as Marty's lipstick. When he was finally rolled off Tyree's lap and put back on his feet, he couldn't stop shuddering.
Belle went to him. "Is there anything else you want to tell me, Martina? Do you want to say what I'm not allowed to do? How about if I feel like going further than just touching Tyree's monster cock through his pants?" She got down on her knees. The Black man stood up. "Maybe
I want to take it out of his pants. It'd be nice to handle something bigger than that shrimp dick of yours, fag." She undid Tyree's belt, unfastened his jeans, and lowered his fly. Then she tugged down the pants and shorts together. What she uncovered was amazing to behold. He had a killer cock, long and thick, with a fat knob. Just seeing it made Marty feel inadequate to the extreme. He swallowed drily and couldn't take his fascinated eyes off it. His wife couldn't keep her eager hands away. "I've been missing meat like this since I met my wimp hubby," she declared.
With a brief massage she had it standing up, even more stupendous than when it had been flaccid. Belle goggled at her prize. She lapped it up its underside and then capped the end with her mouth, tightening her lips, and sucking hard. Marty groaned miserably. His cherished dreams of sexual contentment evaporated before his eyes. Belle's bodacious tatas might never again be his to fondle. She went to work like a high-class hooker with her best-tipping client. Her hands and mouth worked non-stop. Tyree growled his appreciation. His muscular body tensed.
He told her, "You got the skills, bitch."
She reacted by taking his entire length down her throat, until his large balls were against her chin. Tyree swore out loud. She pulled her head back and plunged it forward
several times. He was about to spurt. Belle backed off until only the head was past her lips. She pumped him furiously with one hand. He snarled and unloaded his balls. Her cheeks ballooned. She didn't swallow. Breathing through her nose, she milked every last drop from him. Everyone watched as she stood gracefully and went to Marty. She got so near that her ginormous chest-warmers were half flattened against his ribs. Her mouth met his and she opened her lips. He was so startled that his jaw dropped. Belle pushed a huge gob of fresh warm spunk from her mouth into his. Marty gagged but she kept her lips locked on his. She fed him every dram of semen that she could. Then she pulled back her head, used her hand to make sure his jaws stayed open wide, and spit several times onto his tongue. He was revulsed and horrified but took it all. Worse for him, his misbehaving penis refused to get limp. The vibrator continued its unwanted stimulation. Cum ran down his trembling chin. His bottom still blazed. He thought he was totally defeated but there was more to come.
"I know you loved that, Martina," his wife told him. "My only regret is that, now that I sucked Tyree off, he won't be able to give me what I really need, which is a proper screwing with his gorgeous cock."
"Whoa there," the Black stallion said, tucking himself back into is pants. "What are you talking about? I'll be ready for more action after a drink and half an hour."
"I forgot how fast real men are ready for Round 2," Belle said. "I've been with pathetic One-Shot-and-Done for too long."
"Well, you get me a beer or some wine, or maybe a 7 and 7, and I'll be on my way to showing you The Main Event."
She went to the kitchen and reappeared with a lowball glass full of ginger ale, whiskey and ice. "There's more where this came from."
"Bitch, are you trying to get me drunk? Think you can take advantage of me?"
Belle laughed. "Hardly. Let me rinse my mouth and brush my teeth, so I don't have spunk breath, like Martina."
"It tastes so awful," Marty sobbed.
"Sissy," Tyree told him. "Don't be insulting my white sauce."
Zazie went to Javon and into his waiting arms. They kissed passionately and he helped himself to double handfuls of her inviting ass. Then they stepped apart and he openly pawed her magnificent tits. His hands burrowed under her top, so he could experience them skin-on-skin. She murmured happily and hugged him, so that his hands sank into her twin pillows.
She said to Belle, "While Tyree is recharging his batteries, how about if me and Javon grab a quickie?"
"Go for it," Marty's wife encouraged. "But use the guest bedroom. I want to be the first to get poked by someone other than my failure of a husband here in the master bedroom..." She smiled at her new partner. "... of which Tyree will be the Master."
Marty looked sick. He had no way to wipe the telltale cream off his lips or chin. His eyes were red from weeping. Tyree took a sip from the drink Belle had made and delivered to him. She gazed at his dark face worshipfully. The other couple departed. Soon their lovemaking could be heard from the room across the hall, the door of which they had intentionally left open. Both of them were noisy lovers.
After their sexual exertions were over, Tyree decided, "I'm ready to go again."
Belle clung to his muscular arm, her light skin in contrast to his deep coloring. She snuggled against him. Marty couldn't believe that his wife was about to openly cheat on him, and with the man who he had been spanked by, and who she had fellated. The bound husband's head spun. He wished he could at least remove his wig and clean off his make-up, but even that small consolation was denied to him. Instead, he had to stand still and watch while the soon-to-be lovers undressed each other. As Belle's titanic tits were uncovered, she flaunted them at her helpless husband.
"You won't be messing with these anymore, ever again. They're off limits to sissy boys. Only a real man like Tyree can have them."
She pivoted toward the tall Black stud, and he cheerfully massaged her freakishly large jugs. Belle closed her eyes halfway and purred. Soon both of them were naked. He eased her onto the bed. Tyree got on top of the panting beauty. Marty's traitorous dick was saluting again. He couldn't wish away his erection, as much as he wanted to. Tyree pointed it out and said it was further proof of what a big pervert the man was.
The other couple looked in on them. Zazie said, "When White can't do it right, Black will keep you coming back."
As if to accentuate that point, Tyree eased his girthy cock
into Belle's moist welcoming pussy. He buried inch after inch while her wordless voice rose and fell, until he was in up to his root. For long seconds he just stayed that way.
"You want to be fucked, bitch?" he demanded. "Yes." Her voice was strained by passion. "Please." "You going to let your pussy husband into your pussy?" "No. Never."
"You going to make him eat your snatch?" "What? Oh. He never did that."
"He will now, unless he wants an even harder paddling then I gave him before." To Marty he said, "Hey, you with the pint size pecker. You going to eat this bitch's twat when she says to eat it?"
"I..." He choked on the words. "Yes. Yes, Sir," he added respectfully. "Whatever she says."
"And WHEN-ever she tells you?"
"I promise. Just please don't paddle me anymore."
"You heard the sissy," he told Belle. "The panty boy says he'll eat at the Y whenever you give the order."
Between deep breaths she said, "That's fine. But right now, I want you to screw me until can't see straight."
"You got it, girl," he told her and began pumping vigorously.
Tyree altered his angle of penetration, his speed, and his tempo. He kept her writhing and mewing for almost an hour, to Marty's disbelief. The hapless husband had never passed the five-minute mark, not even on his best night. His usual was three or less. Three inches for three minutes, tops. Now he had to witness his bride being pushed into two very vocal orgasms. Finally, as the hour was about to end, Tyree redoubled his efforts. He sent her into the sexual stratosphere, with a climax that made her holler. He allowed himself to finish at the same time.
After they came back down to Earth, she didn't want to let go of him.
He finally said, "Babe, you got to ease up. Let me grab my drink off the nightstand and finish it."
"Okay," she sighed. "You're the boss." "How's that tight pussy of yours?" "It's kind of sore."
"You'll get used to it. We'll be doing the deed a lot. I'm going to resize your honeypot." To Marty he said, "Hey, Martina. Thanks for not stretching her tunnel of love. Not that you have the equipment to do that. But the woman says I left her sore down there. What we going to do about that?"
"What...?
To Belle, Tyree suggested, "Maybe your puss needs some tender loving care. This could be a good time to take Martina up on her promise."
"You mean...?"
"That's the deal. She soothes your snatch with her mouth, and you collect another Big O, to start making up for all the ones you missed because her pecker is so puny."
"Wow," Belle marveled softly. "I can do that?" She exhaled through pursed lips. "I really CAN do it." To Marty she said, "Hi, I'm Belle. I'll be your server this evening. If Tyree will help you get into position, I'll give you your first of many helpings of cream pie." She laughed nastily.
As the big Black man got up and put his arms tightly around Marty, he whispered into the cuckold's ear, "You do a real fine job, sissy. Otherwise, I'll take you downtown in your girly get-up, and give you to Willie the Pimp for an entire weekend and tell him he can keep whatever he makes off your mouth -- and that pretty ass." He tapped the buzzing vibrator to punctuate his point.
Marty whined, "My ass? Nooooo."
Tyree wrestled him into place, with his face close to Belle's pussy. The Black man laid alongside his new lover. Marty had to struggled forward like an inchworm to get his mouth against his wife's very messy, well creamed, oozing slit. He took his first lick and nearly fainted. This was unthinkable. Yet he kept working, while the happy couple
kissed and intimately touched each other. Belle crossed
her ankles to keep her husband's face snugly against her recently used pussy. He did an expert job, that ended with her having another, albeit smaller, climax.
"I like what Martina just did for me," she concluded. "Guess I'll never have to wash myself down there after sex, now that I have a clean-up sissy to take care of the job."
"That's my bitch," Tyree congratulated. "You understand how to treat that pink boy. Martina is going to get just what she needs from both of us."
