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YUMMY VALENTINE TREAT by Throne
Tommy came home from work full of optimism. It had been several weeks
since his wife Antonia had gone on one of her dates. He understood that
with him being so small and slim, having a tiny penis, and climaxing way
too soon during sex, she had been dissatisfied in bed. Even so, it
seemed terribly unfair that she found it necessary to go out with other
men. And to reduce his bedroom rights. But today was Valentines Day,
so he hoped that they could have a quiet evening of romance. Maybe even
some real sex. As he reached the front door he tucked the heart-shaped
box of candy under his arm and switched the chilled bottle of red wine
to the hand on that side. He used his free hand to fish his keys out of
his pocket and unlock the door.
"Honey," he called. "I'm home."
"How about that," she said from the kitchen, sounding mildly amused.
"Perfect timing."
Her response encouraged him. He was confident that, when his wife saw
what he had brought her, she would be thrilled. So as he walked into
the kitchen to present his offerings, what he encountered was a
pleasantly disarming shock. She was standing with her back to the
counter, wearing nothing but a sheer baby doll nightie with no panties.
Antonia was half Italian and half Greek, with a figure that turned men's
heads. She had a generous bust, tapering waist, bulging hips, a wide
full bottom, and hefty thighs, along with firm sturdy calves. Seeing
her dressed that way, her long black hair loose and falling to her
smooth shoulders, he was immediately under her spell. Her round face
was dominated by dark eyes, a slightly large nose, and overly plump
lips. She gave him a sly smile.
He swallowed dryly, found his voice and said, "Gee, honey. Is this kind
of a Valentine treat for me?"
She smirked and said, "Well, there's a treat involved, but not exactly
for you. I was thinking of doing something special as a thank you for
how well behaved you've been lately. I know you want to make up for
your lack of success in bed, Tommy. Well, your efforts just haven't
been enough. But I had that nice repairman, Jake Johnson by to check
the hot water heater. Turned out there was nothing wrong with it.
Still, you know his slogan. "I can fix just about anything." And he
proved how true that is."
"Wait. You mean Mr. Johnson, the... um... Black gentleman. The one who
had a sort of... affair... with your friend Davina."
"He didn't have an affair with her. He screwed her brains out about
once a week, while she made her husband shut up and learn to live with
it. And now that she has another steady Black lover, she advised me to
call that handyman for some of the same."
"B... but..." He tried to calm himself down. It didn't work. "I mean,
weren't you going to stop seeing other men if I kept, you know, spoiling
you?"
"Sweet little Tommy," she said and sighed deeply, making her breasts
rise and fall. "I appreciate all the gifts you've gotten me. And you
just keep getting better at pleasing me with your mouth on my pussy.
That's all good. But sometimes a woman like me needs a huge cock
stuffing her and pounding her pussy until she screams and has a bunch of
incredible climaxes. That's just the way I'm built." She came over and
gave him a hug, mashing her big boobs against his weak chest. He
instantly started to get an erection. Her hand went down to cup his
small genitals. "And you, husband dearest, are definitely NOT equipped
for that job."
"Antonia." His voice was quivering from upset. "This is so unfair."
"To who?" Her tone was suddenly serious. "You? When you're not able
to perform like a real man? Or me, who has to go without proper sex for
weeks at a time? Didn't we settle all this before? I think, since
you're slipping right back into your old mindset, what you need is
another attitude adjustment. And the perfect way to give you that is to
go back to playing..." She paused to let him dread what he knew was
coming. "... dress-up." She smiled devilishly. "So put that wine in
the fridge and let's go upstairs to make you all pretty again... Tammy."
He sniffled. "Please. You don't have to do that. I'll be good.
Honest. I just forgot myself for a minute. I won't give you any
trouble. If you want to see Mr. Johnson, well, I'll just accept it.
Like Davina's husband did."
"You'll do MORE than accept it. You'll be happy for me. You'll get
turned on by thinking about the fun I'm having. And to make that
happen, you need training. Which brings us back to playing dress-up.
Unless you'd rather have me phone Jake right now and invite him over for
a follow-up to the afternoon delight we had earlier. Unlike you, he can
come more than once in 24 hours. And when he gets here, I could tell
him you're being difficult and let HIM settle you down. Would you
prefer that, Tammy?"
"I..." Tommy saw the futility of arguing with her. He lowered his eyes
submissively and mumbled, "No dearest. You don't have to call him.
I'll go upstairs and be a good boy." When she fixed him with a
critical, expectant gaze, he understood what she wanted to hear. "I
mean," he corrected, "I'll be a good girl."
"That's my cooperative little Tammy. And I'm happy to hear you
switching back into your sissy voice. It's like second nature to you
now. Which means you honestly are starting to like playing these games.
Doesn't it?"
He meekly answered, "Yes, darling. It means I... enjoy what you make me
do."
"Make you?"
He had to think fast. Of course she didn't want to hear him say it that
way. He lied and told her, "I enjoy what you ALLOW me to do. Thank you
for letting me play dress-up."
"That's better. Now off we go. I'm sure you don't want to wait an
extra minute to get started."
Making his voice even more girlish to keep her satisfied, he enthused,
"No, Ma'am. Tammy can't wait to get all dolled up."
She chuckled and started off ahead of him. He followed obediently,
watching her bottom roll, longing to caress it. He loved that the
nightie ended where it did, leaving the bottom halves of her
magnificent, bare buttocks exposed. Once they were in the bedroom she
signaled him with a simple gesture that he should get undressed. Tommy
didn't like doing that with the lights on. He had no illusions about
how unmanly his slim pale figure was. And it didn't help his self-image
that what little body hair he had possessed, Antonia had deprived him of
by having him get laser treatments. He wished she had used some other
method, one that wasn't permanent. But she had pointed out that she
needed him to be ready to resume his sissy role the minute he got out of
line, without any delays.
He watched her hungrily as she went from one dresser drawer to another,
picking out what she wanted him to wear. As she bent over to fetch
something from the bottom drawer, giving him an eyeful of her bare
sitter, he had to bite his lips to keep from moaning with frustrated
need. It bothered him that she had reassigned so much of the space he
had for clothes to those girly items. That suggested that she intended
to spend a LOT of time putting him through his crossdressing paces. As
she laid out lingerie on the bedspread, his hopes continued to sink.
Just seeing her standing there in that seductive bit of sleepwear made
him ache with desire . She had gotten so stingy with her sexual favors.
Intercourse had vanished from their lives long ago. Now it was more
about her teasing him with her fingers, getting him wildly excited, and
then limiting him to worshipping her body with his mouth. He had to
lick his way up her legs, kiss her well padded bottom repeatedly, and
then end up with his head in the increasingly familiar space between the
tops of her thighs, his lower face against her hairy vulva, his lips and
tongue busy on her darkly overgrown pussy. After an hour of him serving
her that way, if she was feeling generous, she might allow him to kneel
on the floor and jerk off while she struck a few stunning poses, maybe
even pushed her breasts up from underneath and sucked her own nipples.
Then she would laugh about how quickly he finished.
Now, as he stood there naked, she ran a hand down his back and made him
shiver. His little dick stayed up at attention. She flicked it with
one finger.
"My, my," she remarked. "Little Tommy -- I mean Tom Thumb -- is
certainly eager this evening. He can't wait to be put into a nice silky
pair of panties. Can he, sweet cheeks?"
"No, Ma'am," he replied breathily. "That's exactly what little Tommy
wants." He hated when she used his given name to identify his penis.
And added to the insult by sometimes saying Tom Thumb, a reference to
the fact that his dick was the size of his thumb. To be safe he added,
"Thank you, Ma'am." It further shamed him to have to address her that
way.
He picked up the stockings she had selected, sat on the edge of the bed,
rolled them, and slipped his feet in. As he unrolled them up his legs
he had to admit to himself that they did feel good against his smooth
hairless skin. Was it possible that she was right about conditioning
him to actually like what she was putting him through? The combination
of a lack of regular sexual release, and having to see his voluptuous
wife while he was in his Tammy role, might actually be achieving that
end. Once the stockings were adorning his limbs, their elastic tops
straightened, he stood back up. Tommy was slightly consoled that at
least, once he had the panties on, his undersized genitals would be
covered. But as soon as he had the panties up and smoothed out he
realized that this was a new pair and there was something different
about them. Oh no. The crotch was split, with lace on either side of
the vertical opening.
His wife told him, "That's right, little missy. You can pull your Tom
Thumb and baby balls out through there. Do it now. And those panties
are cleverly designed so that your naughty bits won't slip back inside."
As he got his privates out she added, "Don't you just adore your new
show-off panties, Tammy?"
He wanted to start sobbing from shame but, instead, put on a false smile
and said, "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you so much for these adorable new
undies."
"I'm glad you like them so much. Now finish dressing, honey pie."
Next up was a top made of close-mesh fishnet material. It was
elasticized, he discovered as he pulled it on over his head and worked
it down his body. The flimsy piece of clothing was sleeveless and ended
just above his belly button. It made him feel more uncovered than if
he'd had nothing on that part of himself. And his immature looking,
hairless genitals were still on display. After he donned that, there
were opera length, fingerless gloves of the same stuff. His wife
chuckled as he struggled to get them on. Then he had to slip his small
feet into glossy pink shoes with pointed toes and three inch stilettoes.
"You are such an exhibitionist, Tammy," his wife said approvingly. "Now
sashay around the room and show me how you work what you've got."
As he obeyed, putting plenty of swish into his hip movements, holding
his hands out to the sides, and keeping his wrists limp, his wife had to
struggle not to convulse with laughter. At the same time, she was
getting aroused by the sight of his helplessness and feminization.
"Let's get your face made up. Sit on my chair at the table and look at
yourself in the mirror. Say goodbye to that halfway masculine looking
face. Very soon Tommy will be invisible and Tammy will be up front and
center. Now turn sideways so you can't see yourself while I work. I
want it to be a surprise when you're allowed to look again."
She snatched up tubes and brushes, applying everything quickly and
confidently. Eyes, cheeks, lips. Antonia even did a rapid brushing of
his blond hair, followed by some kind of product she worked into it and
then more brushing. When she was done he was permitted to turn back and
see his reflection. Gazing wide-eyed back at him was a very feminine
face. There were more cosmetics than she had used on previous
occasions. His identity seemed overcome by a powerful gender-shifting
force. It was if his eyes had widened, cheekbones risen, lips enlarged
and acquired a constant pout, along with the basic shape of his face
being somehow subtly altered. And his hair had been made fuller and was
slightly styled.
His wife inquired, "Do you like it, pretty girl?"
He wasn't sure what to say. Of course he didn't like being made so
unmanly. And yet it was a different identity that he could hide inside.
Now it was like it wouldn't be Tommy being trapped, but Tammy being
released.
Speaking slowly, he confessed the partial truth, "Yes, I like it. Thank
you. It looks very attractive. Ma'am."
"That's fine. Now," she decided, "how about if you go and get that
bottle of red wine, so you can pour me a nice big glass. And bring that
queen-sized box of candy in here. I think those two things would pair
up well. Don't you?"
He sounded even more femme and sub as he timorously agreed, "Yes, Ma'am.
I'm sure you're correct. I'll hurry up and be right back."
"Good girl, Tammy. That's my weak-willed wussy."
Tommy scampered off. He balanced adroitly on the heels. She'd had him
in them often enough in the past that the skill came back to him at
once. He got the bottle out of the fridge and was grateful that the top
was screw-off and he didn't have to struggle with a corkscrew. He
carefully filled her the largest wine glass he could find. He picked
up the heart-shaped box of candy and held it against his flat soft
tummy. His erection finally wilted. As he reentered the bedroom his
wife was stretched out on the bed on her back, head propped up by both
their pillows, looking languid and seductive. His little dick twitched
as he handed her the glass and she took a sensual sip, her generous lips
kissing the rim of the glass. She had him unwrap the box and remove the
lid. When he handed it to her she set it alongside her hip, in easy
reach. Antonia took a dark piece of chocolate and put it in her mouth,
biting it and savoring the sweetness, chewing it in slow motion.
"That is so good," she told him. "I love those cream centers. Speaking
of which, I'm not the only one who gets to eat a yummy Valentine treat -
- with a creamy center. You know where I want you right now, Tammy.
Assume the position."
Not liking it but somehow craving it, feeling like it was Tammy doing it
and not himself, he got onto the foot of the bed and moved forward,
bringing his face down toward her pussy. As he inhaled he sensed a
difference. Her usual womanly scent was there, but so was something
else. The new odor reminded him of when she made him play with himself,
spurt into his hand, and sniff it. But how could she smell like spunk?
Of course she had been with Jake earlier, but she must have cleaned
herself up afterward. If she hadn't, the big man's semen had been lying
inside her warm womanhood ever since. For hours. The thought of having
to touch her lover's ejaculate with his tongue got him queasy. He made
a quiet sick noise in his throat. Then he pulled his head back far
enough to take a good look. Sure enough, there was drying spunk matted
in her thick bush.
"Ah," his wife said happily. "Did you figure it out? That MISTER
Johnson and his huge Johnson left a midday deposit inside me? And I can
tell you that he set some kind of record for how much he pumped in
there. Certainly not like your feeble squirts. No, Tammy. This was an
explosion of cum. Wow! Some leaked out and ran down between my ass
cheeks, but then I took a nap because he had knocked me out. By the
time I woke up, the rest must have gone deeper inside and then stayed
there. But once you get me warmed up again, and make my internal
muscles contract, I'm sure that you'll get a lot more than just what's
coating the outside and inside of my pussy. Get that sissy girl tongue
working and dig deep, Tammy. You might have to skip dinner after the
serving you're going to get."
He began licking and tasted male saltiness. His throat tightened and
his stomach heaved, but he was already retrieving more. Tommy lapped
and swallowed, sucked her creamed clitoris, and laved her labia. He
even ducked down to get what he could from between her impressive bottom
cheeks. All the while she was nibbling the candies he had bought her to
inspire romance.
Antonia cooed, "Ohhh, these are so tasty. So creamy. How's that cream
you're getting Tammy? Are you enjoying cleaning up that big mess a real
man left? Are you already looking forward to more of that every time he
comes to visit me?"
He wanted to beg her to let him stop. Instead, he got his tongue in
deeper and scooped it along her furrow, gathering more slime to consume.
He gagged a little. She purred happily around a mouthful of delicious
sweets. He was well aware of the contrast. She was relishing the candy
he had brought her, while he was reduced to eating a superior man's
deposit out of her body. His stomach turned over. He fought to keep
from crying. His tiny penis, protruding from those humiliating panties,
tingled and felt like it was growing. In disbelief he reached down and
felt that it was, indeed, getting stiff again. How was that possible?
Had she honestly dragged him so low that he was reacting the way she had
predicted? Was his wife getting him addicted to his obedient and
mortifying behavior?
She told him, "Come up her for a minute, Tammy. Get yourself into the
missionary position. You remember that one, don't you? From way back
when I used to let you put your useless little dickey into my warm wet
pussy? Hmmm? Now get yourself back there again, except without any
penetration. Because having your pecker inside me is a waste of time.
Isn't it?"
"Y... yes, Ma'am," he whispered as he put himself where she had
instructed.
"Why would I, or any female, want your Tom Thumb where a full size cock
is supposed to go? But as my silly sissy, you have a tongue that just
won't quit. And now that I've turned you into a cum eater, it's even
better. I can get slammed by Jake, or some other Black man with a cock
like a Billy club, and have a few deep orgasms. And when you come home
from a busy day at the office, and I'm horny again, your mouth can give
me a few more climaxes. They'll be different. More superficial. And
you'll get me all cleaned up. And sooth my puss after how long and hard
it's been used. See? Everybody wins. You get your reward for being
such a cooperative wimp. I end up nice a fresh down there. And Jake
can have a good laugh when I tell him that you slurped up his thick rich
sperm. Sound like a good plan?"
As much as he didn't want to say it, Tommy agreed, "It sounds like a
wonderful plan, Ma'am. Better than I could have thought of."
"Of course it is, you empty-headed twat. Just turn off your poor excuse
for a mind and let me do the thinking. And one other thing I've decided
on."
When she delayed the rest of her though he asked respectfully, "What's
that, Ma'am?"
"I think that, just to make sure you don't get any more foolish ideas
about pretending to be a man, regaining your rights in the bedroom, or
having your naughty hands all over me, the best thing to do is keep you
in pretty goodies like you're wearing now. So every afternoon, when you
arrive home, you can slip into some flashy lingerie for the evening.
Come to think of it, you can wear panties under your clothes at work.
We could even toss out all your male underwear."
He choked out, "Yes, Ma'am. Those are terrific ideas. And I'm sorry
that I tried to think before, when I'm obviously incapable of it."
"That's all right, Tammy. As long as you don't try it again. I
wouldn't want you to damage that frail brain of yours." She took
another chocolate and popped it into her full-lipped mouth. "Now rub
your baby dick on the moist entrance to my snatch, Tammy. Go on. You
have my permission."
He did and it felt fantastic. Tommy groaned. His wife reached up and
began to diddle his nipples through the mesh of his embarrassingly
slutty top. He gasped and his balls tightened up. She wet her
fingertips and teased his nipples more. His dick pulsed. He was losing
control. About to have one of his premature ejaculations. He whimpered
and, before he could even try to prevent it, emptied his balls all over
her pussy lips and dense pubic hair.
"Oops," she said. "Looks like now you've got two messes to clean up.
The rest of Jake's flood and all of your little spurt. Way to go,
pussycat. Now get back down there and gobble it all up."
Tommy gave her a defeated-sounding, "Yes, Ma'am," as he slid back into
his former and much more familiar position. It was so awful having to
tongue up his own cream. And sucking it out of her pussy hair. He'd
never had to do anything like that before today and now he was gulping
down two loads, with the promise of more to come from Jake. The cuckold
heard his bride chewing contentedly on yet another piece of candy as he
gradually coaxed her toward an orgasm.
She said, "I can't wait to decide what I'm going to be tasting next time
you're down there cleaning me up. Mmmm. Maybe a couple cheese
Danishes. I totally get off on this experience of me enjoying something
that I really like while you have deal with a flavor you absolutely hate
having in your mouth. At least, you hate it now. We'll see how much I
can change your thinking in, let's say, the next month. Or half a year.
Maybe you'll learn to have a real appetite for it, Tammy. Maybe you'll
be hungry for man sauce but absolutely ashamed every second you're
giving my pussy a tongue bath. Think I can do that to you, girl?
Change you that much?"
As her husband continued to collect and swallow semen, he had to wonder
about her question. Just how drastically could she remake him? How far
much could he be altered? And who would he be then?
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(In February of 2016 I posted another story for this holiday, titled
VALENTINE ROMANCE. Would like to hear what you think about this one and
that previous effort. You can leave reviews on both, if you'd like.
Thanks for reading.)
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