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Chapter Eleven - Dinner With Grace Once I assembled everything I needed from my house, I departed for Grace's apartment. Luckily, I was driving against the grain of the evening D.C. traffic, so it didn't take long to make the trip. Walter greeted me as I entered the lobby. "Good evening Danni," he called out cheerfully. "Ms. Andrews said you'd be by tonight. I'll take you up." We walked together across the lobby toward the elevator bank. "You and Ms. Andrews are spending a lot of time together," he observed. Walter's comment seemed a little too inquisitive to me. I replied, somewhat noncommittally, "I suppose we are Walter." As the doors closed us in together he commented, "Can't say I blame you. Ms. Andrews is a pretty remarkable lady. Lots of men would kill to be in your shoes." I smiled. I couldn't argue with his point. After all, I thought to myself, look what I'd done to stay in her good graces. I entered Grace's apartment and went straight out to the balcony. The evening was beautiful. I looked over the Potomac, watching the boats travel the waterway. I walked into the kitchen to see what materials Grace had on hand with which I could make dinner. I checked the humidifier drawer and found she had sufficient salad making materials. There was also a container of fresh crabmeat on the upper shelf. That would be easy enough. There were baking potatoes in the pantry and a loaf of French bread on the island. Perfect! An easy dinner to throw together. I wrapped the potatoes in foil and put them in the oven to cook. I then went to Grace's bedroom to shower and to transform myself into a sexy, feminine object of desire for her pleasure. As I entered, my eyes were immediately drawn to some clothing that was lying on her bed. A note lay beside the skimpy lingerie. "I took the liberty of selecting an outfit for you to wear tonight my love. I can't wait to see my beautiful girl. Smooch! Grace." So much for me having to decide what to wear. It seemed Grace had planned this evening before she left for work. Oh well. I took off my suit and the lingerie I'd worn to work and went into her bathroom to shower. The hot water felt great. I lathered myself and washed with Grace's most fragrant soap. I shaved my legs and underarms so that I was extra smooth. Stepping outside of the steamy shower, I toweled off and applied a generous amount of her feminine, flowery smelling body lotion. I put on one of Grace's bathrobes that hung on her bathroom door and then sat down to her makeup table. I wiped on a generous coating of foundation to give myself a nice surface to work from. I then carefully lined my eyes with dark black lines. Next I worked on eye shadow, again, a very dark shade. My eyes were taking on a sultry look. Next, I brushed on deep, black, thickening mascara to my eyelashes. Blush on my cheeks and I was ready for the final application - a deep red lipstick. The lipstick I used left my lips looking luscious and wet. I studied my face in the mirror. I was beginning to amaze myself at how well I could apply makeup. Still, no matter how expertly I applied makeup, without a wig, I looked, well, effeminate was the only word that worked. I was always most uncomfortable when I was only partially transformed. I much preferred how I looked when I'd taken the steps of putting on a wig and adding breasts to the look. Satisfied that my makeup was excellent, I turned to the outfit Grace had laid out for me to wear. To start with, there was a beautiful, shiny, red satin corset, lined with fluttery black lace along the top and the bottom. The corset had a zipper in the front that was concealed by a flap connected by a line of clasps, to give it a nice, finished look. Grace had written a note and left it on the corset. The note read, "Danni love. You may think this is too tight when you first attempt to fasten it. Trust me though. It will fit. Just suck in a bit and work the zipper up. Once you've done that, the clasps will connect easily. Finally, tuck yourself well underneath and then fasten the strap under the corset between your thighs." She was right. Getting the zipper up was difficult. I had to work it up slowly, sucking in my stomach as I did. Once it was zipped, I had difficulty breathing and it kind of hurt, almost like it was crushing me. I looked in the mirror and saw that the corset had given me a distinct hourglass shape. With no bra - or breasts - and combined with the sexy makeup job, but no wig, I was mainly disturbed to see what a si, well, not quite man, but not quite woman, I looked like. There were dark black, silk stockings, with a back-seam, that I had to attach to six garter straps on each leg. The stockings were not very tall though, so the straps were stretched taut along my thighs. The tug of the stocking tops at the bottom of the corset was severe. Finally, I put on the bra Grace had left for me. The bra was made of the same shiny, red satin fabric that the corset was made of. The bottom band fit neatly along the top edge of the corset, hidden behind the black, lace trim along the top of the corset. The top edge of the bra was also lined with black fluttery lace. It appeared that Grace had acquired a new pair of breast forms. The pair of breasts she left for me to wear were quite large. I'd noticed that the bra was a 38-DDD and that the full cups were very big. The breast forms had large nipples - maybe an inch long - permanently attached. When I stuffed the forms into the cups, they fit it firmly and caused the cups to form full, cone shapes, with distinct points caused by the large nipples. They were really heavy! The thought crossed my mind that women naturally endowed with such huge breasts, supposedly the envy of other women, actually paid quite a price for their accouterments. Grace had laid out a beautiful pearl necklace and a pair of dangling, clip-on, pearl earrings for me to wear. To go with the outfit, Grace had left a pair of shiny red heels with five-inch spikes. I slipped them over my stocking-clad feet and then carefully stood up, careful to maintain my balance. The next item of clothing was a long, sheer, pink gown with sleeves that hung to my wrists. The gown buttoned with three pearl buttons that closed the gown firmly just below my breasts. It flowed and fluttered as it fell over me. The corset, bra and stockings were clearly visible beneath the flowing gown. It created an air of mystery while hiding nothing. My penis twitched as I looked myself over, observing a man wearing makeup and dressed as a woman, all for his girlfriend's pleasure and amusement. And finally, my crown. The wig. Grace had left a box on her bed with a simple note. "Open last Danni." I was anxious to put the wig on, bringing to completion my feminine transformation for my evening masquerade. I was a bit shocked at first. The wig was, well, it was out there. I wasn't sure it was the best choice for me. But this was what Grace wanted me to wear. I stood before her vanity mirror and settled the long wig with bangs over my skull. The lovely hair fell over my shoulders, hanging down my back, nearly to my waist. It was an electrifyingly beautiful shade of red. Not bright red, like my corset and bra. It was a deep and natural red. The color was unusual and quite striking. I was kind of glad that I was alone to see it initially, because I didn't want to stop staring at my image. I was hot! I was sultry! I was a beautiful woman who no man would be able to resist. Wait! Did I actually just think that? That I would be irresistible to another man? As opposed to, 'Grace will be so pleased?' Of course, she would be. I knew she would. But I'd just thought that I would be appealing to a man. Such a thought was unsettling. I forced it out of my head. I glanced at the clock and realized it was getting late - nearly 8:30. Grace would probably be home soon. I needed to get dinner going. I walked slowly out of her room, careful in the spiked heels. I had to take short steps, one foot in front of the other. I was also aware of the weight of the DDD breasts. I pulled my shoulders back to hold them up. As I passed a mirror I caught a glimpse of my profile. That was when I fully realized how obscenely huge they were. My penis twitched again as I gazed at my image. As it was trapped tightly, and firmly, between my thighs by the strap stretched securely under my corset, though, it could not budge. I suspected that was Grace's goal - to maintain a feminine profile no matter how aroused I became. I set to work in the kitchen. I opened a bottle of white wine and poured myself a glass. I then began preparing everything so that I could get things going easily when Grace arrived. I was sure she'd be hungry after working so late. I washed and chopped up the salad makings and arranged everything in a large wooden bowl. I sliced and buttered the French bread, wrapped it in foil, and placed it in the oven next to the potatoes. Finally, I soaked the crabmeat in a bowl of Worcestershire sauce and grated garlic, ready to be stir-fried when Grace got home. Satisfied that everything was ready to cook, I set the table and then went out to the balcony to relax and enjoy my wine. The evening was breezy, causing my lightweight gown to flutter in the wind. Unconsciously, I allowed my free hand to rest on my left breast and began massaging it. I found it strange that, even though the breast forms were not actually a part of my body, I could feel the sensation of them being squeezed. The feeling was extremely arousing, which, as I was currently confined, caused a combination of pleasure and discomfort. I finished off my first glass of wine and rose to get a refill. I was continually and acutely aware of the weight of, and larger than usual protrusion, on my chest. It was an effort, but I made sure to pull my shoulders back, emphasizing my buxomness. The clock read 9:15, and still no Grace, or any word from her. I began to worry that she'd have already eaten by the time she arrived home. It wouldn't be the first time she disappointed me in that regard. I suppressed my worry though and told myself that I was here voluntarily and that I would do what was necessary to please Grace. I wanted this to be a perfect week, leading up to my anticipated proposal of marriage. Although I repeatedly reminded myself not to worry - Grace wouldn't have gone to such trouble to leave an outfit for me to wear and then invite me over if she wasn't looking forward to the evening - I nonetheless continued to think the worst about why she was so late. Still, never once did I consider not wanting to be precisely where I was - here, masquerading as a sexy and sultry woman, waiting for my girlfriend. My thoughts were running rampant through my head when the chime of the elevator brought me back to the moment. She was home! Finally! I immediately rose to greet her. My silhouette was framed in the doorway to the balcony as Grace exited the elevator and turned to enter her apartment. She stopped in her tracks when she saw me. The expression on her face was priceless as her hand rose involuntarily to her mouth. Astonishment was the word she conveyed. She was obviously taken aback at how I looked. In that split second, I felt a rush of satisfaction that I had accomplished my goal of pleasing her with my mere appearance. Grace continued staring at me as she spoke. "Oh my God! Danni! Is that really you? You look amazing! I never thought - I mean - you are so beautiful! So beautiful!" Following her initial shock, Grace walked toward me. She moved close to me, her fingers brushing gently across my cheek. She leaned in and softly kissed me. Her other hand stroked my left breast. "My beautiful, sweet girl," she whispered. "I love you Danni," she confessed, immediately erasing all my worry and anxiety. Those three magic words were all I needed to hear. "I love you too," I quietly replied. "Would you like some wine?" I asked. "That would be nice. I'm going to get out of these clothes - get more comfortable myself. Okay?" "Sure," I smiled. "I'll get your wine. Are you hungry?" "Famished!" she declared. "I'll start dinner then." "Sounds wonderful!" she said as she disappeared into her bedroom. Dinner did not take much effort. I smiled to myself, pleased at Grace's response to my transformation. She'd said she loved me. She loved me. I turned the stove to medium heat and placed a frying pan on to warm. As I retrieved the crabmeat from the frig, I pulled the salad out and set it on the counter. I opened a fresh bottle of vinaigrette dressing and poured some on. Once the pan was warm, I dumped the crabmeat in and began stirring the lumps of succulent meat around. The aroma of garlic filled the kitchen and, as I focused upon the task of cooking, Grace snuck up behind me and wrapped her arms around me, cupping my DDD's in her palms. "Mmmmm," she sighs in my ear. "My dear, sweet baby! Smells amazing! And so do you!" I smiled. Grace was in a good mood. And I know it is because of me. I lay down the wooden spoon I was stirring the shrimp with and turned in her arms, facing her. Grace was wearing a sheer, see-through black robe, similar to mine. Other than a pair of black lace bikini style panties, she's nude. Her plump, pert breasts look tantalizing beneath her robe. Little is left to the imagination. Now it's my turn to admire her beauty. I sighed my appreciation as I held her closely, the warmth of our bodies burning in passion. Grace initiated the kiss, forcing her tongue down my throat. "Damn!" she exclaimed as we break for air. "You look so hot tonight baby!" I blushed. "Thank you. So do you." "You're going to submit to me tonight Sissy," she says softly, for the first time inserting a level of discomfort, by referring to me in that way. I didn't respond. "I expect for you to refer to me as "Mistress" tonight," she stated flatly. Again, I can't form a reply. "Do you understand me Sissy?" Again, that word. I gulp. The night suddenly took a turn I didn't adequately consider the possibility of. "Ye, ye, yes, er, a, Mistress," I answered confused at her sudden shift. Grace smiled enigmatically. "Good. I'm glad we understand each other. I think we should eat on the balcony tonight. It's such a beautiful night. I'll take the place settings out while you finish cooking." "Yes ma'am," I replied. Grace broke her embrace with one last, soft kiss. As I turned to finish the crabmeat, I tried to pull myself together, readying myself for whatever might happen next. She'd said I would submit to her. My mind tried to sort out what she meant by that. Wasn't I already doing that? Or did she have something else in mind? Reminding myself that I wanted the week preceding my marriage proposal to be perfect, I steeled myself to do whatever she asked, without hesitancy. The crabmeat browned evenly in the pan. I turned off the stove and turned my attention to the potatoes and bread. I popped the bread into a basket and put the potatoes on top. Grabbing the basket and the pan of lightly browned crabmeat, I walked - more like sashayed - out to the balcony where Grace waited for me to serve her. I set the basket down and scooped some crabmeat onto our plates next to the piles of salad Grace had already served us. Grace watched me work, a satisfied grin dancing upon her face. "I could get used to coming home to this Sissy," she said in appreciation. Despite my discomfort on one level, I was nonetheless pleased to hear her observation, as I was about to ask her to marry me. I didn't ponder long the part about me serving her - just the being together part. "Yes Mistress," I answered submissively. "Shall we eat?" "Let's," she agreed. I sat to the table across from Grace. Grace raised her wine glass, "To my beautiful girl. You've exceeded my wildest expectations. Cheers!" I gulped at her comment, but cheerfully responded, "Cheers!" and downed a hefty gulp of wine. I barely had time to consider what she'd said. I wondered what she meant when she said I'd exceeded her wildest expectations. Again, the thought crossed my mind, had she known what she was going to do to me from the beginning? If so, why me? We were each hungry because we were eating so late. Once we began eating, we both really dug in. Grace continually complimented me on my culinary effort. I was happy that she was so pleased, although I also worried that Grace was building me up because she was working to make me do this more often for her. When we'd finished, Grace rose and walked over to the sofa. She plopped down, sighing as she did. "I'm so tired Sissy," she exclaimed. "And my feet are so sore from being in heels all day. How do yours feel?" she asked, emphasizing that I was wearing spiked heels. Continuing my determination to remain positive no matter what, I answered, "Not too bad. I'm getting more and more used to them Mistress." "Really?" she smiled. "That's nice," she added as she glanced toward her own feet. It only took a second for me to pick up on the hint. I rose from my chair and walked over to her. I kneeled at her feet and took her right foot in my hands. I removed her heel and began gently working her stocking-covered foot in my fingers. Grace leaned back, relaxed, and let her legs fall open. She was watching me as I massaged her foot. I looked back at her, admiring her beautiful body that was visible beneath her sheer gown. When I finished one foot, I turned my attention to the other. "How was your day Mistress?" I asked as I worked her toes. "Oh Sissy," she groaned. "It was a bitch! There is so much activity going on with Congress right now over off-shore drilling. And we're right in the thick of it. In fact, I have to go to Dallas tomorrow with my boss to meet with some of the leaders in the oil industry." I was stunned to hear that she was going out of town again, so soon. And with her boss again, no less. Suddenly, what began as an amazing evening for me, turned into a downer. "Really?" I answered. "Darn! When will you be back?" "I'm not sure. It depends upon how things go. Why?" I considered what I should say. "Oh no reason really. I'll ju, just miss you." "Hmmm," she moaned as I continued to massage her foot. "I'll miss you too baby. But it can't be helped. Maybe you can help me pack in the morning? Would you like that? I like it when you help me pick out my clothes." "Su, sure," I agreed. "I'd love that." Although I really wouldn't love it. I didn't like the idea of her going off on another trip with her boss. "That's enough of that Sissy," Grace said. She opened her thighs wide, inviting my attention to her V. I didn't need another hint. I leaned in and kissed her inner thigh, first on one leg and then the other. Grace sighed appreciatively. I then nuzzled my nose into her crotch. She smelled sweaty. She hadn't showered when she got home. I received the benefit of her musky panties. She was very wet. In fact, her panties were soaking wet. I sucked on her through the lace that covered her pussy. The unmistakable aroma and taste of Grace aroused filled my senses. One thing was certain - I loved licking and sucking her. "Take my panties off of me Sissy," she directed me. "Yes Mistress," I dutifully answered, more comfortably carrying out her fantasy. I reached to her panties' waist-band and pulled them down. I leaned in and kissed her warm, wet nether lips. "Slowly Sissy. Kiss me. Lick me. Suck me. Slowly. Very slowly," she directed. Following her command, I kissed her. Then I licked her. I then sucked gently. I alternated each act, slowly and deliberately, as she'd ordered me. Her pussy was extremely wet and pungent. She continually encouraged me as I complied with her directions. "You are the best pussy licker ever Sissy," she said. "I think you like doing it, don't you?" "I love making you feel good Mistress," I replied. "I know you do baby," she said. "But you love eating pussy too, don't you?" I gu, guess I do Mistress." "Yes. You do. You love my pussy especially, don't you?" "Ye, yes Mistress," I admitted. "I do." "And you'll always worship my pussy?" "Always," I admitted. "That's nice to know," she sighed. "Because no man has ever done to my pussy what you do." I suppose I should have felt good about that. But I couldn't ignore the way she continually separated me from other men in her life by my ability to satisfy her orally. As I leaned in to continue my slow licking and kissing I noticed a milky substance ooze out of her pussy. It looked familiar. I quickly glanced at Grace and saw her watching me intently, as if waiting to see how I'd respond. I looked back toward her pussy and the ooze was flowing out of her even thicker. I could see that Grace was squeezing her thigh muscles. Suddenly, a large dollop of thick, white gel dripped out of her pussy. I didn't think that it was Grace's natural secretion. Could she have? Did she have sex with someone tonight before she came home? I couldn't think of any other explanation. I should have challenged her then. But did I? No. Instead, I bent forward and stroked my tongue in a long, wet lick from the bottom of her pussy where the goo had dripped to and all the way up to the top of her pussy. My tongue was coated with the salty, pungent liquid. It tasted like sperm to me. Ever since Grace entered my life, I'd come to know the taste of sperm. "Oh God! Yes! Yes Sissy!" Grace exclaimed. "Suck it! Suck it lover! Suck me harder!" she encouraged me. "Now! Suck me Sissy! Suck me clean!" Suck her clean? Was she admitting it? It sounded like she was. I opened my mouth wide and placed it fully over her wet hole. I sucked as hard as I could, creating a vacuum on her snatch. I could taste and feel my mouth filling with the thick ooze flowing out of her cunt. She was full of it. I knew. I knew. I knew! I couldn't stop though. I knew Grace had been fucked tonight. And I was cleaning his sperm out of her. She didn't outright say it. But I knew what I was tasting. And worse, I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I became lost in the act of pleasing her. The suction I created caused a flow to begin emptying into my mouth. There was so much! I wondered what kind of man could deposit such a huge load. Grace suddenly pushed me away from her. "Stop!" she suddenly exclaimed. "Stop! Come up here and kiss me Sissy!" she urged me frantically. I rose up and moved to kiss her. My mouth and lips were coated with the ooze I'd just sucked out of her pussy. "Mmmm," she cooed. "Tastes good! Doesn't he?" He? Did she actually just say he? I didn't know what to say. "He? Who?" I asked, forgetting my determination to not risk anything that might upset her. I wondered if she'd simply slipped, or if she said it intentionally. "What? He?" "You just said 'He,' Mistress. What did you mean?" "Oh!" she replied nonchalantly. "If you must know Sissy...." she started, and then stopped. "Do you really want to know? Do you really need to know?" I was at a loss. I think I suspected all along that I was sucking sperm out of her pussy. I wasn't 100 per cent positive though. I did it for Grace. But for her to admit it was another man's semen - that was different. Now she was challenging me on why I needed to know. What could I say? Did I really want to know? Did I? "I, I d, do, don't know. I gu, gu, guess so?" "Well, I hardly see why it matters, but if you must know, it was my boss," she answered, as if it were no big deal. "Sometimes he just gets so aggressive, and I can't resist him." What the fuck?! She was admitting that she fucked her boss regularly? I was speechless. While I tried to process, Grace tried to explain. "It's no big deal baby. It's like part of my job with him. He just needs it sometimes." Grace then added the final dagger. "Besides, sometimes I just need a man. With a big, hard cock. Ya know?" she asked, as if I'd just naturally understand. "Wh, what about me?" I asked. "I know. It's not really fair. Is it? But I have plans for you baby. Don't worry. I love you. I'll take care of your needs." I looked into her eyes, confused at what she meant. Seeing my confusion, she tried to placate me. "Come on baby. Let's go to bed," she invited me as she took my hand to help me to my feet. "You can just leave the dishes until the morning," she said as if she were excusing me from the duty for now. I rose and let Grace lead me to her bedroom. "Lie down baby. Just relax," she said. Grace walked around her room lighting candles. The glow cast off by their flickering light gave the room an ethereal cast. Grace sat next to me on her bed and rubbed my thighs. Her touch was like electricity. My cock twitched, but couldn't budge. She rubbed me right there, her long nails grazing me, tantalizing me, causing me to throb, desperate for release. Grace smiled as she watched me react to her touch. "You like that? Don't you Sissy?" "Mmmm," I moaned, now putty in her hands, forgetting for the moment what just transpired on the balcony. "Yes Mistress. I love whenever you touch me." "Likewise," she said. "You made me feel so good tonight. I've had my pleasure. Now it's your turn. Sound good?" My stomach turned with butterflies. Grace was going to focus upon me. My earlier efforts were about to be rewarded. "Yes Mistress. It does." "You just lie back and relax. I'll be right back," she told me, and then rose from the bed. I lie there on Grace's bed, anxiously waiting for her to return and make love to me. I was excited at the thought that she was going to attend to my needs - my desires - for a change. From the bathroom Grace called out, "Nearly ready baby. Close your eyes," she directed me. I closed my eyes and waited. "Are your eyes closed Sissy?" "Yes Mistress," I replied. "Okay. Keep them closed. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." My penis was throbbing like mad I was so excited from anticipation. I felt Grace crawl onto the bed. I could feel her breath upon my cheek. She kissed me on my forehead, and then began planting gentle kisses all over my face. With one hand, she massaged my left breast. "I love your breasts Sissy," she told me. "Don't you?" How should I answer her question? "For you I do." "Only for me?" she whined. "I thought you liked the way they looked - the way they felt. Don't you?" Grace was in one of her prodding moods. I knew from experience she wouldn't let it go until I provided the response she wanted. "Y, ye, yes Mistress. I like them." "You are quite voluptuous tonight. You know that as well, don't you?" She was right. My DDD's made me quite the dish. "Yes Mistress." "A woman as hot as you would be any man's wet dream," she whispered. "But you're mine," she added, before I could fully process her suggestion that a man would want me. "I have a treat for you tonight baby," she teased me. "Want to know what it is?" I nodded. "Yes Mistress." "You're going to love it," she continued to torment me. "Are you ready?" I was going crazy from her rubbing and kissing me. Was I ready?! Yes! I was ready. "Yes Mistress," I provided the appropriate response. "Okay," she said. "Here it comes," she announced as I felt her swing her leg over my stomach and come to rest on top of my breasts. That's when I felt it. Felt it hit my chin. It landed with a whomp - heavy and bulbous as it bounced against my face. The suddenness of what Grace intended hit me. I wanted to open my eyes, but she'd told me not to. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel Grace's eyes burning on me, as she watched my reaction to the cock she was rubbing across my lips. I waited passively, knowing full well what she intended, but resisting in my own way. Grace seemed patient though. She said nothing. She continually moved the phallic rod gently across my lips. Eventually, I let my tongue slide between my lips and touch the tip. I licked it. I knew Grace was watching every move I made. Time stood still. I continued licking the tip of the penis, my own penis trapped more tightly than ever between my crotch. I opened my mouth and let my lips slip over the head of the cock I'd been teasing with my tongue. It was thick. The rim of the bulbous head slipped behind my lips and I sucked it gently, swirling my tongue around the head, the way I liked it done to me. I felt Grace rise up from my chest and I could tell that she was now towering over me. She began to push the head inside of my mouth. Gently though. As though she were helping me take it in. She would push in, then pull out. Push in, then pull out. She repeated the motion over and over. We fell into a rhythm. When she pushed in, I'd suck on her. When she pulled out, I'd reach up and try to not lose my grasp of her cock. As we continued like this, she slowly filled my mouth with more and more of the length of cock. I could feel it beginning to press against the back of my throat. It hurt at first, but Grace was slow and deliberate, seemingly in no hurry for me to stop. I could hear her breathing heavily as she fucked my mouth. I was relieved that she'd made me keep my eyes closed. I didn't want to see her watching me. The pressure at the back of my throat increased with each thrust. My mouth was growing tired. My jaws were sore from the size of the cock filling me. I began to get anxious as Grace pushed the cock against the tight opening at the back of my throat. She'd made me do it before so I knew it could be done. But I also knew it hurt at the moment of penetration. I was afraid. Maybe she wouldn't this time. No such luck. As if reading my mind, Grace asked me if I was ready. I didn't respond. I couldn't speak. My mouth was stuffed full of Grace's cock. I could only grunt and mumble. If my eyes were opened, Grace could read my eyes, and she'd no doubt see the fear and panic enveloping me. In the next split seconds, Grace flipped around so that her face was aimed toward my feet. She then leaned over until her face was between my thighs. She opened her mouth and went down on me, sucking on the satin strap that was pulled tight between my legs, securing my penis snugly against my ass crack. Despite my confinement, feeling her mouth sucking on me was incredible. Then, while I was experiencing the intense arousal she was providing to me, Grace drove the cock she had stuffed down my throat with such force that I could not resist the penetration past my larynx. I was deep-throating Grace - involuntarily - but nonetheless, she had crammed the entire dick down my throat. Once she'd gotten me to swallow the cock up to the balls, she began face-fucking me. Grace was, meanwhile, devouring me between my thighs, as though she were licking and sucking another girl's pussy. I was tormented by the pleasure I was experiencing with the restriction my cock felt from being so firmly confined between my legs. Grace was driving the phallus protruding out of her pussy in and out of my mouth. I sucked and sucked as hard as I could, as I knew what she expected of me. However, it wouldn't have mattered what I did - Grace was going to have her way with my mouth regardless. I wished she would release me and take me in her mouth, or better yet, let me fuck her. My cock was aching for release. As my mind was jumbled with confusing and conflicting thoughts, Grace suddenly stopped sucking on my crotch and raised up. As quickly as she had flipped around on me earlier, she flipped again. The cock she had crammed down my throat was fully withdrawn, leaving a void in my mouth that I suddenly wanted re-filled. But Grace had other ideas. Out of breath from her exertion from fucking my mouth, she ordered, "Turn over Sissy. It's time." I hesitated a second, processing what she meant by, 'It's time,' but she didn't let me think too long. "Now!" she ordered. I quickly obeyed. She positioned me onto my knees, raising my ass in the air. Suddenly, I knew what was coming. Grace deftly unsnapped the strap that had constricted my penis, releasing the pressure that had been causing me so much discomfort. I was harder than I could ever remember being. Just as quickly she'd nestled the huge, round point of the dildo I'd only moments before been sucking - been face-fucked with. Grace began pressing forward, inching her way inside of me. "Oh Sissy," she moaned. "Your pussy is so tight baby. So tight. Does it feel good? Do you want my cock Sissy?" I grimaced as I tried to accept the huge rod inside of me. I was concentrating so hard on not screaming at the pain from the invasion of my ass that I didn't object to Grace referring to it as my pussy. I needed to vocalize in some way and so I replied to her question, "Yes! I! Want ! You! To! Fuck! Meeeee! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I pleaded. And as I begged, Grace accommodated me by pushing further and further inside of me. The cock stretched my anal ring to its limit. I silently prayed that she wouldn't rip me wide open. Grace, for her part, slowly, yet steadily, drove inside of me. The long, thick dick filled me. The deeper she entered me, the less pain and discomfort I experienced. In fact, the feeling was erotically satisfying. Grace paused as she pressed fully inside of me. She leaned over my back, her breasts rubbing against me. She reached under me and grabbed onto and pressed one of my boobs against me. She then whispered in my ear, "You sexy little bitch. I've wanted to fuck you since I laid eyes on you tonight. And now I am going to give it to you good. Get ready my little sissy," she hissed as she withdrew and then drove back into me. She pulled out again and drove in again. I was wet now, and so her dick slid more smoothly inside of me. As Grace fucked me with intense energy and enthusiasm, I met her thrusts by humping against her, eagerly accepting the domination she exerted upon me. She fucked me for a long time before she let go of my breast and grasped my penis that was now dangling freely between my legs. Grace began masturbating me as she fucked me. "Okay Sissy. Time for you to cum baby. Time for you to cum." She jacked me in her hand, urging me to cum. "Squirt Sissy! Squirt!" she exhorted me. I was ready. Boy, was I ready! In one motion, I'd hump against Grace's dick to take her deeper inside of me. In another, I fucked my penis inside of her fist. I became lost in the violence of Grace's control of me. "Fuck me Mistress," I pleaded. "Please fuck me!" I screamed out into the flickering candlelight illuminating her bedroom. And then, with one final push back, and then down, I began spewing sperm beneath me, Grace squeezing me as she helped me release everything that had been damned up inside of me until this moment. Grace and I were each out of breath by the time she slowed down and began to withdraw from me. I wasn't prepared for the emptiness - the sense of loss I was about to feel - when the cock slipped out of me. I can't really describe the feeling, other than to say that I immediately wanted her back inside of me. Grace rolled me onto my back. My eyes had long since opened. Grace peered into my weak, submissive orbits. She was smiling almost cruelly as she reached next to me, where I'd been moments before, on my knees, submitting to her force. When her hand reappeared she was moving it toward my face and she placed her cupped hand onto my mouth. The volume of my thick eruption, spent at the height of my arousal, was startling. I accepted that Grace intended for me to swallow my own sperm. I licked her hand and as I did, she pulled it away, wiping the remaining jizz all over my face. She reached back down and came up with more and wiped it all over me. She then began kissing me all over, licking and tasting me. At that moment I couldn't have denied her anything. I was utterly confused about everything, and yet, knew that I'd never be able to resist her. I could only place all of my trust in the hope that Grace did love me as she'd said, and that she'd never abuse my love. I was going to ask her to marry me this weekend, no matter what. I loved this woman and, in this moment, I knew that I was ready to give myself to her, on whatever terms she demanded. Grace collapsed on top of me when she'd finally cleaned the sperm off of my face. We snuggled closely, her boobs pressed firmly against my back, the cock she'd fucked me with lying between my thighs, squeezed against my now soft penis, one hand holding me tightly to her by squeezing my own huge knocker. We lay there silently for a while. I didn't know what to say about what had just happened. Before long, I recognized the sound of Grace's even breathing that let me know she'd fallen asleep. But I couldn't sleep. My mind was flying in a million different directions. I love her. I want her. Can I be the person she wants me to be? A si, si, girl? I still couldn't accept what was as plain as the nose on my face. And yet, I just had. And willingly. I'd let my girlfriend fuck me. She'd told me she was fucking my "pussy." Guys don't have pussies. But si, si, girls do. I did it for Grace. For Grace, I submitted to her fantasy. She wanted me to be a certain way. And yet, she still needed a m, m, man she'd said. A real cock. Didn't I have real cock? What was I? Wasn't I a man? Didn't I have a cock? And then I began thinking about the rest of the week. Grace was going to Dallas with her boss. She'd fucked him tonight. Or he'd fucked her. Which was it? They fucked each other. And what was my reaction? After I sucked his cum out of her pussy? Did I tell her we were through? Did I tell her she could not, under any circumstances, continue to fuck him? If we were to remain together? No. I. Let. Her. Fuck. Me. And was I going to stop her from going to Dallas in the morning? No. I was going to help her pick out sexy lingerie to wear on her trip. I was going to stand by and accept that my girlfriend was going to let a man - that is, another man - fuck her while I would probably dress up as a woman for her, even when she wasn't here to see me do it. Just because she wanted me to do it for her. Fuck! What had become of me?