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Chapter Thirteen - Grace Attains A Milestone I crawled out of bed and semi-staggered into the bathroom. My head hurt a little, probably from too much wine the night before. I stripped out of my gown and stepped under the hot spray of the shower. It felt wonderful. I washed using Grace's scented soap. I reached behind me and pulled on the butt plug, finding it was firmly encased inside of me. As I moved it, the grip loosened and the phallus began to slide out of me. I washed it thoroughly with soap. Once I realized that I was going to be late, I saw no reason to rush. I went to the bedroom to retrieve my phone so that I could call Nancy and let her know I'd be late. There were several text messages from Grace. They read as follows: "Wear the plug today." "Wear my red panty girdle." "The one with the garter clips." "Tuck yourself." "Wear my Farr West red slip." "I love you." "Can't wait to see you tonight." "My pretty girl." So, there it was. Grace wanted me to spend my entire day at work, constantly reminded of what she'd made me do earlier this morning. I was going to walk around with the plug up my butt, held firmly in place by the panty girdle, my own penis tucked firmly up next to it. I called Nancy and told her I was going to be late. I had a half a mind to just tell her I wasn't feeling well, and not go in at all. But then Grace would think I did it to avoid complying with her instructions. So, I really had no choice - at least as long as I chose Grace. I gathered together all of the lingerie Grace told me to wear. I then lay back on the bed and reinserted the butt plug. I slid the plug in deeper until it was fully lodged, held in place by the several ridges of the phallic device. I pulled on a pair of red bikini panties and then pulled the red panty girdle into place. Once the girdle was on, I knew that the plug was not going to wriggle its way out of me. It didn't really feel uncomfortable. I just felt full. I slipped on a pair of black stockings, securing them to the clips attached to the girdle. Finally, I dropped Grace's very expensive Farr West slip over my shoulders. It felt really nice. Turning to my male garb, I chose a blue oxford cloth shirt to better hide the slip. I wore a grey, glen plaid suit with a pink and light blue striped tie. Once I was dressed, I headed out to face the world, wondering how weird it was going to feel to be walking around with a plug up my ass all day. To start with, I quickly realized that there was no way that I was going to get used to walking with what amounted to a cock up my butt all day. The feeling of having a hard object in my ass was strange. It was as though I was continually aroused from having the object rubbing against my prostate as I walked. Thus, my penis was constantly erect. Being tucked tightly between my thighs, and being held firmly against my ass crack by the panty girdle increased the sexual tension I experienced. All of these sensations were triggered before I'd even partially traversed the lobby of Grace's apartment building. I was extremely self-conscious of my gait, worrying that the plug would cause me to walk with a more feminine sway, the absolute last thing I wanted to happen. When I sat down in my car, the plug pressed even deeper within me. My penis involuntarily twitched in its tightly confined place between my thighs. I was continually aware of the intrusion in my ass during the entire drive in to the office. It was all I could do to concentrate on driving. I parked and exited the parking garage. The moment of truth for me was drawing near. I hoped no one in my office would notice anything odd about the way I walked. I was especially nervous about walking down the hallway where all of the secretaries were located. Like many law firms, all of the secretaries who worked for our firm were young and attractive. I knew that some of them had even been taken advantage of by a few of the partners. I never took such liberties with any of them as it always seemed wrong to me to do so. Several of them greeted me with pleasant smiles as I walked down the corridor. I said good morning and made my way as quickly as I could to my office. As I reached my office, I noticed that Mandy and Nancy were huddled close together looking at Nancy's computer screen. "Good morning ladies," I said as I drew near. Nancy turned quickly, almost as though startled. "Good morning Danni," she sang out. That immediately struck me as strange. Nancy always called me Dan. What possessed her to refer to me as Danni? Mandy joined in the greeting. "Getting a late start today, aren't you Danni?" Mandy observed. I stuttered a moment, "We, well, I suppose that is true." "Late night?" she persisted. "I wouldn't say that." I wasn't saying she was not correct. I only said that I wouldn't say that. "Ready for the big day tomorrow?" she sang out. I was worried that Nancy would find out what was going on. "Uh, yeah," I replied uncomfortably. "What time does Grace get home tonight?" Mandy asked, continuing to pepper me with questions. "She said her flight gets in at 6:55 p.m." "You picking her up at the airport?" she asked. "I could ride with you if you want," she offered. I was really uncomfortable with this conversation, especially in front of Nancy. "I, uh, I'm not picking her up," I said, hoping to quash the conversation. "Really!?" Mandy exclaimed in disbelief. "You're making your girlfriend take a cab from the airport!! You can't do that Danni!" she chastised me. I was embarrassed beyond belief. I wasn't making Grace take a cab. I'd offered to pick her up. She was letting her boss bring her home. I was only hoping against hope that he wouldn't come inside with her. I didn't know how to respond to Mandy's attack. "I offered to pick her up," I explained. "She told me she didn't need a ride." "Well that's ridiculous!" she went on. "I'm calling her. You and I are gonna pick her up!" she insisted. "There is no way I'm going to let her take a cab home." I had to say something. "Uh, Mandy," I began. "Yes?" she responded exasperated. "Gr, Grace ha, has a ride home," I told her. She looked at me, confused. "But you said you weren't picking her up?" "I'm not," I reiterated. "Sh, she's getting a ride from her boss," I blurted out. Mandy's hand went to her mouth in surprise. "Ooooooohhh," she said. "I seeeee! Hmmm. Well, I guess we don't want to interfere with that," she whispered, obviously sorry she'd pushed me too far on the subject. I just wanted to get out of the hallway and into my office. "Yeah, well, it's okay," I said. "This way I can fix her a nice dinner before she gets home." Nancy gasped when she heard me say that. "You cook for your girlfriend Danni? Oh my! What a lucky girl she is to have a man who will serve her dinner." Now I was even more embarrassed. My secretary now knew that I waited on Grace. And I hoped she wasn't going to start calling me Danni in the office. Soon, everyone would be calling me Danni. I was feeling self-conscious enough as it was because of walking around with a butt plug stuck up my butt. Add to the embarrassment I felt because my girlfriend was letting her boss bring her home from the airport instead of me, my secretary calling me by my girlfriend's new pet name for me, and I just wanted to crawl under a rock. Alas, there were no rocks in my law firm. Instead, I quickly dipped into my office to attempt to get some work done. When I sat down the butt plug pressed deeper inside of me. It felt alternately uncomfortable and arousing, depending upon the pressure and angle created by my body position. If Grace's goal was to cause me to be constantly aware of what she could get me to do for her, then mission accomplished. There was no way I wouldn't be thinking of her all day. I already wanted the day to be over and for her to be home with me, and away from Rex. Somehow, despite the internal turmoil I was experiencing, I managed to get some work done. I convinced myself that I did not need to worry about Grace and her boss. It was me, after all, that she was coming home to be with tonight. And it was me who was going to ask her to marry him this weekend. And if her best friend Mandy could be relied upon, Grace was going to accept my proposal. I was confident that my acquiesence to her sexual kinks would win the day. Once we were married, I did not think Grace would be the type of woman who would be unfaithful, so I was sure that everything would work out. Just before lunch Mandy stopped by my office. She wanted to finalize our plan to go shopping the next day. We agreed that she would come by Grace's apartment just before noon, and that she would come up with an excuse to steal me for the afternoon. Although I probably should have still been upset with Mandy over what she did to me the other night, I couldn't be. Mandy was one of those girls you just couldn't be mad at. Plus, she knew my secret, and didn't make me feel embarrassed about it. That counted for something. I decided to leave a little early since it was Friday and I wasn't really accomplishing anything. Plus, I was anxious to get to Grace's apartment to begin preparing for her homecoming. If her flight arrived on time she'd be home by eight - the perfect time for a relaxing dinner. I couldn't wait to have Grace all to myself. Walter greeted me as I entered the apartment lobby. "Hi Walter," I replied chirpily. "How are you this afternoon?" "I'm fine Danni," he said. He was already walking beside me to the elevator to give me access to Grace's penthouse. "I guess you're looking forward to Ms. Andrews' return?" he asked. "Yes. I am," I acknowledged. At that point the elevator doors opened and Walter said goodnight and descended back to his front desk duties. I immediately went to Grace's bedroom to begin preparing for the evening. After hanging my work clothes in her closet, I removed the lingerie I was wearing and removed the butt plug. The sudden feeling of emptiness was a perplexing sense of relief and disappointment. I then went to draw a hot bath. Not expecting Grace until around eightish, I had plenty of time to get ready. I soaked in the lilac scented bath water for a good thirty minutes. After lathering my legs and underarms, and shaving, making sure that I was smooth all over, I stepped into the shower to rinse. I dried off and then coated my body with scented body lotion. Grace had a sheer white gown hanging on her bathroom door. I draped the soft and silky gown over my shoulders. Next came makeup. Grace had emphasized that she wanted me to be pretty and sexy for her when she arrived home. I wanted the entire weekend to be perfect, capped off with my marriage proposal. I intended to be everything I believed Grace could want me to be between her arrival home and my popping the question. I began with my nails. Using an emory board, I smoothed my toenails. Separating each toe with tissue, as I'd seen Grace do, I carefully applied a fresh coat of shiny red polish to each of my toes. While they dried, I attached false nails to my hands and, likewise, smoothed the edges and then coated them with shiny red polish. While my nails were drying, I went into the kitchen to survey what I could use to prepare a nice dinner for Grace. There were plenty of fresh vegetables for making a salad. Grace had some fresh broccoli as well. Searching through her freezer I was able to find some frozen shrimp that I placed in some cool water to thaw. Perfect! The dinner menu was set. Next I went to her bar to make sure I had everything necessary to make Grace a Cosmo for when she arrived. I knew she'd want one of those after her flight. Glancing at the clock on the stove, I felt butterflies as I realized she was in the air already. My nails had dried by then so I returned to Grace's vanity to apply makeup. I studied my male face for a few minutes. It was still difficult for me to believe that by simply applying the right combination of cosmetics, I could convert a rather plain, male face, into a pretty, feminine countenance. I applied an even coating of smooth foundation cream. Then, I plucked a few eyebrow hairs to give a bit more arch to my brows. I wanted to be pretty and sexy, as Grace had asked. But I didn't want to appear slutty. I brushed a light rose-colored eye-shadow along the tops of my eyelids, complimented with a thin, dark line highlighting the edges. Rose rouge along my cheekbones made my face appear perky and fresh. To add an air of mystery, I applied a heavy coating of eyelash thickening mascara. Finally, after outlining my lips with a dark red lip pencil, I filled them in with a heavy coating of thick and shiny red lipstick. Pursing my lips as I checked out my feminized face, I smacked my lips together and said to my reflection in the mirror, "Such a pretty girl Danni! Very nice!" The final decision lie in choosing the correct outfit to set the perfect mood from the moment Grace arrived. I wanted to send her the message that I was in the mood for love. Thus, I decided that I would wear only lingerie - and skimpy at that. After scanning the many choices in Grace's closet, I decided that the best option to achieve my goal was the red satin corset and matching bra that Grace had me wear for her the night before she left on her trip. I hoped the outfit would trigger the memory of the amazing sex we'd had on that night. First, I picked out a pair of red lace French-cut panties. I shimmied them up my smoothly shaved legs, tucking my penis between my thighs. Next, I wrapped the corset around my torso and sucked in my tummy, fastening the clasps from the bottom up until my waist was shrunk by at least a few inches. After pulling up the zipper, I turned to examine my physique in Grace's full-length mirror. I couldn't help admiring the hourglass figure created by the shiny, constricting garment. I opened Grace's pantyhose and stocking drawer to find a nice pair to attach to the garter clips of my corset. One pair, in particular, immediately caught my eye. They were red and black, the different colors creating a zig-zag pattern from toe to the red banded welt at the top. Sitting on the edge of Grace's bed, I carefully pulled a stocking up each of my legs and connected the clips. The red heels I was looking for were in Grace's closet - six inch stilettos - shiny paten leather. I slipped my stocking-clad feet in each shoe and then stood to admire my uplifted ass. With each transformative step, I became more and more feminine looking. As I was currently attired, I looked totally, well, femmy - a guy dressed in women's clothing. This was the look I was most uncomfortable with. This was when, no matter how I tried to convince myself otherwise, I looked like a sissy. I rationalized that this visage was the one that argued for dressing all of the way like a woman. At least in that way, I didn't look like a sissy. I picked up the matching bra and wrapped it around my chest, fastening the clasps, and then turning it around and slipping my arms under the straps, settling them neatly upon my shoulders. Grace must have put the larger breast forms away because I didn't immediately see them in her closet. I searched her shelves trying to find a package identifying the forms. As I scanned the shelves my eyes lighted upon a box that had a diagram of a breast on the side. I pulled it off of the shelf and read the product description on the top - "Big Girls - For That Busty Look For Your Sissy - DDD Forms." Grace had certainly been busy buying various accouterments for molding me into what she was obviously attempting to make me. I couldn't help laughing at her determination. 'What the heck!' I thought. I decided to use them instead of the smaller pair I'd been using. I settled the soft, cool forms with their attached protruding nipples inside of my bra cups. They more than filled the cups, a lot of the breast showing at the top of the bra. It looked even more sexy and sensual. The weight of them upon my chest as they settled into their cups was significant. The shift from a femmy guy to a pretty girl was almost complete. Which wig to wear? Blonde? Auburn? Redhead? It wasn't really a question for me - I was going to wear the sultry red wig with the bangs. I retrieved the red wig from its stand in Grace's closet and carefully fitted the soft human hair wig over my head. I sat down to Grace's vanity and began brushing the soft hair until it was fluffy and flowing down my back. I liked the way the bangs framed my face and gave it a soft, feminine appearance. I opened Grace's jewelry box and scanned her huge collection. I loved the clip on dangling pearl earrings she'd had me wear on prior occasions, so I fastened those to my earlobes. She also had a pretty necklace made of three strands of pearls with a ruby heart pendant attached at the center. I placed that around my neck. For my wrists I selected a pearl tennis bracelet on one hand and several gold bangle bracelets for the other. There was still something missing. I needed something to soften the look of the corset that shaped my waist. The last time I wore this corset, Grace had me wear a long flowing, sheer pink gown. I wanted a different look. I scanned her collection of baby-dolls. The one I chose was a sheer white georgette baby-doll that had a pleated skirt and a lace top. The baby-doll barely covered the tops of my thighs. Even better, my red satin corset and bra showed through the thin fabric. The result was a soft, flowing cover that highlighted my legs in their stockings and heels. I turned to view my physique from several angles in the mirror. The thought that kept running through my mind was that someone was in trouble tonight - and I had a feeling it was going to be me. Grace was going to be so hot when she saw me. My penis twitched within its tight confinement between my thighs as I contemplated Grace's reaction to my welcome home for her. Because I'd gotten home early, I was completely dressed and ready for Grace by six o'clock. Her plane wasn't due to land for an hour, and she'd be another hour getting home from the airport. Since I had time, I went to her bar and prepared a drink to enjoy on her balcony. I decided upon a gin and tonic. I turned on some relaxing music and walked out to the balcony. I was just settling in to relax for a while when my cell phone rang. I picked it up and saw that it was Grace calling. That was odd since I thought she was in the air, where she couldn't use her cell phone. I answered cheerfully, "Hi baby," I whispered in a feminine voice. "Danni?" Grace's voice asked, initially confused by me using a fem voice to answer my phone. "Yes," I cooed in reply. "Are you home?" I asked. Grace giggled as she realized what I was doing. "You sound cute honey. But no, I'm not home. That's why I'm calling. Our flight leaving Dallas got cancelled." My heart sank like a stone to my stomach. She wasn't coming home? After I went to all of this trouble for her? Oh no! "What happened?!" I asked, the disappointment in my voice crystal clear. "I'm sorry Danni," she tried to console me. "There was engine trouble that they hoped to get fixed. We've been waiting at the airport to see what was going to happen. We just found out that we can't get a commercial flight out of here tonight. But there's good news," she added. In a pouty voice I asked, "What good news? I miss you so much! I was looking forward to dinner with you tonight." "Well, I may have to cancel dinner baby. But the good news is I'll be home after all. One of Rex's clients is having us flown home in his private leer jet. We may even be there before ten. But we'll be served dinner on the plane, so you should go ahead and eat. Can you wait up for me? I miss you too and can't wait to see you." I was relieved to hear she was going to be home, although disappointed that she wouldn't be here for dinner. "Okay," I said, my disappointment still evident in my voice. "I'll wait up," I assured her. "Danni?" She sounded as though she were whispering so no one could overhear her. "Yes?" "Are you pretty baby?" Now it was my turn to tease. "Maybe. You'll have to be the judge of that when you see me." She giggled. "Oh my! You naughty little tease. I can't wait!" "I'll have a Cosmo waiting for you." "Yummy! See you soon. I love you." I smiled. "I love you too." My momentary disappointment was erased by those three magic little words. Plus, the good news that she wasn't staying another night in Dallas with her boss, after all, helped. I'd just have to eat alone and then wait a little longer. I wanted to be ready for her though, so I called down to Walter to let him know Grace's flight was delayed and that she'd be arriving later. I asked him to give me a call when she arrived so that I could have a drink ready for her. He assured me he would do that. I went into the kitchen and fixed a salad. I then cleaned a stalk of broccoli and put it in a steamer to cook. I wasn't starved, plus with my tummy so tightly constricted by the corset, I didn't want to stuff myself, so I took only four of the shrimp from the package. I placed a frying pan on the stove on medium heat, and then dropped a few pads of butter in the bottom to melt. When the butter began sizzling, I dropped the shrimp in the pan and lightly salted them with garlic salt, pepper and chili powder. They were cooked just right within minutes. I arranged the shrimp neatly on a small plate, then removed the broccoli from the pot and put it on the plate as well. I sprinkled some Italian dressing on my salad, poured a glass of white wine and went out to the balcony to eat - alone. The evening was beautiful. It would have been nice to have Grace there with me. Still, I was happy knowing she would be home soon. I was excited for her to see how pretty I'd made myself for her. As the thought ran through my mind I smiled to myself. So much of what Grace had demanded, coaxed, and persuaded me to do for her over the course of what really amounted to a whirlwind romance, had been difficult for me to accept. But I was genuinely excited getting ready for her tonight, and couldn't wait for her to see me. Dinner was delicious - and just the right amount of food. The cool breeze off of the Potomac felt refreshing, causing my baby-doll to flutter softly across my thighs. The weight of the breast forms that had now warmed to my body temperature, and nearly felt like a part me, was a constant reminder that my body was shaped as a buxom woman. Every now and then I'd massage one, tweaking the large, always erect nipple. When I finished my wine, I decided to have another gin and tonic. I noticed my wine glass and first glass of gin and tonic were coated along the rim with red lipstick, so I went to retrieve the tube from Grace's vanity. I wanted to have a full, fresh coating on when she arrived. I passed the hours listening to music and slowly sipping one gin and tonic after another. Before long I was feeling just a little bit tipsy. Okay. Maybe more than a bit tipsy. Though I tried to resist doing so, I was constantly eying the clock. Consequently, time dragged on. I nearly jumped out of my heels when the phone rang on the hall table. Jumping to my feet, I nearly lost my balance in my 6-inch spikes, but managed to catch the phone in time. Sure enough, it was Walter letting me know Grace would soon be here. I thanked him, hung up, and quickly walked to the bar to prepare Grace's Cosmo. I was able to make it to the elevator doors before Grace's car made it all of the way to the top. I posed in a subservient posture, holding her Cosmo in one hand, ready to hand to her, my other hand on my hip, suggestively akimbo. As the bell rang and the doors slid open, I don't know who was more surprised - me or her. The expression on Grace's face when she saw me waiting to serve her a Cosmo, dressed as I was, was priceless. Her hand went involuntarily to her mouth, opened in a mixture of shock and surprise. Her eyes smiled their complete approval of the visage standing before her. My expression must have been equally priceless to her. Frankly, I didn't know what to think, or feel. Grace is beautiful no matter what she wears, but as with most truly beautiful women, Grace was adept at creating a variety of looks depending upon the clothes she wore and how she assembled them. Grace was wearing my jeans - and they looked, in my opinion, much better on her than they had on me. She even wore the same belt I'd worn. She had on a pair of red lizard skin six-inch high heels which, much like I found when I wore heels, accentuated her butt, and especially so in the skin tight blue jeans. Finally, she wore a tight, red t-shirt that just barely covered her boobs, stopping just above her belly button. Across the chest of the t-shirt, in three lines of black text, were the words, "Proud Member - Midland Oil & Gas - Mile High Club." I wasn't sure what the t-shirt message meant, but I'd heard of the 'Mile High Club,' and that Grace was wearing such a t-shirt while flying made me suddenly feel very uncomfortable. Grace's hair was unkempt and, frankly, a bit wild looking. I supposed that traveling, it was possible for one's hair to become messy. But Grace looked almost, well, trashy. All I could picture in my mind was her walking around the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport dressed as she was - men ogling her every step. All of these thoughts flashed through my head in that moment when we first laid eyes upon each other. I was searching for words while Grace grinned lecherously at me. Finally, I dipped in a partial curtsy, "Welcome home Mistress," I whispered seductively. "I prepared your usual," I added, as I handed her the freshly made Cosmo. Picking up on my curtsy and reference to her as 'Mistress,' Grace took the Cosmo from my hand and said, "Thank you so much Sissy." She tilted the glass back and took a healthy swig. "Mmmmm! Delicious Sissy! What an amazing welcome home! I can't decide whether to fuck you now, or save it for later. You look absolutely scrumptious!" I blushed involuntarily at her crude suggestion. Grace moved off of the elevator with her luggage, and swooped in for a nice, wet, full mouth kiss. I welcomed her tongue down my throat as she grabbed my ass cheek and squeezed it. "Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm! You are going to be hard to resist sweetie!" I blushed again at her gushing over me. She brushed my face with the back of her hand. "So pretty," she whispered. "Bring my bag back while I change into something more suitable," she comfortably directed me as she walked to her room. I got a good look at her sweet ass in my tight jeans as I followed, carrying her suitcase. The way she walked in her spiked heels was hypnotic. Grace walked directly to her closet. She threw back the rest of her Cosmo, handed me her empty glass, and said, "Just leave the bag. Fix me another. I'll be right out." She was pulling off the tight t-shirt as I walked out. She was wearing her shelf bra under the shirt, explaining why her nipples protruded so prominently in the front. I licked my lips as I thought of taking her firm nipples in my mouth. While Grace changed I made her a fresh drink. I made one for myself while I was at it. I was still feeling the effects of the several drinks I'd already had, thankful now that my inhibitions were diminished. I wanted to be free and easy tonight for Grace, going along with her every whim. When Grace walked out of her room only a few minutes later, it was my turn for my jaw to drop. Grace looked ravishing! Ravishing. And dominant. My description of her will fall woefully short of adequately describing how unbelievably beautiful she was. Grace was wearing a shiny, black paten leather, under-bust corset. The top of the corset provided a shelf to support her full, succulent, plump breasts. She wore no bra. Black stockings were attached to six garter clips per thigh. She had on a pair of tight, black paten leather bikini panties that highlighted the perfectly round shape of her ass. The topper was a dom-style pair of knee-high, black paten leather boots with heels that were at least six inches tall. Over top of this she wore a black net, baby-doll nighty, so we ended up being dressed similarly, but with drastically different results. As I indicated, Grace looked forceful and dominant, whereas I looked, well, submissive. Grace had brushed out her hair and fluffed it until it was full and big. She wore a single diamond pendant on a gold chain around her tall, thin neck. She'd painted her lips with a shiny, deep, deep red - so red it was almost black - lip-gloss. She sauntered out to the balcony walking with an exaggerated sway of her hips. She came right up to me, took the Cosmo out of my hand, pressed her naked breasts firmly against mine and said, "To my beautiful, sweet, darling Sissy - and to a long night of sexual consumption." I gulped in apprehension, and erotic anticipation. I desperately wanted whatever she desired to do with me. At the same time, I trembled with a sense of fearful anxiety of how far Grace might push me. She had a wild and dangerous look in her eyes. Grace continued to stand close to me, breathing in my ear, kissing my neck and stroking my ass with her fingernails. I stood by submissively, letting her touch me in any way she chose. She planted soft, gentle kisses on my lips, licking my lips and teasing me with her tongue. The sexual tension created by her silent exploration of my body caused my penis to throb as it fought futilely to escape from the restraint of the strap attached to my corset, securing it firmly between my legs. It was all I could do to resist exploding and making a mess between my thighs. I was determined to hold out until Grace was ready - and she seemed equally determined to draw out the sexual anticipation as long as possible. Taking me by the hand, Grace led me to the love seat and pulled me down next her. I nestled my head onto her shoulder, relishing the gentleness of her loving touch. I allowed myself to dream of what a lifetime of this kind of love would be like. If this is what I would be in for if Grace were my wife, I thought maybe I could dress like this for her in return. I sighed and whispered, "I'm so glad you were able to make it home. I would have been so disappointed if you had been stuck in Dallas tonight." She replied, "I'm glad I made it home too. Seeing you like this, waiting for me, is more than I hoped for." "How was your flight on the leer jet?" I asked. "Oh God Sissy! You wouldn't have believed it! I've never flown on a private jet before. This thing was like a home in the sky. It had a living room area, full kitchen, study, three bedrooms, showers, everything. There was a small theatre where you could watch movies. And the staff waited on us like nothing you'd ever seen - attending to our every whim." "Wow!" I responded. "Sounds amazing! Maybe you were lucky your flight got cancelled. How many passengers?" I asked, though I really didn't want to hear the answer. I just couldn't seem to resist asking. "Just me and Rex. He's done a lot for this company, so it was really no big deal for them to help us out. They were happy to do it." "What company?" I asked. "Midland Oil and Gas. That's where I got the t-shirt I was wearing." "Oh," I said. I didn't think I wanted to know any more about the t- shirt, so I left that alone. Grace finished her drink and handed me her glass. She didn't need to tell me she wanted another Cosmo. I got the impression she was going to be up for a while. I was kind of looking forward to a nice long night with Grace, especially the way she was treating me. I stood to fix us each fresh drinks. As I stood, Grace possessively ran her hand up my thigh between my legs and grabbed my crotch. I playfully slapped her hand away and swished away. As I shook her Cosmo, I heard Grace's cell phone ringing. It was after eleven o'clock. I wondered who could be calling so late. I glanced out the window and watched her talking. She seemed serious. Although the drinks were ready, I thought it might be better if I allowed Grace to finish her call. I hoped it wasn't Rex calling her. Grace laughed as she ended the call. I walked back out to the porch, determined to keep quiet and not ask her who called. It didn't matter. I wasn't going to let anything mess up this weekend. I handed Grace her Cosmo and sat down next to her, nuzzling up close, hoping to coax her into holding me in her arms. "It looks like we're going to have company Sissy," she said. Surprised, I looked up into her eyes. "Really? Who?" She chuckled. "It seems our girlfriend Mandy has been carousing around Georgetown tonight, and wants to crash here. I'm sorry, but I can't tell her no." Of course, I was disappointed. Things were going so great with Grace. But I knew she was right. She couldn't tell Mandy no. "I know," I said, the disappointment in my voice clear. I leaned in closer to Grace. I was thinking something. I wasn't absolutely certain about what Mandy knew. But I knew what Grace wanted, if only I?d give it to her. The question was, should I risk it with Mandy? ?Do you think I should change clothes before she gets here?? I asked. Grace looked down at my face. ?I suppose. If you?d feel more comfortable." She was letting me decide - but not encouraging me either. So she was thinking about the three of us. I was quiet a few more minutes. I could hear Grace?s heart beating in my ear as I rested against her breast. ?Or,? I began, ?We could see what Mandy wants. Maybe,? I suggested, ?She could find something suitable to wear and we could just continue on with our evening. Maybe have a little pajama party? What would you think of that?? I couldn?t see, but I could feel Grace smiling above me. ?Hmmm,? she began, as if she hadn?t thought of it herself, but was considering it. ?Is that something you?d be comfortable with Sissy?? she asked. It was my turn to smile. Grace, ever the manipulator, wanted this to be my decision. ?I, I th, think so,? I admitted. ?Yes. I do.? ?Well, okay then. Let?s see how Mandy reacts when she gets here, and we?ll take it from there." I didn?t ask, and Grace didn?t say, whether she knew that Mandy knew either that Danni was Sissy, or that Sissy was a guy. It was like we were each seeing how far the other would go with this. Grace touched me on the cheek, turning my face toward hers. She looked inquisitively into my eyes, a devilish glint twinkling within. I could almost see the gears moving. ?She?ll be here soon, I think. I have an idea. Are you sure you?re up for this baby?? she asked, seeking to cement my commitment. I wasn't one-hundred per cent certain how I felt about letting loose with both Grace and Mandy. But I was fairly sure Grace wanted this. And I was committed to not letting Grace down. I nodded my agreement to go along with whatever devious plan she set in motion. She nodded her head and said, ?Okay. When Mandy arrives, you go into the guest room and stay out of sight. Wait for me to get Mandy into my bedroom. Then come back out here and mix us all a Cosmo and wait for us on the balcony. Got it?? I nodded and smiled, ?Got it!? ?Great!? Grace said, a distinct tone of satisfaction in her voice. ?This could be a special night Sissy.? I blushed as I said, ?It already has been. It can only get better. Right?? ?That?s my girl,? Grace cooed as she pulled my mouth to hers and gave me another deep, wet and sensual kiss. Grace then stood and took me by the hand, leading me to the guest room so I?d be out of sight when Mandy arrived. Just as we got to the guest room, the elevator doorbell rang. Grace gave me one last quick kiss and then closed the door to go greet Mandy. I listened at the door to try to hear their conversation. ?Mandy!? Grace greeted her friend cheerfully. ?How are you love?? ?Gracie?!? she exclaimed in surprise. I assumed she was reacting to Grace?s attire. But she said nothing specific about it. Then she said, ?I?m great! Thanks so much for letting me stay here. I just didn?t want to drive back to Arlington tonight.? ?You?re always welcome at my apartment Mandy. You know that,? Grace assured her. ?Where?s Danni?? Mandy asked Grace. ?Danni isn?t here,? Grace answered. I wondered why she said that to Mandy. Then it hit me. What Grace meant was that ?Danni? wasn?t there - but ?Sissy? was. She simply wasn?t saying so to Mandy. Then Grace said, ?Come with me for a minute Mandy. I have something I want you to see.? I heard Grace?s bedroom door close, and then I could only hear that they were talking ? not what was being said. I carefully opened the guest room door and quietly walked - a tricky task in spiked heels - to the bar, to prepare fresh Cosmos, as Grace had told me to do. My penis twitched in its constraint with the anticipation of whatever it was Grace was up to with Mandy in the other room. I steeled myself for the rest of the night. I?d promised Grace that I could do this with Mandy. Since I already knew that Grace and Mandy would have no difficulty with the three of us being together, how well things progressed would be up to me. I was determined to not let Grace down. Once the drinks were prepared, I set them on a tray, carried them to the balcony, and set them on the table. I then went back inside of the guest room and closed the door. In a few minutes, I heard Grace?s bedroom door open and could hear the sound of heels clicking as the two women crossed the floor, heading in the direction of the balcony. I heard Mandy ask, ?Where is she?? I opened the door and made my entrance. Holding my shoulders back, pressing my DDD?s proudly out before me, I walked slowly and seductively toward Mandy and Grace on the porch. Grace was observing, the pride in her eyes evident, as Mandy and I took our first looks at each other. Grace had dressed Mandy in an outfit similar to each of ours. Mandy was wearing a pink paten leather corset, trimmed in light blue lace. Like Grace?s, Mandy?s corset was an under bust with a shelf that supported her pert breasts. Her nipples were clearly excited as they pointed firmly outward from her orbits. Mandy was wearing black stockings and had on a pair of six-inch, pink paten leather high heels. She wore a pair of pink paten leather bikini panties, the leg openings outlined in fluttery blue lace. Mandy was wearing a sheer red baby-doll nighty over her corset. Her lips were coated with a bright, wet and shiny, pink lipstick and her hair was pulled back into a sexy ponytail on top of her head. They each already had a drink in their hand. When I reached the two beautiful women, Grace handed me one. Until now, no words had been spoken. But volumes had been said with our eyes. Grace broke the ice. ?So Sissy,? she began. ?What do you think of our house guest?s pajama party outfit?? ?Sh, she?s beautiful Mistress,? I replied in a breathy voice. Mandy exclaimed, ?Sissy! You look amazing honey.? She leaned in to kiss me. I accepted her advance as Grace watched. The kiss was soft, warm and tender. When we broke, Grace took Mandy?s place and gave me an equally sensuous kiss. When we parted, Grace turned to Mandy and kissed her while I watched the two old friends, women who already were comfortable and seasoned with the pleasures each woman could bring to the other. Grace led us to the couch and sat in the center, directing us each to one side of her. Grace was asserting herself as the dominant one for the evening. Mandy and I sat next to Grace, crossing our legs sexily as we leaned in and cuddled with her. The evening air was cool, but we were fine as we warmed each other with our body heat. Grace proposed a toast, ?To my two precious girls ? may we always remember this time together as one of our finest hours.? We clinked our glasses and drank a toast to each other. Then, we sat quietly together, sipping our drinks. I was wondering what would happen next. Mandy set her drink on the end table. I watched as she lifted up Grace?s baby-doll, revealing her nude breasts. She leaned in and kissed Grace?s nipple, leaving a bright pink lipstick ring. Then she licked Grace?s nipple with her wet tongue, circling her areola with soft, wet licks. I decided to join in and set about doing the same thing to Grace?s other breast. The eroticism of Mandy and me making love to Grace at the same time was something I?d imagined, but until now, couldn?t really fathom how intense it would feel. We each attended to one of Grace?s breasts - licking, kissing, and sucking her. Grace was mewing and moaning her appreciation. Mandy and I, likewise, expressed our enjoyment of the act with similar sounds. As I was kissing Grace?s left breast, I felt Mandy?s face draw near to mine. She turned my mouth to hers and kissed me, Grace?s nipple between our lips. Grace noticeably jumped as she reacted to the junction of our mouths around her tit. My penis was throbbing wildly as it was squeezed tightly between my thighs. I couldn?t believe how arousing this was! Mandy and I began kissing each other passionately ? our tongues dancing together ? fighting for opportunities to lick and kiss Grace?s nipple. After a few minutes of our kissing interlude, Mandy broke away and placed her hand on top of my head. She gave me a gentle push downward, glancing down Grace?s body as she did. Her eyes conveyed what she wanted me to do. Needing no further convincing, I slid down Grace?s body, falling to my knees between her outstretched legs. I kissed her inner thighs. As I did, Grace tensed up. Her thighs became covered with goose bumps. I was clearly having a profound effect upon her. I let my mouth roam her inner thighs freely, repeatedly kissing her soft skin. As I did, I worked my way closer to the point where her thighs met. Encased tightly inside of her paten leather panties, the outline of her love nest was distinct. I nuzzled my nose into the crevice created in her panties that was surrounding her pussy lips. Grace shifted on the couch, pushing against me to increase the pressure. Despite the tight confinement created by the paten leather panties, I could smell Grace distinctly with my nose pressed into her crotch. I licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top, applying friction with my wet tongue to the prominent ridge outlined in her shiny panties that was created by her engorged slit. As I was torturing Grace with my teasing between her legs, Mandy was alternately attacking her breasts and kissing her with deep wet kisses. Grace was moaning and groaning, writhing under the dual sexual assault upon her by Mandy and me. I was turned on beyond anything I could compare it to. I wanted to snake my tongue inside of Grace ? to taste her arousal. The odor of her sex was overwhelming. I knew she had to be dripping with sexual excitement. Now was the time. I leaned back on my heels and reached up to her panty band. I began to tug them down Grace?s legs. Just as I did though, Grace reached down and grabbed my hand, stopping my progress. I wondered what she was doing? Was she not ready yet? I knew she?d want me to do this for her. She never didn?t want me to do this. ?Sissy wait!? she said. ?Wait!? I looked up at her and found her and Mandy each looking down at me. The look in her eye evidenced that she was turned on. So why stop me? ?What is it Mistress?? I asked, confused. ?Don?t you want me to?? I asked, disappointment in my voice. ?No! No! That?s not it baby. I want you to! Believe me! I! Want! You! To!? she added for emphasis. I tugged again at her panties, only to find her continuing to restrain me. ?Then let me!" I insisted. ?Sissy! Stop!? she snapped. ?Be, before you do. I, I have to tell you something baby. You have to know something.? It was obvious now that Grace was feeling conflicted about something. She wanted my mouth on her pussy as much as I wanted it there. But she had something on her mind - almost like she was feeling guilty about something. Looking back at her, my eyes dripping with longing, I asked, ?What is it Mistress? Tell me.? ?Sissy ? that t-shirt I was wearing when I arrived home tonight?? I nodded my understanding of what she was referring to. ?I was given that tonight after my flight on the leer jet.? I nodded again. ?Yes? You told me that already," I encouraged her to continue. ?Well,? she began, ?They don?t just give those to you.? She watched my eyes for some sign of understanding. I was confused. I remember thinking about the slogan when she got home. I was worried about her wearing the t-shirt around the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport. What was she telling me? That she didn?t receive the t-shirt until after her flight on the private leer jet? ?Okay,? I replied. ?Now may I pleasure you?? I asked, consumed by my desire to stick my tongue inside of her pussy. ?Sissy?? she pleaded. ?I?m not sure you understand baby. They d, don?t just give away those t-shirts for ?The Mile High Club.' You have to earn them.? I looked blankly back at her, as her eyes were practically begging me to demonstrate to her that I understood what she was saying. ?I want you to taste me in the worst way Sissy,? she continued. ?It?s just that, I might be - I probably am going to be a little messy down there. I think you should know,? she concluded. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightening, it hit me. Grace had sex on her flight home. ?Rex?? I asked, my eyes now revealing my realization of what she was saying. Grace nodded, confirming my question. She?d let him fuck her only hours before her return to me. She?d come home and changed - without taking a shower - leaving her pussy full of his seed. Now, she was basically asking me to knowingly clean out the discharge of another man ? a real man ? a man who dominated her and demanded that she give herself to him. In that brief moment, I made my decision. Although she?d never made it one hundred per cent certain that I?d cleaned Rex?s sperm out of her on other occasions, I suspected that I may have already done so. But I wanted this weekend to be perfect. I was going to do it anyway, knowing for sure that I would be submitting completely to Grace?s desire. Conveying my decision without words, I began tugging on her panties again. Again, Grace stopped me. ?Sissy,? she said. I was now even more confused. What more could there be to tell me? I was telling her that I would eat her out, knowing that I was going to be swallowing another man?s sperm that she?d been holding inside of her pussy for hours. ?I?m happy that you are willing to do it baby. Believe me! I love when you clean my pussy for me. But I have to tell you. Or I couldn?t live with myself. I love you so much, but there is more that you must know. I love you too much to not be honest with you." I looked back at her, waiting for her to finish, my hands still holding the edge of her pantywaist. I didn?t care what she told me, I was going to make love to her pussy with my mouth. ?Midland Gas & Oil?s leer jet crew has very strict rules for awarding those t-shirts. The girls they give them to have to meet certain requirements. I did fuck Rex. And he did cum inside of me. But, to receive the t-shirt, I also had to let each of the pilots fuck me too.? My eyes must have tripled in size at this revelation. My God! Grace let three men fuck her on the flight home?! ?And the two stewards also,? she added while I did the math. Five men?! Grace was basically telling me she was gang-banged on the flight home from Dallas. ?It will probably be messy down there baby,? she made the understatement of the night. ?But I really wanted that t-shirt,? she added, as if that was crucial information. Now I did have a moment of truth to confront. I loved Grace. I worshiped Grace. But Grace was a total fuck slut ? with other men. And what was I? Her femmy sissy boy. I wanted to marry her more than anything. What should I do? I smiled at Grace, noticing that Mandy was listening intently to, and watching, our moment. ?Let go,? I told her forcefully. I tugged at her panties and repeated, ?Let go Mistress.? Grace watched me in amazed wonderment as I pulled her panties away from her crotch. As I moved them down her thighs, I saw her eyes open wide as she caught a glimpse of her panties? gusset. Until then my eyes were focused upon her pussy. Her nest was covered in thick, milky ejaculate. When I looked inside of her panties, I saw that they were full of the gooey sperm cocktail deposited by five different men inside of her cunt that had been leaking out of her while Mandy and I had made love to her. I couldn?t believe what a huge load was just inside of her panties. I couldn?t imagine how much more must still be inside of her if she?d been fucked five times. ?Five?? I asked, looking back at her, as if to confirm I had not misheard her. ?Twice each,? she added, almost apologetically. ?Fuck me!? declared Mandy. ?You are such a slut Grace!? Grace smiled sheepishly as she shrugged her shoulders. I swabbed up a huge dollop from within her latex panties. I stuck the finger up to my mouth and then, as sensuously and seductively as I could, I licked it. I picked up another huge taste and sucked my finger into my mouth. I then leaned in to her bush and licked the outside of her snatch, coating my tongue with a mouthful of the semen of five men. As I placed my tongue at the bottom of Grace?s crack, she contracted her pussy and forced an enormous, gushing flood of creamy white jizz from between her engorged pussy lips. I licked her from bottom to top, filling my mouth with the load. Mandy gasped, ?Oh fuck! Sissy! Fuck me again!? Grace let out a moan that let me know how much I was turning her on. ?Yes Sissy! Yes! God! I love you so much baby! Don?t stop now. I want you to have it all. Suck me baby! Suck that gooey sperm out of my cunt!? she urged me onward. I dove in with abandon at this point. I opened my mouth wide, covering her nasty, cum soaked hole, creating a vacuum on her pussy and began sucking a river of cum out of my girlfriend. The eruption that flowed out of her was beyond description. I was swallowing gulps of thick, stringy spunk. The flavor was reminiscent of prior times that I ate Grace and had wondered, without knowing for certain, if she?d just been fucked. Now I knew ? this was not the first time she?d had me clean the sperm from other men?s cocks. I?d been her cum-dump before. I?d be her cum-dump again. I wasn?t going to kid myself. As I sucked and sucked on her, Grace grabbed my head and forced my face tight against her. She began bucking her hips against me. ?Yes! Yes! Yes!? she screamed in ecstasy. Then, I felt Mandy join me on her knees. She forced her face beside mine between Grace?s thighs, nudging her mouth onto Grace?s pussy. Suddenly, I was face to face with Mandy. Together we went after Grace. I was thrilled that Mandy was submitting in the same way that I was. Suddenly, it wasn?t nearly as demeaning to me that I was sucking the sperm of five different men out of Grace. Now, I was a co-participant with Grace?s other female lover. We began alternating licking Grace?s inflamed cunt. Mandy and I began kissing each other, exchanging the sperm we were cleaning out of Grace. There was so much cum inside of her that it took forever to reach a point where the jizz wasn?t literally pouring out of her in globs. When it seemed that we?d gotten it all, Mandy and I stopped and looked up to Grace. She was panting and sighing her appreciation for the treatment we?d just given her. She beckoned us up to her with a crook of her finger. When we?d rejoined her at her side, she kissed first, me, and then Mandy. She swirled her tongue deep within our mouths, searching for her own taste of the ejaculate she?d taken in while being fucked ten times during three hours of flying tonight. ?God!? she exhaled in exhaustion. ?That was amazing! I love both of you,? she declared. Then looking at me, ?And especially you!? We cuddled for a while. No words were spoken. I think we were all emotionally exhausted from what just happened. No words could even begin to describe it. Grace started the next wave of lovemaking. She leaned over and kissed one of Mandy?s titties. Mandy yelped as the sexual jolt of electricity created by Grace?s mouth on her nipple shot through her. I watched Grace suck on Mandy, fascinated at Grace?s sexual drive. She was insatiable it seemed. Fucked ten times in one night, attacked by her girlfriend and her sissy boyfriend, and she wanted more. Mandy was right there with her too. She began letting it known how much Grace was exciting her. I decided that I shouldn?t sit idly by and watch. After all, I?d already done the most degrading thing imaginable. What was left to hold back? I slipped to my knees and crawled between Mandy?s thighs. As I did, Mandy exclaimed, ?Oh yes Sissy! Please?!? she implored me. She wanted me to get right to it. She lifted her ass off of the couch, indicating her desire for me to remove her panties. I reached to the waistband and pulled them away from her crotch. As I did, a thick white strand of fluid stretched from her smoothly shaved slit and attached at the gusset of her panties. I looked inside of her panties and found that hers, like Grace?s, were coated with a thick, milky substance. I cut my eyes upward and asked, ?Mandy? Where have you been tonight?? She smiled down at me and said, ?With John,? referring to my managing partner, John Williams. Decision time again. Mandy?s eyes peered into mine pleadingly. ?Please Sissy,? she begged. ?Pleeeaaase!? Fuck! I couldn?t believe this. Could I do this? And then, suddenly, my decision was made easier. Grace stopped sucking on Mandy?s titties and moved to my side. She leaned in close to me and kissed me full on the mouth. Then, she stuck her finger inside of the crotch of Mandy?s panties. She scooped a huge finger full of John?s cream onto her finger and then, looking directly at me, lifted her finger to her lips, opened her mouth and sucked her cum-covered finger clean. ?Mmmm,? she moaned. ?Yummy!? She scooped up another finger full and held it out to me. ?Try some baby. It?s delicious.? I opened my mouth and let her stick her finger inside. I sucked it clean. Grace grinned at me and leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues swapped the taste of sperm we?d each just tasted out of Mandy?s panties. Grace then stuck her face between Mandy?s thighs and licked a load of cream out of her pussy. She then kissed me again, filling my mouth with John?s sperm. Taking her cue, I licked a mouthful out of Mandy and returned to kiss Grace, sharing my load with her. Mandy was watching us intently. ?Oh! My! God! That is so hot watching the two of you make love like that! Fuck! I?m almost jealous. But somebody has to stick their tongue inside of my cunt! Please! Enough foreplay!? Grace giggled. She looked in my eyes. ?Are you ready baby?? she asked. I smiled lovingly back at her and said, ?Yes Mistress. I?m ready.? We each leaned in together and began licking and sucking alternately on Mandy?s slick pussy. She contracted her pussy muscles and forced a thick glob of cream out of her delectable lips. ?I know it isn?t the cum of five men, but we did fuck several times,? she cooed in mock apology. ?I hope it will be sufficient to whet your appetites.? Grace and I giggled as we devoured Mandy. Having Grace join me in this act that I?d initially found so degrading made all of the difference in the world to me. Now, it wasn?t something she did to me ? it was something she did with me. Now it was another thing I could share with Grace. We brought Mandy to so many orgasms I lost count. She encouraged us vocally, calling us her sluts and her whores while we licked her, sucked her, exchanged John?s semen with each other, until finally there wasn?t an ounce of his cream left inside of her. I tried not to think of the next time I was in John?s company, especially if Mandy was there. The realization that I?d twice sucked his spunk out of Mandy was unreal, but it was true - so I couldn?t deny it. When we?d finished cleaning Mandy, Grace and I rejoined her on the couch. Grace asked me to fix everyone one last Cosmo for the evening. I strutted into the next room to the bar. My penis was throbbing frantically for release from between my thighs. My sexual energy was at an all-time high. Pleasuring Mandy as I just did, assisted by my girlfriend, was the most erotic thing I?d ever done. I hoped Mandy would always be welcome in our bed now. As I prepared the Cosmo, I could see Grace and Mandy on the balcony. Mandy was snuggled close to Grace, her face nuzzled into her neck. Grace was talking to her, but I couldn?t hear what they were saying. I wondered what other scheme Grace was devising for the night. There was no doubt in my mind that she was not through yet. I?d never seen her so sexed up before. When I walked onto the balcony to deliver the drinks, Grace and Mandy slid apart. ?Sit between us baby,? Grace directed me. I sat down with my drink. I crossed my legs in a feminine manner. Grace and Mandy each leaned in close to me. We sipped our Cosmos, relaxing in the cool evening air, recovering from our recent activity eating Mandy?s pussy. Grace placed a hand on my large, false breast that was closest to her, and squeezed. Although they weren?t real, I could nonetheless feel the touch of her squeeze through the soft silicone material of the breast form. Mandy grabbed the other breast. Together, they began massaging me. Grace slid her free hand between my thighs and softly and teasingly scratched through the strap between my legs that confined my penis. She moved her mouth to my neck and kissed me. Mandy did the same to the other side of my neck. ?I wish I could suck on your titties Sissy,? Grace whispered. ?It feels so good. Doesn?t it Mandy?? she sought confirmation from her girlfriend. ?Mmmm,? she sighed as she nibbled my ear lobe. ?So good,? she agreed. ?Don?t you wish we could suck and lick your breasts baby?? Grace asked. I squirmed uncomfortably at her inquiry. I loved what they were doing and didn?t want to ruin their mood. But this was the second time Grace basically asked me if I wished I had real breasts. I was not a girl. I was a guy who was playing his girlfriend?s kinky sex game. My hesitation in replying resulted in Grace repeating her question. ?Wouldn?t you love it if Mandy and I could each be sucking your huge knockers Sissy? God it would be sooo hot!? she declared. In response, I just moaned, ?Mmmmmm. What you?re doing feels good.? Maybe that would satisfy her. ?Maybe,? she said. ?But I wish you had real breasts to suck on baby,? she pouted. Mandy chimed in, ?Maybe she doesn?t have real breasts, but she does have something else that we could suck on.? My penis twitched at Mandy?s suggestion. Grace agreed, ?There is that Mandy. And Sissy?s clit is the perfect size too. A big cock is great for being fucked with. But it can sure hurt when you try to suck one. Sissy?s fits in my mouth just right.? Fuck! Why did Grace feel like she had to constantly remind me that my penis wasn?t satisfactory when it came to fucking her? Just then, Mandy left my side and slipped down to her knees. She began kissing my inner thighs. Grace kissed me on the mouth, driving her tongue deep inside of me. She reached down between my thighs and released the snaps holding the strap on my corset in place. When she did, my penis popped straight out and I heard Mandy gasp, ?Oh my! Sissy! You are a very big girl tonight baby!? Fuck! Even Mandy didn?t think I was very big normally? Then I felt her slip her lips around the tip of my penis, circling it with her tongue. I was leaking pre-cum and she pulled away and said, ?Mmmmm. Your clitty tastes good Sissy.? Grace said, ?Let me taste,? and slid down to join Mandy on the floor. The next thing I knew, Grace had me in her mouth. Then, I felt each of their mouths on either side of my penis, licking the shaft up and down, their wet lips sliding back and forth as they kissed my penis and each other. What they were doing felt incredible! Having two beautiful women worshipping my cock was unbelievable. I worked hard to resist erupting. I didn?t want it to end. Grace took me in her mouth and sucked me all of the way down her throat. Mandy wrapped her lips around my balls, sucking my entire sack into her mouth. The combination of the two of them attacking me was more than I could stand. I felt my cock twitching and throbbing, pulsating in preparation to ejaculate. ?Oh God!? I screamed. ?I?m going to cum Mistress! I?m going to cum! That feels so good!? Grace kept sliding her mouth up and down my penis while Mandy continued to suck my ball sack. It was the wettest, most incredible blowjob of my life. As the first shot erupted, Grace and Mandy each removed their mouths, positioning their faces right in front of my cockhead. Grace was jacking me off, aiming my stream of sperm directly at their faces, covering their faces with my jizz. I couldn?t believe what they were doing for me. It was like they were rewarding me for submitting to their desire that I suck other men?s spunk out of their cunts. I released a huge deposit of ejaculate all over their faces. The thick, milky cream covered them and was dripping down their neck and onto their beautiful breasts. When I was spent, they turned to each other and began licking and kissing each other, cleaning all of my sperm off their faces. Mandy leaned down and took one of Grace?s cum covered boobs into her mouth and began sucking it clean. I watched in amazement as they made love to each other, sucking my huge load of semen off of each other. When they finished, they came back up beside me and each kissed me on the mouth. The flavor of my sperm was still present on their lips and tongue. I willingly let them share the remaining cream with me. I was flying so high at this point. These two women had asked a lot of me tonight by having me service them as I?d done. What they just did to me showed how much they cared for me and erased the earlier sense of humiliation I?d felt for submissively eating their creampies. We cuddled closely for a while. Grace and Mandy each softly stroked my clitty with their delicate fingers. I felt myself getting hard again. I couldn?t believe, after all we'd done, that I was able to get it up again. It was after two in the morning by this time. After a while, Grace suggested we all go to bed. There was no question that we were going to sleep together tonight. When we got to Grace?s room, she told me to get in bed in the clothes I was wearing. I removed my heels and obeyed her directions. Grace and Mandy went into Grace?s closet and closed the door. I wondered what they were up to in there. When they came out, they had removed the corsets they?d been wearing. All they wore were the see through baby- dolls they?d been wearing over their corsets earlier. Then, my eyes bulged nearly out of my head when I saw what