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Chapter Eight - Mandy's Party She walked into her bedroom, leaving me on the balcony to ponder what had just happened. I was feeling very good about myself, but uncomfortable about her invitation to clean out her pussy. After a while she called out to me. "Danni!? You better come get a shower so you can get dressed." I stood to enter her bedroom and as I walked in I saw Grace sitting in front of her vanity working on her makeup. She was putting it on thick tonight. She looked especially sexy and alluring, especially when the sexy lingerie set she wore was taken into consideration. "When do I see my outfit?" I asked. "Patience darling," she soothed me. "I told you! Patience. It will be laid out for you when you get out of the shower. I can't wait to see you model it for me. You are going to look so sexy tonight! I'll probably want to fuck you again when we get home." I smiled. That sounded good. I liked this side of Grace better. I was thrilled with myself for finally pleasing her with my penis, instead of my mouth. I removed the lingerie I'd been wearing all morning and placed it in Grace's hamper. I'd clean it tomorrow. I then entered her bathroom to shower. Grace was still sitting at her vanity putting on her makeup. "Be sure to shave honey," she reminded me as I walked by. "There's a razor in the shower." Thus, I knew she meant my legs as opposed to my face. The only soap in the shower was scented bath liquid. It was funny - I'd come to accept that whenever I showered at Grace's I always smelled fresher than when I showered at my place where I had no feminine bath products. I took a long shower. The hot water felt so soothing and relaxing. I toweled off and then shaved my face so that I was, literally, hairless all over except my head. When I entered Grace's bedroom, I saw the "outfit" she purchased for me in Dallas for the first time. I was taken aback immediately by the presence of some very sexy lingerie. Surely that wasn't my "outfit" I thought. I was standing at the bathroom door staring at the bed and the clothing lying upon it when Grace exited her closet. She was already dressed for the party. My jaw dropped when I saw her. She smiled at my reaction. "You like?" she asked as she twirled, giving me a full view. I was speechless. It wasn't that she wasn't beautiful. She was! I was, frankly, torn. She was so hot - so sexy - so utterly sultry looking that I could only imagine how the other men at the party were going to react to her. I wasn't sure I wanted that. But it was obvious I wasn't going to stop her. "You look amazing Grace!" I declared. She was wearing a short, tight blue jean skirt, with cowgirl appliqu? stitched across the bottom. She wore a halter-top cowgirl gingham shirt in red and white checks that was tied into a knot just above her belly button and around her neck. Her cleavage was on full display. She also was obviously wearing a garter belt holding up her textured black stockings and a pair of beautiful cowgirl boots. "Yee haw!" she giggled. "We're going as cowgirl and cowboy to the party." "We are?" I asked, a bit taken back. I'd never worn western clothing before and wasn't sure if it was my style. Besides, the clothing on her bed didn't look all that western to me. Gesturing toward the bed I asked, "Is that my outfit?" "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Don't you love it?!" I was having difficulty matching her enthusiasm. "So y, you want me to we, wear lingerie to the party?" "Just under your clothes silly!" she explained. "And just for me. I like thinking of you like that. It will have me wanting you all night, so we can fuck again when we get home." "I, I d, don't know," I hesitated. "What?!" she asked exasperated. "I bought this especially for you Danni! I can't believe you won't wear it for me. It is only under your outfit. For meee?" she pleaded. Fuck! What was I going to say? Shoot! I'd been wearing lingerie under my work clothes for her. I guess it wouldn't hurt to wear it tonight. "Okay," I relented. "Oh goodie! Now I'll be thinking dirty, sexy thoughts during the entire party." "Excellent!" I said. "So, what else am I going to wear?" "You go ahead and put on the lingerie while I get the rest of your western duds from the closet," she said. I began putting on the lingerie. She'd bought me a light pink garter- belt with a matching pair of panties. I fastened the garter-belt around my waist and then put on the black silk stockings. I then pulled the panties up my legs. They seemed a little tight as I pulled them up. I had to push to press my penis inside of the front. They were definitely smaller than what I'd been wearing. My penis felt constricted. There was also a light pink, lace camisole. Just as I finished, Grace exited her closet carrying a pair of jeans, belt, a shirt and a pair of boots - cowboy boots. She whistled when she saw me dressed in the pink lingerie. "Oh boy!" she declared. "I don't know if I'll be able to wait until we get back home to fuck you cowboy," she laughed. "They're kind of tight," I said. "What?" she asked. "Everything looks fine to me. What's tight?" "M, my, the panties. They seem snug." "Ohh!" she said understandingly. "That's right. I bought them a little smaller than usual. I thought they might look better under your jeans if you were a little better, ah, contained down there. In fact, you should probably tuck yourself under to make the jeans fit and look just right." I didn't get it - at first. "Huh?" I said. Grace approached me and set down the other clothes on the bed. "Here," she said. "Let me show you," she said as she reached out and pulled out the waist-band of my panties. "Let's take this fella," she said as she grabbed my penis and pushed it between my thighs, "and tuck him under like this. Now, you won't see that bulge in your jeans, and they'll fit and look much better." I felt embarrassed to be handled like that, but was so caught off guard that I couldn't form any words to protest. "Uh, okay," I said uncomfortably. "Here's the rest of your outfit," she said as she handed me the boots, jeans, shirt and belt. "Try them on. I hope they fit." I didn't have to look too closely to realize that this was not something I'd have purchased for myself. I knew already though how sensitive she was about what she'd bought. The jeans were decidedly designer looking. The appliqu? on the back pockets was sewn with gold and silver metallic thread, much like on her skirt. The legs were fairly narrow looking as well. I stepped in the legs and pulled them up as far as they'd go. Even before I fastened them they were a bit snug to my crotch. I was afraid they were too small. Grace was watching me closely as I struggled to get them on. "These are a little tight," I pointed out. "Yes," she agreed. "That's how they're cut. It's a bit of a new western style," she explained. I was finally able to get them above my buttocks and pulled to my waist. They didn't have a zipper. They snapped up the front. I started to fidget with them when Grace handed me the shirt and told me to put it on first, as it had to be tucked in. The shirt was a cowboy design. It was black. The design on the front and back was very extravagant. It looked like a vine of some sort, with roses growing from it, formed out of green, rose and light blue thread. I also didn't love the longer than usual, collar points. The fabric was satiny and lightweight, although not shiny. The long sleeves were a little loose and blousey, and the cuffs were snug when fastened. When I began to fasten the pearl buttons, it was awkward. Then I realized that the buttonholes were backward from what I was used to. I'd never even thought of it before, but I wasn't used to fastening a shirt in reverse. Then, as I finally got the buttons connected, I realized that the shirt fit quite snugly across my chest. It wasn't that it was uncomfortable - quite the opposite. It felt nice. It just felt different. I looked to Grace to see if she approved. She was smiling as though she was extremely pleased. Guessing what I was thinking she said, "You look so hot in that Danni! I hope you don't make me jealous tonight. The other girls at the party are going to so love your outfit. Go ahead and tuck it in and pull up your jeans so we can see how it looks." I stuffed the thin shirt material inside of the jean waist and pulled it up as far as it would go, which was to just at my hips. I could see now why having tighter than usual panties was a good idea. The profile of the front of the jeans was snugger than I normally wore, and if my penis wasn't pulled in securely between my thighs, I would have probably looked a bit vulgar with my bulge showing. Getting the jean snaps close enough to fasten was difficult. When I finally had them secure the jeans fit me very tightly - much more so than any jeans I'd ever worn. I was quite consciously aware of how constricting they were against my penis, now doubly confined. Grace then handed me a very thin, red, leather belt with a shiny silver buckle. It looked very feminine to me. "Is th, that a wo, woman's belt?" I asked. Grace looked perplexed. "No! Why would you ask that Danni?" "It ju, just doesn't look very masculine," I said. "This is genuine Cayman alligator! It's the latest fashion dummy," she dismissed my concern. "Besides, look at your belt loops. Anything wider wouldn't fit." She was right. The jean belt loops were small. That was when it hit me that the jeans looked pretty feminine as well. I almost said something, but I didn't want to ruin it for Grace. She was extremely excited about the outfit, although I did not love it. I slid the belt through the tiny loops and tried to pull it tight to fasten it, but the last hole left the belt hanging loose in front. I looked at Grace to see what I should do and she said, "I wouldn't worry about it. The jeans fit fine without the belt. Belts are really just for show anyway." Finally, she handed me the boots. The bottom portion of the boot was made of the skin of what looked like a snake. It was colored red. Grace told me it was Python. The snake. The upper portion was black with antiqued red inlay. The toes were narrow and somewhat pointy. "These are the latest in cowboy boot fashion," Grace gushed as I looked them over. "They were very expensive," she added, as if that fact alone justified wearing them. "I've never worn cowboy boots before," I told her. "I think you'll like them. Everyone I know who has tried them has liked them. Rex loves them," she said, referring to her boss. "Put them on," she urged me. I sat on the edge of the bed and examined them. Although I'd never worn cowboy boots before, these looked different to me. The heels weren't quite as wide as I thought they should be, and these seemed a bit taller to me. As if reading my mind, Grace chimed in, "I could have gotten slightly lower heels, but I thought this way you would be as tall as me. I know how that makes you feel uncomfortable." I looked at her questioningly. "You do?" I asked. "How did you know that?" She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just thought what man would want to seem small next to his girlfriend." Ouch! That hurt! "Hurry up! Put them on!" she said. "We need to be going." I leaned over and tugged the first boot up and onto my foot. It was very tight. I then pulled the other on. I pulled the tight jean legs down over the boots and then stood. At first I teetered, but I suppose my practice wearing women's high heels kicked in and I was able to get my balance. Grace came to me immediately and looked me directly in the eye. "There!" she declared. "Isn't it better to be on the same level with me?" She then pulled me close and gave me a deep, full kiss. "My handsome, sexy cowboy!" she cooed as she rubbed my crotch with her hand. "Mmmm," she sighed. "That feels nice like that," she said referring to my restrained penis. I felt my penis twitch, but it didn't budge from it's tight constraint. I turned to see myself in the full-length mirror and it was then that, for the first time, I was struck with how I appeared. I was so stunned that I was afraid to even verbalize it. The word that came to mind was not 'masculine' though. The height of the heels of the cowboy boots made my butt jutt out, much like women's high heels did. The jeans sat low on my waist -basically like hip huggers - and were skin-tight. My front profile looked feminine to me. There was no sign of a manly bulge. I could only imagine what others at the party would think. And the shirt, pulled snugly across my chest, looked more like a blouse. I hoped no one would be able to see the camisole that I was wearing beneath it. When I turned to see what Grace thought, she was smiling broadly, obviously happy with how I looked. "You look so handsome Danni. I can't wait to show you off tonight." "Uh, th, thank you," I said. "Are you sure I look okay?" I asked. "Are you kidding?! You look so amazing!" she said. "Even better than I'd hoped." She held her arm out for me to take and asked, "Shall we go then?" "I suppose," I answered, although I was having a difficult time showing enthusiasm. I was certain that others at the party would think I didn't look very manly. When we walked out of her bedroom and toward the elevator, I saw two hats setting on the table next to her apartment entrance, where she always dropped off her keys and purse. Grace picked up one, a pretty pink felt cowgirl hat with a band adorned with turquoise surrounding the top and placed it on her head. "What do you think?" she asked. "It looks great!" I said. Grace definitely looked good in her clothes. But as beautiful as she was, anything would look good on her. "Thank you sir," she replied giddily. Grace was obviously excited about her wardrobe selections. "I got one for you too!" she said as she picked up the other hat and placed it upon my head. I looked in the mirror. The hat was red, matching my belt and boots, and had a black band around it with a silver heart in the center. "The heart represents my love for you Danni," Grace explained before I could protest that it looked like a woman's hat to me. "Oh," was all I could muster. "Th, thank you." "You're welcome baby. I think you are going to be the best looking man at the party tonight." We then entered the elevator and I headed out, with trepidation, to an evening I was no longer looking forward to. Grace was doing her best to make me feel like a man with her compliments, but I felt uncomfortable in the clothes she had bought me. Maybe it was because I just wasn't used to western wear. But I was pretty sure it was something else. It wasn't quite hot pants, but I felt like I looked more effeminate than manly. When we entered the lobby, my level of self-consciousness rose a few degrees. The combination of the tight hip hugger jeans and the high- heeled cowboy boots made me feel like I was walking as I'd been lately when dressed as a woman and wearing high heels. My hips were swaying and there was something about the heels that made me walk with one foot in front of the other - a very feminine movement. I tried not to, but couldn't seem to change the motion. Grace was also walking with a sexy sway. The difference was that she was a sexy woman and was dressed as such. I admired again how the tight jean skirt hugged her beautiful ass. I momentarily forgot about how I perceived myself and basked in the glory of being her boyfriend. No matter what anyone at the party thought of me, that I was Grace's was something they couldn't take from me. Walter gave us a nod as we passed. "Have a good evening Miss Andrews, Danni," he said. Smiling, Grace replied, "Thank you Walter. I'm certain that we will." I noticed Walter watching us as we walked past him. I wondered if he was ogling Grace, or noticing my tight jeans. Grace drove us to the party. I was quiet during the ride, thinking of what people would say about my outfit. It was too late to turn back. I knew that if I told Grace that I didn't want to go through with it - I didn't want people to see me dressed so effeminately - that I might as well forget any future that she and I might have. She'd never forgive me. Grace, for her part, whether she knew what was on my mind or not, left me alone with my thoughts. As we pulled in front of Mandy's house, there was a valet parking service. A young man wearing white shorts and a blue t-shirt opened my door and said, "Good evening ma'am." I heard him, clearly and unmistakably, confuse me with a woman. My head jerked toward Grace to see if she'd heard, but she was already exiting her side of the car. I stepped out as the young man held my door. I was too embarrassed to correct him and draw even more attention to the error. I simply said thank you very softly and immediately walked away to join Grace. As we walked to the front door I glared at Grace. "Did you hear that?!" I seethed. "What?" she asked innocently. "What that valet called me?" "No. What did he call you? Did he insult you? I'll say something to Mandy." "He called me 'ma'am'!" I snapped. "Oh! Is that all? That doesn't sound insulting. I'm sure he was only trying to be polite." "Grace!" I whined. "He thought I was a woman!" Grace shook her head. "I'm sure you're being too sensitive Danni. He couldn't even see you that well. It was probably just an innocent mistake. Or else you heard him wrong. Now let's go inside and have some fun," she said as if the subject were over. I stopped. I was going to put my foot down. I looked like a sissy damn it! I couldn't go in dressed like this. Grace turned to see why I'd stopped, and could see that I was upset. She came back to me and touched me gently on the side of my face. "Danni dear," she began. "Please don't let some innocent comment ruin a potentially wonderful evening. He didn't mean anything. You look fantastic. You're my boyfriend. I want to show you off to my friends. And later, if you behave, I'll make it so worth your while. The only person who you have to please is me. Do you understand that?" she asked sweetly. I tried to calm down. Ultimately, I didn't have the backbone to stand up to Grace. Plus, I loved her so much I couldn't stand to let her down. I said, "Yes," and we walked together up the front steps and rang the bell. She got her way again. The door was opened by a cute young girl who was wearing a short, black skirt and a frilly white blouse. "Good evening la, ah, ma'am and ah, sir?" she greeted us. Fuck! So far - two for two - everyone thought I was a woman. "May I get you each a drink?" Before I could speak, Grace said she'd like a Cosmo and that her 'date' would have glass of Pinot Grigio. "Yes ma'am," the young girl said, and walked off to retrieve our drinks. Grace turned to me immediately and stopped me. "Just chill Danni. She did not think you were a woman. She called you 'sir.' Now relax and have fun. "White wine?" I hissed. "Couldn't you have ordered me something like a beer instead? Considering?" "Considering?" she asked innocently. "Considering what? I thought you liked white wine." "I do," I agreed. "But considering that I look like a si, si, you know, drinking white wine kind of puts an emphasis on how I look." "Do really think you look like a sissy Danni?" she asked sternly. "Or is that what you want people to think?" What?! How could she think I'd want people to think of me as a sissy? "Of course not!" I protested. "Then I'd suggest you stop acting like one. Then maybe people will stop seeing you as one." Ouch! That hurt! But I couldn't think of a comeback. By then the girl had returned with our drinks. I accepted my wine and Grace turned to toast me. "To my man!" I clinked her glass with a rueful smile, accepting that I was there and couldn't leave now without causing a scene. I said a silent prayer that, if there were a God, he'd quit subjecting me to confusion over my gender for the rest of the party. Just then Mandy saw us. Shr left the people she was talking to and came over to greet us. "Hi Gracie!" she said as she hugged Grace. Turning to me she said, "Danni! I'm so glad you could come!" she hugged me closely and let her hand rub my back. "Oh! Your shirt feels so soft!" "Let me have a look. I love your outfit. Did Grace buy that for you in Dallas?" "Yes," I answered. "Thank you." "I love your jeans! Such a nice fit! Sweet boots too! The whole thing! Maybe I could borrow it sometime?" she laughed. I thought I'd croak then and there. She quickly laughed and said, "Just kidding! It wouldn't work for me." Grace jumped in to change the subject. "Mandy! The house looks great!" "Thanks," she replied. "I don't know what I would have done without Sissy's help. She's a gem Grace! You better treat her right. I'd steal her from you in a heartbeat." She turned to me and asked, "Have you met Grace's maid yet Danni?" Caught off guard on the subject, I stuttered, "Ah, y, yes, I have." "She's beautiful isn't she?" "Uh, I su, suppose," I conceded reluctantly. Mandy giggled. "I understand Danni. You don't want Grace to know you lust after her hot maid. But no man couldn't possibly not think she's beautiful. I'm sure Grace would understand. Wouldn't you Grace?" she asked. "Absolutely Mandy! If Danni didn't think Sissy was beautiful, I'd be disappointed." "Well, come on in and mingle," Mandy said. "We can talk more later. It's great to have you guys here," she said as she left us to greet other guests. Grace and I walked further into the crowd together. As we did, Grace leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You do realize that Sissy is beautiful - don't you Danni?" I looked at her quizzically. "Why can't you just accept that part of you Danni? I love the 'Sissy' in you. I also love the 'Danni.' There's more than one facet to every diamond. Why can't you accept that?" "I d, don't know," I said. "It just seems so unnatural, I guess." "Well, I like Sissy. And I think she's beautiful. You should at least be willing to acknowledge her beauty." Before I could respond, two other girlfriends of Grace's walked up and they greeted each other joyfully with girly hugs. I'd met them at Grace's a few weeks earlier. "Hi Danni!" they screeched and each hugged me. Every time one of them touched me, though, I worried about what they'd think of my shirt material. And every time, they did not fail to disappoint by commenting on the softness of the material. The three girls were chattering and catching up with each other. Gayle, one of her friends, had heard that Grace has just spent the week in Dallas with the Texas Oil Drillers Association. She wanted to hear all about it. "Did you get 'drilled'?" she giggled. Grace didn't flinch. "You know I don't 'kiss and tell'," she laughed. I wondered what Gayle meant by 'get drilled?' I didn't like the sound of it though. Gayle teased back, saying, "Oh! Excuse me for asking!" she said sarcastically. "I thought you liked having your well explored with big drill bits." The other girls began laughing hysterically at Gayle's comeback. I didn't think it was so funny. I already had my own concerns about Grace and what she may have done at the meeting. For her girlfriends to so easily tease about it made me uncomfortable. Then suddenly, as we stood chatting with her friends, I noticed across the yard a man I could not believe was at the party. My worry about what Grace may have done in Dallas quickly evaporated. It was the managing partner of my law firm! What was he doing here?! I watched him out of the corner of my eye, and as I did, I observed Mandy approach him and give him a big hug. I got Grace's attention and asked if she knew the man. She said she didn't, and asked why. I told her who he was and wondered why Mandy would have invited him to her party. "I thought I told you baby," Grace explained. "Mandy uses these parties to entertain her clients, and also to woo potential clients. Perhaps she's after your firm's accounting business? Oh! I just thought of something! That would mean she would work with you more! Maybe you can put in a good word for her? Why don't we go join her with your partner and see what is going on?" I didn't really want to do that dressed as I was. In fact, quite the opposite. I wanted to avoid John Williams at all costs. "Uh, Grace, I d, don't thi, think we ought to disturb them," I said, trying to avoid her suggestion. "Why not?" she asked, confused. "You could help Mandy land a new client Danni. Don't you like her?" "Of course I like Mandy," I insisted. "I ju, just wouldn't want to interfere with her work." "Don't be silly," she said as she took my hand and began pulling me across the yard. I nearly stumbled in my boots. It was difficult to walk in the grass in heels. Protesting was useless. Instead, I geared myself up for seeing one of my partners dressed like a si, well, not dressed like he was used to seeing me. As we approached, Mandy saw us and began beckoning us toward them. We walked up and Mandy introduced Grace as her best friend. She then said, "And I assume you know Danni." John looked at me and I could see he was confused. It was that look you get when you think you know someone, but aren't certain. Then his face lit up! "Dan!" he exclaimed. "Is that you? My God! I almost didn't recognize you old boy! How are you?" "I'm fine," I answered meekly, embarrassed beyond belief. Now everyone at my office would soon know I was at a huge party dressed like an effeminate man. This couldn't be more of a major disaster. "It is such a small world," he observed. "I had no idea you were a friend of Mandy's. She's trying to get me to recommend to our managing board a switch to her accounting firm. And she's doing a pretty good job of it too!" he laughed. Mandy was snuggling up to him, flirting in the worst way. "Ha!" I laughed. "Mandy can have that effect upon people." "Danni!" she declared. "You're naughty!" Grace was standing by, smiling at our exchange. John addressed her, "So, are you and, ah, Danni, is it? Together?" "Yes, we are, as a matter of fact," she responded as she pulled me possessively close to her side. "Well, I'd have to say this will have a big impact on our firm's decision to switch accounting services," John beamed. "Oh goody!" Mandy clapped and cheered, playing the dumb blonde, even though she wasn't fooling anyone. Grace took my hand. "Well darling," she said. "It would appear that our work here is done. Let's mingle," she said as she pulled me behind her. I worried that John would be examining my tight jeans as I walked away, and worked hard not to let my ass swish as I walked. "Bye, bye," Mandy said. "Thanks Danni!" "Bye, ah, Danni," John laughed. "See ya Monday." "See you guys later," I said, glad to be getting out of John's sight. "Thanks," I said to Grace as we walked off. "That was fun," I added sarcastically. "Hrumph," she said. "I don't know what's wrong with you Danni! No one cares how you're dressed except you. You may have just helped my best friend land an important contract. And it isn't as though you haven't received benefits from her," she added, referring to my opportunities to perform cunnilingus upon Mandy. I was speechless in response to her dismissing the embarrassment I'd just experienced. Nonetheless, I was relieved to be out of the situation. Grace noticed a large group of her friends sitting together in a private area of the garden. It was getting late in the evening and we were both a little tipsy from steady drinking. We joined her friends to relax as the evening wound down. They were all very nice to me, so I was able to stop dwelling upon my situation. As we were sitting there a man walked up. I recognized him immediately. He was the tall man I'd seen entering Grace's apartment lobby a few weeks before just as I was leaving on a Sunday evening. He was the guy who I suspected had spent the night with her that night. Grace stood up as he approached. "Hi Rex!" she greeted him enthusiastically. "I didn't think you were going to be able to make it to the party," she added. "Hey babe," he said comfortably as he hugged her. "I didn't think I could either. In fact, I couldn't. But I knew you were here. I haven't been able to reach you on your phone. Do you have a minute?" "Sure," she said. She turned to me and said, "Danni, this is my boss, Rex Rawls. Do you mind entertaining yourself with the girls for a few minutes? We won't be long." "O, okay,' I stuttered, unable to form an objection, much less ask why he needed her. He didn't even acknowledge me with a hello when Grace introduced us. As Grace and her boss walked away toward the house, a few of her friends twittered among themselves about what a hunk Rex was. I just sat there trying to act like I hadn't just had my date stolen from me. I watched as they entered Mandy's house together. The last I saw of Grace she was laughing at something Rex had said as she slapped his hand off of her butt. Meanwhile, the conversation outside turned to another uncomfortable topic for me. Gayle asked the group if anyone had met Grace's new maid yet. Of those present at the moment, no one, except me, had. Then, what Gayle had said hit me. 'Grace's new maid?' 'New' implied that there was an 'old' maid. What was going on here? Gayle went on, "Mandy told me she helped her clean house for the party and that her name is Sissy! Isn't that a great name for a maid?" Someone laughed and asked lasciviously if she performed services other than cleaning. Just then Mandy walked up. Though I couldn't be certain why, she looked directly at me as she spoke and confirmed, "Sissy most definitely has mad skillz beyond housecleaning! I can attest to that." "Really?" Gayle shrieked. "Do tell!" "I'm just saying that her tongue is quite talented," she said casually, as though recalling the satisfaction. "My only disappointment, or at least the disappointment for my Mexican yard boys, is that she apparently doesn't like cock, which is a shame for such a special pair of lips." As Mandy was informing the group that Sissy wouldn't suck cock, Grace returned, alone, from inside the house. She'd been inside for a good little while. "Mandy darling," Grace interjected. "Whatever are you talking about?" "Oh, hi Grace," Mandy replied. "Rex is leaving so soon? I suppose he got what he came for?" she kidded, causing the other girls to join in with laughter. "We were just talking about your Sissy. I was confessing to the girls that your Sissy has special talents, but that she wasn't inclined toward cocks." "Really?!" Grace said, ignoring the implication regarding Rex. "I guess I haven't mentioned this to you, but you're quite incorrect about what you say. I assure you that my Sissy is not averse at all to pleasuring a penis. I've personally watched her do so. She's even begged for it." As she informed the group of that fact she cut a glance toward me to see how I was reacting to her revelations. I was doing my best to avoid any sort of outward reaction, although I couldn't deny the pressure between my thighs. Having my penis tucked firmly out of view may have helped the fit and look of my jeans, but it was killing me now as my erection throbbed in its tight confines. Gayle directed a question to me. "Have you met Grace's Sissy Danni? Has he ever, you know, for you?" "Uh, ah, I, uh, ye, yes, I have me, met her," I said. Did Gayle just say 'he'? "She's very nice," I added. Surely she had misspoken. "Nice! Yes! That is a great way to sum her up," Grace chimed in. As if to put an end to the discussion about Sissy, she turned to me and said, "Danni dear, I'm a bit tired. Are you about ready to head home?" Was I?! "Sure," I replied, thrilled beyond belief for my misery to end. I addressed our hostess. "Thank you for including me in your party Mandy." "It was my pleasure, and good fortune, to have you here. I think I may be working with you more in the future." Working with me more? We'd never worked together before. Unless you count when I was Sissy. Did Mandy know the truth about me? The last exchange was very disconcerting. "I'll be looking forward to that," I said politely. "Congratulations. Assuming, of course, you end up getting the contract!" "Thank you," she said as she hugged me goodnight. She let her hand drift to my ass cheek and she gave me a firm squeeze. She smiled slyly as she released me. When we walked out to the curb to claim our car, the young man who had called me ma'am when we arrived, helped us retrieve our car. He smiled shyly at me and said, "I'm sorry I thought you were a girl earlier." I didn't want to make a big deal out of it and said, "Don't worry about it." As he went to get our car Grace said, "That was very sweet of you to not be mean to that young boy. See how much better it is to just let it go?" I was quiet during the drive home. So many things had happened, or been said in an odd way, that were laboring upon my mind. I didn't want to be burdened with the thoughts and worries that filled my brain, but I couldn't get rid of them either. After we'd driven a pretty good ways in silence Grace said, "A penny for your thoughts." "Hmmm?" I asked, not really wanting to share my thoughts, at any price. "You're very quiet Danni," she said. "Are you okay?" "Sure," I replied briefly, offering nothing more. Grace drove on for a while, allowing me my solitude. After a few more minutes she probed, "Are you thinking about anything in particular?" I told her that I wasn't. I was though. She could obviously tell, and didn't want to let me off easy just yet. "Are you thinking of what I said?" What she said? "What do you mean?" I asked. "You know. In front of the other girls. About you, or well, about Sissy, liking to suck cock?" My penis twitched when she said it. How could she know? I was thinking of that. But not only that. I wished I wasn't thinking of that, but I couldn't seem to get it out of my head. It had been embarrassing, although I don't know why, unless Grace's friends knew that I was Sissy. Which I now suspected at least Mandy knew. And if she knew, then they all probably knew, and were laughing about it right now. "It's okay if you are," she added. "Thinking about it that is." I looked sideways at her, questioning what she meant. Grace stared at me almost like a mother would a child who was trying to pretend his mother didn't know what was inside of his head. "All I'm saying is that I don't mind Danni. You must know that. I'm even a little turned on if you are." I returned her statement with silence. I didn't want to discuss it. "You are. Aren't you?" "Wh, what?" I stuttered. "You're thinking of your lips wrapped around a dick - sucking it. I can tell. You like the feeling of your mouth stuffed full. It's okay to admit it." I wasn't admitting anything! What was bothering me the most was that my own penis twitched and jerked every time she said anything about a cock. I only wished she'd leave it alone. "I like it," she said, continuing to attempt to draw it out of me. Huh? "What?" I asked. "Cock," she said simply. I looked at her quizzically. "I think you know what I'm saying Danni," she continued. "There is something about kneeling before a big, hard cock - submitting to the power of a man's dick - worshipping it with your lips - sucking it until you coax it to deliver its reward." Why was she doing this to me? What did she mean anyway? She never did that for me. Okay. Once. But I didn't get the impression she was talking about that. She was talking about worshipping a big, hard cock. Mine wasn't big. She'd made that clear. "We don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to," she said patiently. I sighed an appreciative breath of relief. I looked out of the window as we sped down the G.W. Parkway. "But," she said, adding in one more thought, "if you decide you want one, just let me know." Stop it! I did not want to suck a cock! If I didn't though, why was my own penis throbbing throughout this conversation? Fuck!!! The rest of the drive home was quiet. It was as if Grace had planted the seed, and was content to simply let it grow on its own. I tried to shut further thoughts of the subject out of my mind. All I could see though was Grace, on her knees, sucking Rex. I was convinced that she had fucked him at Mandy's. Or rather, that he had fucked her. What else was he doing there? Did she even know I was aware that he'd come to her apartment that one night? When we got home and entered her lobby, Walter was off duty. Grace greeted the man on duty and we simply walked on by and into the elevator. When we reached her apartment Grace asked if I'd like a nightcap. I said that sounded nice. Anything to put the rest of the evening behind me. I was happy to be alone with her in her apartment. "I'll fix us something. Why don't you go change and meet me on the balcony?" "Change?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "Put on something sexy for me. Something girly. Don't worry about makeup. Just some lipstick and a wig. You can wear the lingerie you have on. But hurry! I want my sexy girl!" "Uh, okay," I answered, a bit put off by her matter of fact directive for me to feminize myself for her, as if I wasn't already feminine enough. I entered her bedroom and looked through her closet. I chose a double- layered pink chiffon baby-doll. Next, I located a pink bra. I took off the shirt, boots and jeans and then put on the bra, filled it with DD breast forms, and slipped the nighty over my head. I then went to Grace's vanity and applied pink lipstick. I carefully affixed the auburn wig and brushed it out. I was still amazed by the way that the wig transformed me to look so much like a woman. Examining my reflection in the mirror, I had to admit that I did look sexy. I then put on a pair of furry pink bedroom mules that I'd found in her closet and left to join Grace on her balcony. When I walked outside Grace turned and smiled. "Mmmm," she cooed. "Hi there sexy girl. Come join me for a drink." I sat next to her and took my aperitif from her. We clinked glasses. "To a wonderful evening," she toasted. "Thank you for being such a good sport." "Cheers," I said without enthusiasm. I wasn't all that thrilled that I'd been such a good sport. I also wondered what Grace meant by her comment. Grace rubbed her hand along my stocking covered thigh and teased me near the edge of my panties. She glanced at my crotch and exclaimed, "Oh my! You're wet! Is this from our little chat in the car?" "Uh, I d, don't think so," I lied. The truth was that I'd been hard the entire time the girls were talking about Sissy and later, while Grace talked to me about sucking cock. "That's funny," she replied. "Usually, when I get wet like that, it's because I'm aroused, or something." I didn't know how to respond to what she said. I wasn't certain what she actually meant by, "or something." That she was stroking me with her fingernails outside of my panties didn't help matters any. Tugging at the hem of my baby-doll, Grace pulled me down to the floor of her balcony. Acquiescing to her pull, I sat at her feet sipping my drink. Grace leaned back in her chair and relaxed. She let her legs stretch out and fall open. I was able to see her crotch and could see that she, too, was very wet. I was not so bold as to ask her why. I only hoped it was me. If it wasn't, I didn't want to know. She was very wet though. I was feeling very vulnerable at the moment and, consequently, remained quiet. Absentmindedly, almost without thinking, I removed one of her boots and began massaging her foot. Grace acted as though she expected me to be doing what I'd done without encouragement from her. "So, what did your boss want?" I finally got up the nerve to ask. That had been the other thing I'd been thinking about in the car. Why had he dropped by the party for such a short time, and then left so quickly? It didn't make sense. Grace looked inquisitively at me. "Why do you ask?" "Just curious," I said. "Just curious?" she repeated, as though she doubted me. "He just needed me for, ah, something." Grace answered my question without actually telling me anything. I was torturing myself wondering why he stopped by. I was influenced by knowing he was the guy I'd seen come by her apartment that Sunday evening as I was leaving a few weeks earlier. I looked at her. "Work?" I asked, hopeful that was why. "I suppose," she stated curtly. "He's my boss. I guess you could say that anything I do for him falls under my personal services contract with him." Personal services? What did that mean? I switched feet and began massaging her other foot as I thought about her vague answer. I could feel Grace studying my reaction from above. "What do you think he wanted Danni?" she asked me quietly. "I, I do, don't know. It ju, just seemed so, so late to be arriving at a party, "I countered. "Do you think he fucked me?" she asked emotionlessly. I tried not to react to her taunt. I did fear that. I didn't want to say so though. I didn't want to know the truth if he had. "Do you Danni? Is that what you think of me? That my boss could just show up at a party, and I'd drop everything, just so he can fuck me? Is that what you're saying?" How could I answer that? If I said 'yes,' I was effectively calling her a whore. But I couldn't convince myself that it hadn't happened. "Do you think I got on my knees and worshipped his fat cock?" I looked at her in alarm. Fat cock? How could she know? I protested, "No! I don't think that," I lied. "Yes. You do. In fact, I think that's what you hope happened. Isn't it?" "No!" I shrieked in denial. "Danni," she said softly. "No need to play games with me luv. I know you." "No!" I said. "No you don't!" "Okay! Okay!" she said. "That's not what you think he wanted. What do you think he wanted?" "I, I do, don't know. It just seemed odd how he came so late and only stayed a short time." "I suppose," she replied coyly. "But if I told you he fucked me, you wouldn't believe me anyway, would you?" "Uh, I d, don't know," I squeaked. "So you think I might have?" "Might have?" I weakly repeated. "Fucked him," she repeated flatly. "You think I might have fucked Rex?" I couldn't speak. "Are you saying you wouldn't be surprised if I'd fucked him Danni? That you could see why I'd want to? Is that what you're saying?" See why she'd want to? No! That wasn't it at all! Although, I could. He was big and strong and, well, manly. I could see why Grace would be drawn to him. I didn't want to say that though. Instead, I asked, "Would you have?" Grace studied me before answering, considering her response. "Would I have what?" she asked. I choked on my reply. "Would you have, ah, er, fu, you know?" She laughed. "You're funny Danni. Why won't you just say what you're thinking luv?" "Fucked him!" I blurted out. "Would you have fucked him?" "Oh my!" she exclaimed at my outburst. "Settle down sweetie," she whispered calmly. "Settle down." She sat quietly for a moment. She deliberately sipped her drink. "So what you want to know is, if Rex came to the party looking for a quick, hot fuck, would I have willingly accommodated him? Does that sum it up accurately?" She sat back waiting for me to reply. She was right, of course. That was what I was wondering. I simply didn't want to admit it to her. She seemed content to let me stew in my silent torment. Finally, I couldn't stand the silence. "Yes," I said meekly. "Yes what?" she probed. I begged for sympathy with my eyes. None was forthcoming. She wanted me to say the words. If I was to hope for an answer, I had to say the words. "Would you have fucked Rex if he wanted you to?" I asked. Satisfied that I'd said the words, she was, nonetheless, not through with me yet. "Do you think that is why he came to the party Danni? Just to find me and take me off somewhere so he could fuck me and then leave me? Is that what you think?" "I, I do, don't kn, know," I stuttered. "Do you also think I'd be willing to leave my date and go off to fuck another man? Is that what you think?" I hesitated just a moment too long before answering the right way. "N, no.." I began before Grace snapped at me. "Do you think I'm some kind of whore Danni??!!!" she chastised me. "Is that what you think of me? That I'd let some man drag me away from a party and that I'd simply submit to his sexual desires?" She glared at me as I recoiled from her rebuke. "N, no!" I whined. That was not what I was thinking. Or was it? Maybe. But not like she said it. Softer now, she inquired, "Then what? Are you saying that you'd have understood my attraction? That you'd understand why I'd be drawn to Rex?" I could see how she'd find him desirable. He was a handsome man. And manly - especially compared to me and how I was dressed at the party - or now even. Shoot! I was sitting at Grace's feet wearing a pink baby- doll with matching lingerie, breast forms and a wig. I looked like a girl. I sat submissively beneath her, massaging her feet. She smiled at me, clearly relishing my discomfort. "Hmmm," she sighed thoughtfully. "What do you think? Do you think he's handsome?" "What? Do I th, think Rex is ha, handsome? Why ask me that?" "You asked if I might have fucked him, if I'd had the opportunity? I'm just asking if you think he's attractive enough that I might want to fuck him." "I, I su, suppose he is an attractive man," I conceded reluctantly, not because I didn't think he was, but because I was uncomfortable saying so. I mean, Rex clearly was a good-looking man. No one could argue he wasn't. "Yes, he is," Grace agreed. "And built too, don't you think?" pushing me harder. "Uh, I gu, guess so." "Yes," she contemplated thoughtfully. "I suppose if I had to say, if I could, I would, maybe, let him fuck me. If you think I should," she added. I was completely confused now. I wished I'd never brought the subject up. Was Grace asking me for permission to fuck Rex? "What about me?" I asked, changing the subject. She raised her eyebrows, and looked at me, her head crooked. "You?!" she replied with shock in her voice. "Yeah," I replied. Why was the idea of fucking me such a silly thought I wondered. "What about me?" "I don't know," she said reflectively. "If he saw you dressed as you are now, he might be turned on enough to fuck you." What!? What was she saying? Rex fuck me?! No!! That wasn't what I meant. "No!" I protested. "Not me!" "Huh?" I thought you asked, 'What about me?'" "No!" I protested. Grace thought I was asking if Rex would fuck me. I meant her! "I was talking about you and me," I explained. "Would you want to fuck to me?" "Oh!" she said. "Do you mean if I had to choose? Between being fucked by you or Rex? One or the other? Who would I rather be fucked by?" That was not what I meant either. I was tired of sparring with Grace like this. "Danni?" she asked, slipping her foot between my thighs. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "What have we here?" She'd felt my erect penis. "Is someone getting turned on by all this talk about being fucked?" "Wh, what?" I gagged. "N, n, no," I cried. "Really? Then why the erection? I don't know if I've ever felt you this big Danni," she cooed. I couldn't explain it. I'd been hard all night. All of the sexual innuendo had me confused. I didn't think I was turned on because of thinking about being fucked though. No way! But how could I convince Grace? Seeing the confusion in my eyes, Grace probed further. "Danni honey?" "Yes?" "Would you like to play a little game with me tonight?" "A game?" I asked. "Yes. Just for fun. A fantasy game." Worried what she might have on her mind, but curious nonetheless, I asked, "Like what?" "Let's pretend I did fuck Rex at the party. Hmmm?" "Huh?" I asked. She repeated herself slowly, and emphatically, "Let's - pretend - he - did - fuck - me - tonight." "I, I d, don't understand," I said. She looked at me with exasperation. "Okay. I'll spell it out for you. Let's pretend that Rex took me into one of Mandy's bedrooms - one of the bedrooms that you changed the sheets in yesterday when you were serving Mandy as Sissy. Let's further pretend that, as soon as he got me in the bedroom, I fell on my knees and pulled his huge, ten-inch cock out of his pants and began sucking it until it was big, fat and hard. And then, let's pretend that, once I had him good and hard, he turned me around, lifted my skirt and pulled off my panties, forced me onto the bed on my tummy, and then fucked me from behind, ramming in and out of me until he filled me with his spunk - loads of it. And then, when he'd gotten what he came for, he left me there alone. And then, after I caught my breath from his pounding, I put my panties back on and came and got you to take me home because I wanted you to clean me out. Do you understand now?" she asked sexily. "Let's pretend all that happened and now I want you to suck Rex's semen from out of my still full pussy. What do you think?" she asked as she gazed at me. "Sound like a fun game?" I gulped. I didn't know how to reply. "Danni," she spoke softly, yet firmly, as if to a child. "Pretend. Don't pretend. I don't really care. What I do want is for you to lick my pussy. I'm tired of all this jealous talk about whether I did or didn't let a man fuck me tonight. All I want now is for you to do what you do best. Now," she said as she pulled me toward her crotch. She shifted her butt and lifted her skirt to provide me easier access. Responding to her force, I kneeled between her thighs, which she spread wider for me. "Go on Danni," she directed me. "Remove my panties and get ready for another man's seed." I looked at her quizzically. "Suck me clean Danni," she explained. She couldn't be serious? No. She was fucking with me. We were pretending. This was just another fantasy she wanted me to play at with her. No way would she really make me lick another man's sperm. I could play this out for her. I could do it. I reached up and pulled her panties down. Her pussy hair was glistening wet. She spread her thighs further apart and flexed her muscles. As she did I noticed a bit of white, glob-like liquid ooze out. She was clearly excited. "Lick it Danni," she urged me impatiently. I flicked at the thick moisture with my tongue. It was gummy feeling. "Do you like it lover?" she asked. "Go deeper," she encouraged. I stuck my tongue inside of her. She was sooo wet. "Suck me," she said. I obeyed. And as I did, I felt a flow enter my mouth. "Now pull away and look at my pussy," she said. When I pulled back I saw a large dollop of milky white cream. "It's Rex's sperm Danni," she explained. "You see, I'm not pretending. He did fuck me. I needed a big cock tonight. I needed a man's cock tonight. I needed to be fucked tonight Danni! Now clean me! Like a good sissy. Clean me!" I looked at her in shock. Was she serious? Or was she pretending? I wasn't sure. Or, I wanted to believe it was not real. That I wouldn't really do what she was asking me to do. The awful thing was, no matter whether it was real or fantasy, I was getting hard thinking about it. But surely she wouldn't actually make me lick and suck another man's cum out of her pussy. She wouldn't! Grace glared back at me, challenging me. "Suck my cunt Danni!" she ordered. "Now! Suck his sperm out of me! God there is so much of it Danni! Suck it all out of me!!" she urged me. I don't know why, but I couldn't refuse her, even not knowing for sure whether she was serious or not. I placed my mouth upon her wet pussy and sucked. I quit thinking about it. I then sucked and sucked and sucked. She was as wet as I'd ever seen her. There did seem to be a lot of liquid. Who was I kidding? I knew what I was doing. I was giving her whatever there was left of my manhood. I couldn't deny it now. I was, whether real or imagined, seemingly willingly sucking another man's sperm out of her pussy. Her pussy, which another man had just brutally fucked while I sat around with Grace's girlfriends discussing my behavior as her sissy maid. I did this knowing what I was doing, and knowing that my own penis was throbbing inside of the panties I was wearing. I was a sissy. I had to admit it to myself. I just didn't want to admit it to anyone else. For her part, Grace didn't make it easy on me. She verbalized for me what I was doing. "Yes Sissy! Yes! Suck his sperm out of me! God Sissy! You would not believe how big his cock is! He is so huge! I love being fucked by him. He has such a fat cock that I can barely tell when I have a little one in me anymore. It's not really your fault," she explained, as if knowing her revelation would make me feel inadequate. "It's just that he is so, so big!" I hated how she was tormenting me. My cock twitched every time she said how big his cock was. How much he filled her. How little I was by comparison. Her teasing and torture only made me suck and lick her with more vigor. For her part, Grace was bucking at my mouth, fucking me with her cunt. I finally was able to bring her to an orgasm. As she convulsed, she pushed out another huge load of Rex's sperm. Or at least I was convinced that she did. Whatever it was, it was a huge load of fluid. When I was done, I sat back upon my heels and looked up to see Grace's satisfied countenance. She smiled lovingly down at me. "That was nice baby," she cooed. "You are soooo good at that. Thank you." I smiled adoringly at her, pleased to receive her praise. "Are you ready for bed?" I nodded, embarrassed at what I'd become. Embarrassed that Grace knew as well. She'd made me this way. She stood, took my hand, and helped me to my feet. She led me to her room, pulled off her skirt, halter-top and bra, and fell onto the bed, pulling me down beside her. She pulled me toward her face and kissed me softly on the lips. "I love you Danni. You are my dear sweet lover. Do you believe me?" I wanted to. I said I did. We cuddled, Grace stroking me outside of my panties. She felt my still hard penis. "I bet you could use some relief after all that," she whispered in my ear. "Huh baby?" I smiled at the thought that she was going to give me some attention. My penis twitched inside my panties. I nodded. "I understand," she said. "Will you do yourself for me?" she whispered. I responded with a blank look. "Huh?" "Pleasure yourself," she said. "I'd like to watch you." I didn't know what to say. "Go on," she said. "Take it out of your panties. Play with it for me." I didn't want to do this. It was embarrassing. Unable to refuse, however, I reached inside my panties and released my throbbing penis. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "So big! Rub it," she encouraged me. I began stroking it while Grace watched me intently. "Mmmmm," she sighed. "Yeah! That's nice. Do it harder!" I began jacking off harder, my face contorted in embarrassment to be submitting to her as I was. "Imagine yourself sucking a cock Sissy," she interjected. I froze. What? No! Don't make me do that! "Don't stop," she chastised me. "Imagine it. In fact, imagine you are kneeling before Rex and sucking his cock, getting it ready to fuck me. Talk to me about the cock in your mouth." "I, I,.." I couldn't do it. "Sissy! Listen to me," she pleaded. "You want this. You do! Tell me how much you want it and while you do, stroke your little clitty." My clitty!? Why was she doing this? Why?! Was everything before leading here? "Do it now, or go home Danni," she threw down the ultimatum, clearly out of patience with me. I began stroking again. "I wa, want a c, c, cock Grace. A re, real c, cock to su, suck. M, may I ha, have one?" "Ooooh, Sissy!" she giggled. "Yes! You may! But whose cock do you want?" she teased. I hated what she was doing. I was furious with her for tormenting me so. But I wanted to cum and I couldn't refuse her. Finally, I blurted it out. "I want R, Re, Rex's cock!" "Oh! You want a big, fat cock?" "Yes!" I pleaded. "To suck?" "Yes!" "Until it fills your mouth with cum?" "Yes! Please!" I begged. "I want it!" I cried out as I masturbated above her chest. She then reached into her night table and pulled out a huge, lifelike rubber penis. No. A cock. A dick. She held it to my lips and I eagerly took it in. I began sucking it for her. I began moaning as she rammed it in and out of my mouth. As she fucked my mouth with the dildo I continued jacking off excitedly. I was furious with myself. I was fantasizing that the dildo was a real cock. Not just any real cock. Rex's cock. The cock who just fucked my girlfriend and whose sperm I'd just swallowed. "When you cum I want you to do it all over my breasts Danni. Okay?" "Uh, o, okay," I grunted, my mouth full of Rex's imaginary meat. I was nearly gagging as Grace pushed the cock in and out of my mouth. As I kneeled above her I began pounding my penis vigorously. "Yes Sissy! Yes! Cum on my tits! Do it! Do it!" she encouraged me. My mouth full of dick, I could only grunt in reply. I couldn't last any longer. Ropes of semen began spraying all over her huge breasts. When I finished, they were covered with my sperm. I was looking down at Grace, humiliated by what she'd made me do. But she wasn't through with me yet. She removed the cock from my mouth and rubbed it all over her breasts, spreading my semen all over her breasts and coating the dick with my sperm. She then held the cock back to my lips and said, "Suck it off." I leaned over and took it in my mouth, tasting my own sperm, and cleaning the dick. She then pulled the cock out of my mouth. "Good cocksucker," she praised me. "Now lick it off of me," she said. No! She couldn't be serious! "Lick! Them! Clean! Sissy! Now!" she ordered. I leaned over and licked one of her titties. Fantasy - pretend - reality - no matter how blurred the lines were before this moment - I was now tasting pure male semen. No doubt about it. No fantasy. No pretending I hadn't already. Before, if I really was licking Rex's sperm, it was at least mixed with a flavor I was used to and liked - Grace's pussy juice. Now I was licking pure sperm - my own. Oddly, it did not repulse me. To the contrary, I was licking it eagerly. I took Grace's engorged, hard titty deep inside of my mouth and suckled it. I then systematically began cleaning all of my ejaculate off of her breasts. Grace moaned and groaned as I did. "Oh Sissy!" she sighed. "I've always wanted a man to do that to me. No one ever would until you. Thank you sweetheart. You're so good to me. Such a sweet lover," she said, satisfied, relaxed with me kneeling over her licking the last of my jizz off of her breasts. I hated what I'd become, but I couldn't seem to resist. When Grace was clean, I lay by her side, snuggling. Silently, she gently and lovingly stroked my face. I wondered how I'd be able to look her in the eye tomorrow, each of us knowing - understanding - how our relationship had just shifted. I couldn't answer that question. I was afraid to answer that question. Because, as embarrassed and humiliated as I felt when I did the things Grace made me do, as much as I knew I should run away as fast as I could, I knew that I was inexorably drawn to her in a way I never could have imagined I would be to a woman. I didn't even know, any longer, how much of what she'd done to me she forced upon me, and how much of it I'd always subconsciously wanted, but simply didn't realize. In starts and stops, I fell asleep by her side. At best, my sleep was fitful. I experienced a dream that was equal parts disturbing and pleasurable. I saw myself on my knees before a man - a faceless man - but a man nonetheless. I was entirely feminine. No one who did not know I was not a woman could have told the difference. Watching from a bed was Grace. She was naked, lying there, watching me on my knees before this unidentified man. Grace was encouraging me, telling me to 'prepare' the man. I seemed confused, but I think I also knew what was expected of me - why I was kneeling as I was before this man. Grace was waiting for me to get him hard so that he could fuck her. I was serving as Grace's 'fluffer.' My dream was so vivid that, when my lips wrapped around the man's penis, enveloping him in the wetness of my mouth, I could actually feel the sensation of my tongue as I licked him and sucked him down my throat. The entire time I pleasured this man, feeling his hot, firm flesh grow and pulse within my mouth, Grace continued to voice her encouragement, reminding me that she was present - that my actions were on her behalf. As the vision continued to haunt my sleep, I stirred and felt someone sucking on my penis. I opened my eyes to find Grace, on her knees between my thighs, her mouth bobbing up and down on my penis. She cut her eyes toward me, watching me watch her. Her eyes twinkled as she sucked me in earnest. I remember thinking that this was a nice way to begin the day. The excitement she provided allowed me to forget the earlier dream that had me so confused and tormented. After she sucked me for a while she pulled away and climbed on top of me. Settling down, she slid my penis inside of her soft, wet, velvet purse. I began throbbing inside of her. Grace told me to relax. She sat on me, perfectly still, gripping me inside of her sheath. Leaning over me she placed her hands on my breast forms, massaging them as she smiled at me. "Good morning sleepy head," she cooed. "Mmmmm. You feel good! Did you sleep alright?" I didn't want to break the mood so I kept my dream to myself. I nodded. "Yes." "Me too," she sighed. "That felt sooo good last night. Thank you for playing along." I wondered what she meant by that. Was she affirming for me that the whole thing had been a fantasy? That she had not really fucked Rex last night? Or, was she thanking me for so willingly sucking his sperm out of her? I couldn't tell. Was she counting on that confusion? Again, I couldn't tell. I answered, "You're welcome." As she sat on me, massaging me, gripping and then releasing my penis within the grasp of her pussy, I thought about what Grace said the night before as I licked my spunk off of her breasts. 'I've always wanted a man to do that to me. No one ever would until you.' That lone comment implied so much. That she'd tried to get other men to do it. That the desire within her for a man to service her in that manner was not new. That no other man was willing. That I was the first who would so completely submit to her desires. That I was less than a man. Now, this morning, I awaken to her sucking me - fucking me - treating me lovingly and tenderly. I wished that we could hang on to this connection forever, leaving the other stuff on the outside. Or did I? Was that other stuff the thing that maintained the edge of sexual excitement for us - for Grace? Grace began to rock gently on me. I twitched as she did. "Not yet baby," she discouraged me. "Not yet." She stretched forward and ki