Seconds after Sherry rings the doorbell, a tiny sissy named Daryl opens the door.
"Good evening, Mistress Sherry." Daryl bows with a curtsy. "Please come in, ma'am. Daddy is expecting you."
Daryl gets all giggly as she turns her attention to me. "And who might this cute person be?"
"This is Mandy, our sissy. Brenda and I thought you might like to meet her."
"Oh gaaaaawd…" Daryl blushes, "of course I want to meet her… she's soooo cute!"
Scantily-dressed for maximum sex appeal, my eyes instantly lock onto her petite little body. Through the transparency of her thin panties, I notice a pink clitty cage, much smaller than mine. From her little trainer bra and tight bikini panties, down to her lacy nylon tops and five-inch stiletto heels, everything about her just screams sex.
With bleached-blonde hair that perfectly frames her flawlessly made-up face, Daryl's a hot little number, definitely hotter than me. I doubt that she even weighs much over a hundred pounds, and her oversized 'cocksucker' lips, all shiny with lip gloss, just don't seem natural on her thin face.
The way she's shamelessly flaunting herself as I stare at her makes me want to fuck her, but my clitty tells me that ain't gonna happen as it swells within the confines of its cage.
"May I help you out of your skirt and blouse?" Daryl interrupts my stare.
"W-what…?" I ask in disbelief.
"Oh…" Sherry giggles, "silly me… I forgot to tell you.… sissies are only allowed to wear lingerie in Keyshawn's presence. So strip, baby, we're all friends here."
"Yeah, Mandy. See how I'm dressed?" Daryl giggles. "Daddy likes his girls half-naked."
Sherry's amused at the startled look on my face as I start unbuttoning my blouse. "It's okay, hun," she smirks, "we'll all be naked soon."
As I'm taking off my blouse, Daryl's behind me, unzipping my skirt. Her greedy little hands are into my panties, feeling my butt as she pulls my mini-skirt down.
"Uh-oh…" she giggles at the red welt across my cheeks, "looks like somebody got spanked today. Were you naughty? Or was it for fun?"
"It was for fun," Sherry breaks in, "Mandy's been a very good girl."
"I've been a good girl, too," Daryl giggles like a teeny-bopper in puberty.
~~~~~
"Well… lookie here," a deep male voice makes its presence known, "the goddess… has arrived!"
I look up to see a ruggedly handsome black man over six feet tall coming towards us. He isn't wearing a shirt, and I don't think he's wearing underwear under his loose sweatpants, because I can see the bulge of a very large cock swaying back and forth as he walks with a confident swagger.
"Hey, Key," Sherry giggles as she wraps her arms around him and tilts her head back for a kiss.
"How's my favorite little white girl feeling tonight?"
"She's feeling horny for you," Sherry swoons, "like always."
"I see you brought your bitch with you. Does it have a name?"
"The bitch's name is Mandy," Sherry says as she turns toward me. "Mandy… come and meet Keyshawn. You will address him as Master, or Sir."
As I timidly approach 'master', I'm partly in awe of him, and partly afraid of him. The perfectly toned muscles bulging all over his sculpted chest intimidate me. His huge biceps, almost as thick as my skinny thighs, look like they could probably break me like a twig if he wanted to.
"C'mon, baby girl," he laughs, "Daddy won't bite."
In spite of my fear, I'm feeling a bit slutty with my pumped-up titties filling my little a-cup bra. Master must like them because he pinches my nipples as soon as I get close enough.
"Nice little titties," he says to Sherry. "You got this bitch on hormones?"
"Brenda just started her on blockers," Sherry replies, "but she probably won't put her on estrogen unless Mandy wants it."
"How come she's got tits if she ain't on the pills?"
"Saline injections," Sherry says, "Brenda had her pumped up when she got her piercings done yesterday. Cute… huh?"
"Very cute. Sissy-titties look real nice on her. She'll be a high-dollar filly if you put her on the pills and make her grow real tits."
Hearing them talking about putting me on estrogen is freaking me out because I've told Mistress that estrogen is a bridge too far for me. Luckily, Sherry gives me a wink to remind me that this is just a game we're playing here.
"Would you let your Mistress put permanent tits on you?" Keyshawn asks as his thumbs trace circles around my nipple rings.
"Yes, sir," I play along, "if Mistress wants me to."
"Now yer' talkin'," he laughs and pulls me into him.
I feel so tiny, compared to him. The moment he hugs me into his bare chest, his raw masculinity ignites something very powerful inside me. I can't help myself from wanting to be a slut for him, and automatically start kissing his nipples.
"Ooooh yeah!" Master says to Sherry. "You got dis bitch trained real good."
"Training the bitch is Brenda's project. All I do is have fun with her."
"And this little wimp is your husband?"
"Not anymore. Now that I'm getting laid by real men, she's just my married bitch. I brought her along to show her why she'll never be able to satisfy me like a real man can."
"Is that true, sissy?" Master looks down at me. "You’re not really a man?"
"Yes sir, it's true. I was never a real man."
"So you’ve always wanted to be a girl?”
"No, sir. Not until Mistress Brenda showed me what a sissy I've always been."
"You're lucky she found you. So many sissies never realize what they are, and live their entire lives getting kicked around and shit on like the wimps they deserve to be.
"A pussy wimp like you can never satisfy a goddess like Sherry, because you're pretty much a woman yourself. You're better off just living as a female, because you'll never make it as a man."
"I know, sir. I'll never be a real man like you. Mistress Brenda has taught me that."
"Brenda and Sherry are goddesses," Master says, "and you can be a sissy goddess, like Daryl over there. She loves men and men love her. I can tell you're attracted to men like she is, it's in your genes."
"I'm attracted to men like you, sir," I say in admiration. "I could never build my muscles up like yours."
"Why would you even want muscles?" Master puts his hand under my chin and tilts my head back. "You're a sissy, girl. Your face says it all. A nice set of tits is what you want. You were never intended to have a muscular body like mine."
I giggle about wanting tits as I look up into Master's handsome face and gaze into his eyes. I'm hypnotized by his masculinity as he lowers his head to kiss me. My little heart skips a beat when he brushes his manly lips across mine. I submissively part my lips, surrendering my mouth to his intruding tongue as he grabs my ass and lifts me off my feet.
'Oh my God', I think as he dominates me with a deep kiss. He then throws me over his shoulder like I'm made out of feathers, and carries me off into the living room. Setting me down in the middle of the room, he takes a seat in an enormously large recliner, grinning at me, Sherry, and Daryl, like we're his harem of fuck holes, which, I suppose, we are.
The first thing I notice as I look around the room are two abstract oil paintings hanging above the couch. The one on the left is of a young sissy, looking down at her clitty cage with a terrified look on her face. Wearing only panties and nylons, her boyish figure is painted in an embarrassing pose, as if she's just been caged and exposed for what she is.
The other painting is of a mature, voluptuous-looking shemale, facing the sissy in the other painting. She's got long curly hair, a beautiful set of tits, and a hard, proud cock prominently painted on her perfectly-shaped female form. Her pose is one of confident superiority, as if she's about to fuck that young sissy, and show her what her new life is all about.
"Do you like those paintings, Mandy?" Master asks as I fixate on them.
"Yes, Master, they're very interesting."
"Imagine the one on the left is you," Master says in a dominant tone of voice. "Then imagine the one on the right is what you could be, and think about which one you'd rather be. Of course, you'll never have the cock she has, but you get the idea."
"I wish I could see her cock, Daddy," Daryl giggles behind me.
"Sorry, Daryl," Sherry calmly says. "Mandy's all locked up, and Brenda has the key. Maybe another time, I'll bring her over unlocked so you two play can together."
"Ooooo…!" Daryl jumps up and down like a stupid bimbo. "I'd love that! I bet she's a stud!"
"She is," Sherry laughs, "compared to you."
"The bitch doesn't have time for any of that," Master interrupts. "One of my boys rented her for the night. I'm surprised he hasn't already come to pick her up."
"I'm sure he'll be here soon, Daddy," Daryl squeaks, "after our last date, he said he couldn't wait to save up enough money to date me again."
"That's my bitch," Master chuckles, "keep 'em comin' back for more."
"Mandy…" Master orders, "undress goddess Sherry for me. Think about how that beautiful goddess used to be yours, but now she is mine."
"Yes, Master," I say with a lump in my throat.
It's suddenly hitting me that Sherry no longer belongs to me. Quite the opposite. It's now me, who belongs to HER. Sherry senses my sadness as I fumble at the buttons on her blouse.
"Don't worry, honey," she whispers, "this is how we were always meant to be. You should enjoy getting me ready for our Master. We live for cock now. It's all we think about. Our new life holds as much joy for you for as it does for me."
She puts her arms around me and adds, "We're a love team, baby. You and me, girlfriends for life. All that matters to us now pleasing men's cocks and getting fucked."
"Oh, God," I whimper as Sherry presses her lips against mine.
"Now ain't that a beautiful sight," Master says from his recliner. "Ain't nuthin' more lovely than a Mistress and her cuck, gettin' each other ready for Daddy."
Sherry aggressively kisses me as Master's words, 'a Mistress and her cuck', dominate my sissy brain. Daryl's unhooking my bra as I remove Sherry's blouse. Sherry's excitement is building and this starting to feel very good to me. Daryl hugs me from behind, cupping my bare titties as my little clitty starts pulsing and screaming to be let out.
Things are really heating up when an alarm buzzer goes off, announcing a visitor at the gate. Daryl runs to the intercom to answer. "Hello? This is Daryl."
"Hey, girl. This is James, honey. Is your sweet ass ready for me?"
"Oooo… Yes!" Daryl shouts into the intercom. "I'm pushing the gate-thingy button right now. I'm sooo horny for you!"
"Daddy! Daddy!" Daryl comes running back into the living room, "James is here for me!"
"We heard you, bitch. You got your shit all packed up?"
"Yes, Daddy. I got lube, and toys… all the stuff James likes!"
"You be sure to tell me if James tries to give your ass to anyone else. He only paid for one cock."
"He won't, Daddy," Daryl says as she goes into her bedroom to get her stuff. "James likes having me all to himself."
A few minutes later, Daryl comes out wearing a short pull-over dress with an overnight bag over her shoulder. To my surprise, he comes over and gives me a long kiss.
"I'm glad we met, Mandy. Next time you come over, if Daddy will let me, I'd like to give you a piece of me."
"Don't worry, bitch, Daddy will let you," Master sounds irritated. "Now get your whore-ass out there. A high-class bitch doesn't keep a customer waiting."
"Yes, Daddy. I'm on my way."
After giving me another kiss, she turns around and rubs her ass up and down my clitty cage before running out to meet her date.
"Now that's a good bitch right there," Master boasts after Daryl's gone. "Not only does she put out, she brings in. For every dollar I spend supporting her ass, the whore brings in ten."
Sherry saw how excited I got when Daryl kissed me. "Daryl's kinda hot, is she not?'"
"Heck yeah… I like her a lot."
"Do you think you'd like to fuck her sometime?"
"Of course I would. She's way hotter than me."
"She's not any hotter than you, princess," Master breaks in. "You're just coming into your own, and I've been training Daryl for three years now. She's a homo-sissy, which means she's not allowed to touch a female like you're touching goddess Sherry.
"Daryl wants to grow girl tits so bad, but I'll never let her have 'em, because she's a queer-girl. You're gonna be a dick-girl, and that's why she came on to you like that. You're a sub to me and goddess Sherry, but to Daryl, you're an alpha sissy. She'll let you fuck her anytime I allow it, cuz she knows dick-girls are above queer-girls on the sexual ladder. If you turn out to be a good cuck, I'll let you fuck her a lot.
"Now… where were we…? I think the goddess needs some attention."
I smile at Sherry and she smiles at me. She leans forward to kiss me as I put my arms around her to unhook her bra. She points at her nipples as her bra falls to the floor, and I don't need to be told what to do.
Leaning forward, I nurse on her nipples like a baby sucking milk. Sherry begins to moan as I get her nipples hard for the amusement of Master. Something about preparing her for sex is turning me on something fierce. I've never really appreciated the beauty of her breasts like this as I'm arousing her for Master's pleasure.
She guides me to my knees, brushing her tits across my open mouth as my tongue teases her hardened nipples. My hands smooth up and down her thighs, and she lets out soft moans when I rub around her aroused pussy area. I'm sniffing her soaked panties as I pull them to her knees. She stands upright, pushing her pussy into my face as Master skillfully edges us on with words intended to turn us on to him.
"Eat me, bitch!" Sherry moans as she steps out of her panties.
She places her hands on the back of my head, pulling my face into her steamy wet cunt. Rocking her hips up and down, she rubs her pussy into my face, making sure my nose gets between her wet lips so her scent stays in my nostrils.
"That's a nice little princess you have there," Master expresses his approval.
"She's so much better as a cunt than a wimpy-assed husband," Sherry laughs.
"Ain't that right!" she sneers at me as she picks up her wet panties.
"Princess…!" she laughs as she stuffs her soaked panties into my mouth.
"Just sit there and watch, like a good little cuck. We'll tell you when we're ready for you."
~~~~~
A real man would have been pissed if his wife ordered him to sit on the floor to watch her crawl into the arms of a black man he met less than an hour ago. But not me. Mistress has shown me plenty of interracial hotwife videos during our nightly porn sessions, so this a normal behavior in my programmed sissy brain. I'm content to sit back on my heels and suck on her panties, anxiously wanting to see hotwife Sherry be that girl in the porn videos.
Naked Sherry crawls on the carpet towards Master, teasing him with little bites on his sweatpants as she works her way up his legs. It's a joy watching her spend extra time biting around his cock, just like I would do if I were in her place. Rubbing her hands all over his bare chest, she takes the tie-string of his sweatpants between her teeth and pulls to undo the knot. She then works his sweatpants down his legs with her teeth.
Master laughs as he kicks his pants over to where I'm sitting. "Has this goddess ever treated you this good, princess?"
I can't answer with my mouth stuffed with Sherry's panties, but I'm burning with embarrassment over the fact that Sherry's never done anything remotely close to that for me. Adding to my humiliation, Sherry takes his half-hard cock and holds it up straight so I can see the size of it. Easily the biggest cock I've ever seen, I bite down on her panties and drool over my desire to have it.
"Want some, princess?" she giggles at me.
My eyes open wide and I nod my head up and down.
"Too bad, sissy," she laughs, "cucks have to wait their turn. But don't fret, honey, your time will come soon."
Master's recliner is wide enough for Sherry to get on the side of him so that I can watch her tongue swirling around the head and licking up and down his monster shaft. My pulsing clitty drips pre-cum as it struggles in vain to break out of prison.
I'm so turned on watching Sherry suck Master's cock. She really is a goddess, so happy and content as she pleasures her Master.
"God-damn, white girl," Master moans, "you is horny tonight!"
"I know," Sherry giggles, "sucking your cock in front of Mandy is so fucking hot!"
"You hear that, princess?" Master says to me. "You're turning this goddess on, just by being here. C'mon up and help her out. I got enough meat for two hungry mouths."
I don't need to be asked twice! I pull her panties from my mouth and in a split second, I'm kneeling on the floor between Master's legs.
"Here ya go, princess," Sherry points his cock at my face. I can't believe the size of it as I stare at it up close.
"Chocolate dick, baby," Sherry giggles, "Brenda says you like black dicks. Mmmm… good!"
I grab his meaty cock, and oh my God! So much thicker than I thought, I can't even wrap my fingers around it. His veins are so pronounced, with a stream of pre-cum oozing out his pee hole even!
I love the taste of him as I lick my way down his shaft to kiss his giant balls. I lick back up his rock-hard cock with a flat tongue and open mouth. Master then holds my head as his fat cock slides into my mouth.
"Mmm, mmm, mm!" I moan with my tongue flailing at his smooth cock skin.
"That's the way, baby, use your sissy tongue," Master groans.
"Such a natural cocksucker," he says to Sherry. "Is she also a good pussy-eater?"
"She's learning. She knew a little bit about it when she still thought she was a man, but there's so much more she has to learn. Brenda's been focusing on making her a cock-slut first."
"Damn… she's well on her way. I can't wait to get this bitch on the bed and shove this thing down her motha-fuckin' throat."
"Oh, God…" Sherry gets more excited, "I wanna see that!"
I'm enjoying this immensely as Master keeps his cock pressed against the back of my throat. I'd like to deep-throat him as my tongue curls around it, but I'm kneeling on the floor, and the angle just isn't right.
Being an expert cocksman, Master knows just how far he can penetrate my mouth without choking me. He's controlling the whole thing, raising and lowering my head, using my slave mouth like a pussy.