This story is about a Trans mistress who has a threesome with a man and woman who are in a dormant relationship. The Trans mistress is very dominating and adds quite a bit to the relationship! In the picture, trans webcam model Gabrielamort. She is also a model on Stripchat.
Carol and I had been happily married for five years, but over the years she had put on a few pounds. Therefore, she had decided to start exercising more. At the local gym, she had met a trans woman named Milena. Milena was a head taller than my wife and had a pretty muscular body and, as it turned out, was also very well-built. Carol had also talked about how beautiful Milena’s breasts were.
Milena’s B cup was a lot more attractive than Carol’s B cup. She had lost a lot of weight lately, about 10 kilos, and with that her breasts had shrunk a bit, something she thought was a pity. On the other hand, she could now wear again a number of dresses that had become too small for her, so I certainly did not hear any complaints. I began to notice that Carol and Milena were spending more and more time together. Everything revolved more and more around Milena, while Carol somehow became more insecure about herself.
It even got so bad that during an evening out, she called Milena to ask what movie we should watch. Gradually I became more and more curious about the woman who played such a big role in my wife’s life, but whom I had never met. Carol told me that in the morning they usually worked out for three and a half hours and then had some lunch. In the afternoon, they usually spent the afternoon at Milena´s apartment.
Milena is a trans mistress
When I asked her what they did, then she replied, “Just whatever Milena wants.” “Why haven’t I met her yet?” I asked. “In the evenings she works as an escort,” Carol replied, “but you mustn’t think too much of that to hear.” “Escort, with strange men?” I asked her. “Men, women, whoever pays her” she replied. “So you’re hanging out with a prostitute?” “Don’t be silly, Milena is an escort, she goes with people who pay her to be with her. She doesn’t have sex with them. She’s not a prostitute.” “And what do they pay her for then?” “She and some friends have a sm-room.
Men, as well as women, pay her to be tied up and punished” she replied without a glance, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “So does she have sex when those people are tied up?” “No, she doesn’t. She has sex on her own time with people she picks.” By now there was a question burning in my head. “Carol, did she ever approach you to join her?” “Honey, I would never do that anyway” she assured me.
With that I let the subject rest. However, every time she mentioned Milena, I pricked up my ears, because I was still very curious about this woman. Carol showed me a couple of pictures of Milena. The first was of her upper body. She was wearing a red leather corset where her huge breasts were poking out. The second picture was taken from behind as she half turned around. You could clearly see the silhouette of her full breasts. From that moment on, I was madly unconcerned about this woman, at least until last week.
Carol got out of bed when I noticed a huge blue spot on her buttocks. “What happened to you?” I asked. “Honey I told you I don’t do that kind of thing” she replied as if bitten. “What kind of things do you mean? I was just wondering what that bruise is from” “When I have sex I don’t tell anyone” she replied innocently. I was stunned. Was my wife now confessing to me that she was having an affair? “Are you sleeping with another man” I asked her. “It’s not what you think,” she replied, “it’s Milena.” “Did Milena do this?” By now, I had gotten out of bed and was standing next to her.
Carefully I pulled her panties down a little
Carefully, I pulled her panties down a little to get a better look at the huge blue spot. With tears in her eyes, Carol confessed that Milena had worked her over with a whip. “She doesn’t like it when her slaves don’t listen to her.” At that moment, a thousand things shot through my mind. My wife a slave for another woman? Working her over with a whip? “What’s all this about?” “She’s had me tell her all kinds of things about you. Now she wants a threesome, her, you and me. I refused, and that’s why she hit me. I wanted to leave our relationship out of it, but she forced me to tell her all kinds of things.
Things about you and about me and now you want to know all kinds of things about her. I don’t like gossiping behind other people’s backs. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you.” This was starting to get really weird now. Carol had been beaten by this dominant woman because she didn’t want a threesome with me. “So what kind of things did she want to know about me?” “Whether you are submissive to me or other people?
Whether you get hard when someone tells you how to have sex? Whether you satisfy me? How small your dick is? Whether you like to go down on me, even after someone would have cum inside? And whether you would like to suck?” she confessed to me. “And what did you tell her?” “While she took me, I told her that you sometimes fantasize about what it would be like to be a slave to a Mistress or Master. That you like to lick me, but that I don’t think you would like to suck.” With shaky legs, she told me the rest. “I told her that you’re not incredibly well-hung.
My sex life with Carol was very standard
Besides, in the past month, I’ve experienced more orgasms with her than with you in the past five years.” This admission felt like a slap in my face. “I’m sorry sweetheart. Milena is like no one I have ever met. She is so incredibly strong and has such a great influence on me. Besides, she makes me come so often that I have to give her way.” It took me a while to fully realize all that Carol had said. I knew about myself that I wasn’t very big-headed and that my sex life with Carol was very standard.
But when your wife tells you that so bluntly, it really hits home. I also wondered how it could be that Carol apparently found satisfaction with a woman? Before I went to work, I still wanted to know something from Carol. “If you’ve told Milena about my shortcomings in bed, why does she still want a threesome with me in it?” “Then it doesn’t all have to be so sneaky. I think if you could find yourself in…uhm…an arrangement, or if you submitted to her, that she could get a lot of pleasure out of it. I mean, she’s a Mistress by trade. Do you think she wouldn’t make you small?” “And you refused” I asked proudly? As she rubbed her buttocks with a pained face, she said, “It cost me thirty strokes and the worst part is that I think she will ask again.” “It actually sounds interesting.”
The thought of being with two women at once took complete possession of me. “After all, it’s not like you’re cheating with a guy.” With a serious face, Carol looked at me. “Sex with Milena is different to say the least. It’s very intense. Believe me when I say things will change.” At this point I was only thinking with my cock and completely ignored Carol’s warning. “If she asks again just tell her that I am open to trying something new for a change.” I gave Carol a big hug and a kiss and left for work.
That day as well as the day after, nothing came out of my hands. All I could think about was what a threesome with Carol and this dominant woman could be like. The following days the subject was hushed to death. I wanted to know all kinds of things, but Carol wouldn’t tell me anything. All she said was that she didn’t want it, that our lives would change too much. Friday night I came out of work and was received by Carol. She had a surprise for me. “Milena is coming over this weekend. She has set aside the whole weekend to play with us.” I was quite surprised at this sudden turn of events. “When can we expect her?” “She’s already in the living room waiting for you.
Go in and say hello.” Somewhat wary, I walked into our sitting room, and what met my eyes there cannot be described with a pen. There on our couch sat that beautiful, dominant apparition. Clad in a black and red leather playsuit with shiny black spandex leggings underneath. On her feet, she wore shiny black leather boots up to the knee and with heels of up to ten centimeters. Her breasts were pushed up by the playsuit, with a huge depth in between. It was obvious from her bare arms that she exercised regularly, as they were quite muscular.
I looked at her sexy trans face
As I looked at her sexy trans face, she said something, but the words completely passed me by. She was wearing perhaps a little too much makeup, but I could tell from her eyes that she was enjoying this moment. Her long blond hair was split in two by a parting that ran down the middle. One half fell behind her shoulder, while the other rested on her chest. It was now no wonder that my wife had begun an affair with this particular apparition. “I asked you what boy, answer me” said Milena. “Uh oh sorry, I didn’t understand you” I replied. “So you like the view, huh?” “Yes, it looks good”.
If she looked a little closer she could have already seen that something was gradually growing in my pants. “Since you were so busy staring I’ll ask again. Carol has told me that you do have an interest in having sex with me, is that right?” As I sat down next to her I put my arm over her shoulder. “Yes that’s right. I would like to fuck you quite a bit while Carol is around” I replied confidently. As she in turn removed my arm she told me that was out of the question. “No boy, unfortunately. You are only here as our plaything. I’m here for fucking, not you.”
I didn’t think that was a bad idea either, and nodded to Milena in confirmation. “Slave come here. You have to do something for me.” Quickly, Carol walked into the room and knelt down in front of Milena. “Yes Trans Mistress?” Milena put her hand on my crotch and gently stroked it. In response, I spread my legs a little to give her better access. “Slave, I want you to explain to your guy here the rules of the game we are going to play. Tell him the first five rules.”
As Carol began to explain the rules to me Milena continued to stroke my cock through my pants. “The first and most important rule: Always listen to Mistress Milena,” she said. “When called, get on your knees in front of Mistress Milena, bend your head to the ground and make sure your buttocks are off the ground.”
Carol sat this way in front of Milena as she explained the rules to me. “Rule three: when you are with Trans Mistress Milena, but she doesn’t need, you sit on your knees with your back straight and your head bent down. Your buttocks up and your hands on your knees with palms up.”
Getting ready without permission is forbidden
Carol showed me how to do it. “Getting ready without permission is forbidden,” she said. “And rule five: protesting without permission to talk is forbidden and is punished by five strokes.” As Carol sat like this in front of Milena and me, I began to get quite excited. Not least because Milena was still stroking my now rock hard cock.
This excitement was broken by Milena suddenly squeezing my cock hard. “Those who are good I reward. Those who resist me get punished. Good little boys and girls may have sex with me. Naughty boys are not allowed to cum, nor are they allowed to watch me use the good girls.” Now she removed her hand from my crotch and grabbed my chin as if I were a child. “Peter, you want to be a good little boy for Mistress Milena, don’t you?” With a dry mouth, I replied, “Yes, Trans Mistress.” “Good, be a good boy and stand there.” At the same time, she pointed to the center of the room. I rushed to obey this muscular sex goddess. “Slave, be so good as to undress your husband.”
Carol crawled over to me and began to pull my shirt out of my pants. I pulled the shirt over my head to which Milena snapped at me, “Don’t Peter. I didn’t say you could help. I only told you to stand in the middle of the room. I ordered my slave to undress you. So is the simplest assignment too much for you?” “I’m sorry” I muttered. It was clear she had put me in my place here. Carol undressed me further, and I stepped out of my pants and boxers and then stood completely naked in front of both ladies. “Slave, in the back seat of my car is a bag. Go get it.”
Meanwhile, I stood there naked in our living room and clearly felt a little uncomfortable so alone in front of this dominant woman. Out of automatism I folded my hands in front of my crotch, covering my noble parts. “You don’t really know where to put your hands huh” she teased. “Just let them hang down by your sides.” I did as she asked of me, but she kept staring at my crotch and nervously I folded my hands over again. “I believe we have yet to unlearn that timid attitude” she scolded. On the other hand if I had such a small cock I would be ashamed of it too.”
Carol came back in with a green sports bag in her hands. She knelt down in front of Milena and offered her the bag. “Your bag, Mistress.” “Thank you slave.” Milena rummaged around in the bag and took out two leather straps. “Slave attaches the long end to his thighs and the short end to his wrists.” Carol crawled over to me again and made me spread my legs a little. As Milena had said, my arms were effectively attached to my thighs. My cock which had previously shrunk under Milena’s scathing gaze was now slowly beginning to grow back and because of my tied arms I could no longer cover it with any kind of ease.
Quickly Carol took off all her clothes
Milena came and stood in front of me and commanded Carol to kneel beside her. When Carol was sitting next to her, Milena said, “Maybe you should undress too, at least it will look like something.” Quickly, Carol took off all her clothes. Milena snapped her fingers and quickly Carol took up her position naked again next to Milena. With her legs wide, her vagina was clearly visible, and her straight back caused her small breasts to stick out proudly.
Although Carol had been in this pose constantly it looked a lot better naked. Milena took my balls in her hand. With her nail she gently went over the bottom of my sack. I felt a shiver go through my entire body. There I stood with my arms tied, unable to do anything, naked in front of this beautiful apparition. “I know exactly how to touch you. I know your weaknesses. If I want to I’ll make you cum like this, or I’ll put a ring on your pecker and you’ll be hard for hours. Just look at your wife. Isn’t she beautiful so naked on her knees?” I looked at Carol.
This was the first time I had seen her as someone’s slave. I wondered if she herself knew how sexy she looked this way. With her pussy wide open and her prancing tits. As if she were challenging Mistress to take her like this. “Yes Mistress, she is beautiful” I replied. “Maybe, if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you put that little cock in her wet pussy yet. Wouldn’t that be nice, Peter?” “Yes ma’am” I responded. “But maybe your little pecker won’t be enough to satisfy my slave.” As if stung, I responded. “She has never complained otherwise.” “Ahh, but that was before she met me” she said proudly. “Think about whom you would rather have sex with.
Your naked wife kneeling here beside me
Your naked wife kneeling here beside me, or the one who has her in control?” Since I have been having sex with my wife for five years, not to mention the period before that, and Carol has already had sex with Milena, I didn’t want to be left behind. So completely truthfully I replied, “With You, trans Mistress.” “In that case, I need to make some preparations.” From her bag she took out a twenty centimeter long and about three centimeters thick dildo in the shape of a penis.
She put a blob of lube and lubricated the dildo with it
In her other hand, she put a blob of lube and lubricated the dildo with it. The little that was left she smeared between my buttocks, and I felt her slide two fingers inside me. Before inserting the dildo, she held it in front of me. “It’s bigger than yours” she said with a mean look in her eyes. I looked down to compare the dildo with my own tool. Milena was right. The dildo was about five inches longer, but just as thick as my own cock. With pleading eyes, I looked at her. “Please don’t.” “You’ve chosen me over my slave, and this is what I like to do with boys like you.
Makes them so obedient when they know something big is disappearing up their ass. But if you want, I can ask if my slave will do it?” Milena had a mean smile on her face. “Slave, how would you like to put this dildo in his ass. Then we’ll make a little pussy out of it. Or would you like me to do it?” Carol looked at me and then at Milena. “No Mistress, as we discussed beforehand, You will take him with your big cock. I just want to witness it when it happens.” “I’ll have a bigger cock for him later.
Are you sure you don’t want to stretch him a little with this little one already?” Meanwhile, I was hearing this and starting to get seriously worried about this “as agreed” and “soon to have another bigger one,” but what really made me shudder was that Milena thought this dildo was still small. With a slap I was called back to reality. “Legs wide!” Then I felt the cold dildo slowly move along my anus until it was fully inserted. “Don’t drop it” Milena snapped at me. She hadn’t said it yet or I tensed my buttocks and the dildo flew out again. In response, I received five firm taps with a whip on my buttocks. Milena picked up the dildo and again I felt the cold fake cock disappear into me. This time I made sure it stayed put. “Kneel down” Milena snarled.
That was easier to say than do with arms tied up and a dildo in your ass. Still, I managed to kneel without losing the dildo. “Legs spread!” “Further!” “That’s right. Chest forward and back straight” she commanded. “I want you to recite the first five rules.” “The first is: always obey Mistress Milena. The second is kneeled when I am in a room with You. Three is sit in this position when You do not need me. Four don’t masturbate or cum without Your permission, and the fifth is … Uhh … I don’t remember, Mistress.” “Protest” she hissed. “Oh yes, protest is punishable by five strokes” I said quickly. “My slave here has told me that you don’t like blowjobs and that you have never licked a cum-filled cunt. Is that true?” asked Milena, “Yes Mistress, that is true.
I have never sucked a dick or licked a cum-filled cunt” I answered obligingly. “So you don’t consider yourself homosexual?” Replied truthfully, “I like women and I like looking at them. I’ve never thought about doing it with a man.” Milena leaned forward invitingly, offering me a front-row view of her full cleavage, and asked, “What parts of a woman do you like to look at?” “I like to look and play with large breasts. The one I see before me now looks very good.” “Does it?” She unzipped the leather playsuit a bit and her two B breasts fell out.
The two nipples hung just inches in front of my face
The two nipples hung just inches in front of my face, and only now could I see that a gold ring was pierced through both of them. “Which breasts do you like better, mine or my slave’s?” “Yours are bigger, that’s why I like them better” I explained. “So if I understand correctly you find women with large breasts, like me, more beautiful than women with small breasts, like your wife?” It pained me to say it, because I knew I was hurting Carol with this, but I couldn’t possibly prove this beautiful woman with her huge breasts wrong. “Yes, Trans Mistress, bigger is better.” “Good lad, you may lick my nipples now.” She rewarded me with this, and meekly I began to work her nipples with my tongue. “Funny you should make your size preference so clear, because that’s what your wife was talking about too.
Slave, tell me what you enjoy more. A pecker like this.” With the tip of her shoe, she now pushed my cock up a little to make it clear what she meant. “Or do you prefer a larger size?” “You know me too well, Mistress” Carol replied with abandon. “I prefer a big cock that fills my wet cunt and mouth with lots of cum.” “Are you saying that Peter here, with his small cock, is not suitable as a man to satisfy a woman?” Milena let Carol humiliate me in this way, but I had started it myself. “Mistress, I love my husband, but I have learned through You that I love a big cock.
Milena visibly enjoyed this humiliation inflicted by my own wife
Dicks that fill me all the way up. Peter can’t help it that he’s small-breasted, any more than I can help it that my breasts aren’t as big as Yours.” This felt like a slap in the face, but Carol hadn’t finished. “But what I have noticed is that I like being your slave. Peter just isn’t that dominant. Because of his gentle nature, I think he could be a good slave. I would like to see him give up his status as man of the house.” With a big grin on her face, Milena visibly enjoyed this humiliation inflicted by my own wife. She asked, “Peter, are you willing to give up your status as man of the house?” In no time at all, this dominant woman had made my submissive side visible by making my lack of manhood painfully clear.
I wondered what this question of hers meant, but didn’t see what harm it could do. Besides, this was also what Carol wanted. If Milena had asked me to bark like a dog I would have done it. It’s weird to realize how your surroundings see you the moment someone points it out. If Carol hadn’t pointed out my lack of testosterone, which I would describe as a gentle nature, I probably wouldn’t have realized how incredibly I could enjoy kneeling naked tied up in front of a Mistress and her slave with a dire urge to serve them both.
Almost I wanted to give in, but somewhere there was the fear of just giving in. Because I hesitated to answer, Milena became somewhat irritated. “We’ll let you think about it while we fuck for a while.” Milena put a blindfold on me and left me kneeling there in the middle of the room. Blindfolded, I heard how Milena and Carol were engaged with each other on the couch. I couldn’t see anything, but I heard everything. Milena was instructing Carol where and how to lick. I heard Carol telling Milena that she was the best. The best in what?
I begged Milena if I could join in. Until suddenly, Milena told Carol to open the front door. Why was that again? I didn’t hear a bell, so there couldn’t have been anyone at the door. When Carol came back, I heard Milena say, “You have already met my slave, this is her husband. He is our slave.” She gave a tug on my cock. “You understand why, I suppose.” Carol stood next to me and told me to open my mouth and bend my head back a little. Hesitantly I did as she asked as she continued to tell me what they were planning. “Peter…” “Slave we call him slave,” Milena attacked her, “his lack of manhood must be made clear.” Carol corrected herself, “Slave, in front of you is a big trans cock.
I felt the large Trans glans press against my throat
Open your mouth like a chick wanting to be fed by its mother. Then move forward a little and take that big cock into your mouth and suck on it. Don’t bite, just suck.”. At this point, I was beginning to doubt whether this was what I wanted. A Mistress and some to suck, and my wife and I as their slaves. I tried not to gag when I felt the large glans press against my throat. This huge cock wasn’t even fully in my throat yet, but my mouth couldn’t open any further. At that moment I heard a camera.
Someone had taken a picture and I heard the camera several more times. Because of the blindfold I didn’t know who was doing it Milena, Carol or the man fucking my throat. All I knew was that there was no turning back now. I heard Carol’s voice talking to me. “This cock has brought me so much pleasure lately. Doesn’t he feel wonderful? It feels so good to know that the same cock is now deflowering you. Milena is really enjoying it too, isn’t it Mistress?” “Definitely,” I heard from above me. Carol continued, “Make him nice and hard for me, because soon that cock is going to fuck me really hard and when he cums then you can come and lick all that seed out of me.
Indeed, you are no longer a man, but a boy with a small dick. Oh, it looks so horny to see that big cock going in and out of your mouth. Not long before that cock starts fucking me.” Carol went on and on with my humiliation. The immense penis was slowly pulled out of my mouth until only the glans rested on my lips. “Lick it” I heard Milena say. “Can you tell me how big this cock is just by using your tongue” asked Carol? I placed my tongue at the balls and with a long slow stroke I licked the entire shaft and then the glans. “What a huge glans that was” I thought to myself. “I think it was twenty centimeters” I replied. Milena interfered in the conversation from above me. “Twenty, no slave, the dildo in your ass is twenty centimeters and this one is bigger” It was hard with the blindfold on to place where everyone was.
Carol was sitting next to me. The man was in front of me, so Milena had to stand next to him again. I licked the huge cock again from bottom to top. “Twenty-five inches” I guessed. “How about thirty” said Carol. As I licked, I felt Carol’s hand hold the cock. “Please Mistress, he is hard. May I have him now” she begged Milena ” Boy, you stay here. Slave, I want you to tell slave here how this huge cock feels in your wet cunt while you are being taken by him.” For the next ten minutes, all I heard Carol say were things about how good that cock felt in her pussy.
How it stretched her so much and that after he finished I had to lick her pussy clean. I would lick all that cum out of her and no one else, because that was all I was good for from now on. I would spend the whole weekend on my knees licking them both clean. She also delicately reminded me that bigger was better, after all. “Your little cock doesn’t do anything for me anymore. Like you said, you like Mistress Milena’s breasts better because they are bigger than mine. I like this cock because it’s so much bigger than yours.” “Ooohhh he’s coming.” And then there was silence for a moment.
Slave I am going to take your blindfold off
Milena began to speak. “Slave I am going to take your blindfold off in a moment on the condition that you will lick both of us, your Mistress and my slave, but you must make a choice between whom you want to lick first. Be persuasive in your choice, because the other will take your ass in hand with the whip.” Well, that seemed like a clear choice. Choosing between Milena’s cunt or my wife’s who had just been groggily fucked by a guy and was full of cum. “Mistress Milena, I beg to be the first to taste yours.” “So-so, I couldn’t have made you say that better, “said Milena. “Slave, put this dildo in your pussy so all that good stuff stays in there.
Slave, crawl over here and come lick me.” “Yes Mistress” I answered meekly. Milena pulled the blindfold off my head, and what I saw there made me shudder from head to toe. Milena was actually a guy. In front of me hung a huge cock gleaming with pussy fluid and cum. It was not quite hard anymore, but still at least about twenty inches long and as thick as a golf ball. The glans glistened with pussy fluid, but also with white sperm, the rest of which was undoubtedly in Carol’s vagina. She grabbed the colossus at the bottom and held it like a fishing rod in front of my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash.
It had been Carol capturing this moment forever. The moment when I surrendered myself completely to our new Mistress who would define our lives from that moment on. I looked up at the swollen device hanging between Milena’s legs and further at her huge DD cup breasts. It was obvious from her belly that she was a regular at the gym, as she had a beautiful washboard. This man/woman had hardly any fat on her body. Nothing else showed that she was born a man, except for the huge pole dangling in front of me. Even in its normal state, this cock was still almost twice as big as mine. Immediately I began to wonder why a man with such a large apparatus would dress as a woman and then why he still left that dick on.
I didn’t have time to think about it. I felt three hard taps from Carol with the whip come down on my ass. “Come taste your Mistress slave” said Milena, waving her cock in front of my eyes. I bent down to take my Mistress’ glans into my mouth. Some semen was still dripping out of it and I had to do my best to get it all in. In order to get the behemoth into my mouth properly, I had to shift slightly. Another whipping landed on my ass as I tried my best to lick all the seed from Milena’s glans. The shaved balls made Milena’s cock look even bigger than it already was. I licked the underside of the shaft and flashed another picture. Carol made sure nothing would escape the camera.
She leaned over a bit to take a close-up of me. In addition, a bunch were taken. Meanwhile, Milena stroked me through my hair like you do with a small child. “How does it taste slave” asked Milena? “I’ve never done this before” I replied, “so I don’t know what it’s supposed to taste like.” “Also, lick up what’s on the couch.” As I bent down to lick some moisture off the couch, I saw another flash. Looking to my left I saw Carol’s head behind the camera with a big grin on it as she took a picture of how I was doing, with Milena’s erect penis next to me. “He looks so innocent, just as you predicted. Stripped of every shred of manhood by licking your cock clean” Carol said to Milena. Then to me, “You wanted sex with Milena. You wanted a threesome with Milena. You wanted to fuck her and be fucked by her.
Now watch yourself as you lick her cock clean.” Carol was right. I felt completely used, a helpless sucker unable to resist them both. “There’s a lot more inside me. Come here and lick me clean.” Carol got down on the floor next to me and spread her legs for me, expecting me to lick it all up. I looked up questioningly at Milena. When she nodded her head in Carol’s direction, I bent as far as I could toward Carol’s wide-open pussy. Since my hands were still attached I had no way to keep my balance either and I fell forward with my nose right between her legs.
Submissively, I started licking up all the fluid in and around Carol’s vagina. Meanwhile, I felt Milena’s hands pulling my ass up a bit. I looked back to see what she was doing. “Slave hold his face, make sure he keeps licking” said Milena. I felt the dildo being pulled out of my anus and then how it remained open. It didn’t take long for me to figure out why the dildo went out, because I felt the huge glans of Milena’s cock pushing against my ass. Surely she didn’t think this was going to fit? With all my might, I squeezed my buttocks together, so I wasn’t really concentrating on eating anymore. Until I was distracted by a blob of seed coming out of Carol’s pussy, and I had to swallow. “Good slave. I believe he just got a good taste of you, Milena” Carol said. It took a moment for me to grasp the meaning of these words, and that was exactly the moment Milena needed.
She thrust her cock deep into me
With a firm thrust, she thrust her cock deep into me. I felt my anus being stretched to a maximum. Slowly she pulled her cock out of me again until only the glans was still inside. She gave me a hard pat on my butt and at the same time she thrust her cock deep into my ass again. Again and again she repeated this until there was a rhythm to it. I noticed that I was starting to thrust back and was beginning to enjoy it. To my own great embarrassment, I noticed that I was cumming and even though I wasn’t even hard. Thick splotches of my own seed were dropping to the floor below me. Milena warned me that this would take a while. “It’s a good thing I fucked my slave first, then I’ll last a little longer at the deflowering of your ass slave.”
Nothing more than a boy with a little dick
For the rest of this weekend and whenever I want it after that, you will be our little slave. Nothing more than a boy with a little dick. All you will be good for is licking a slave’s pussy and my cock clean. Your ass will be available whenever I want it. You know best, that’s all you’ve ever been good for. With much expertise as a domina and a transvestite, she humiliated me in front of my wife. She belittled me and even got me to respect that huge cock. “Things are going to change forever here.” With one hand, she went to my little pecker and felt that it was all moist from my own seed. “Ooh, you’re already enjoying it, and I was thinking you wouldn’t like a big cock in your ass. You enjoy having your pussy used. You’re going to be our slave, aren’t you?” I murmured something in confirmation, not stopping for a moment to lick Carol’s wet pussy.
Then Carol said to Milena, “We can buy him a dog basket, then we’ll have the big bed to ourselves.” “yes that sounds like a good idea” said Milena, “we’ll put that at the foot of what used to be yours and Peter’s bed. That is now mine and my slave’s.” Meanwhile, Milena continued to masturbate me as she occasionally slapped my buttocks with her other hand. I continued to thrust back, as if broken at each thrust of Milena’s cock into me. “We’ll dress you like a girl, I know enough about that and you’ll get a set of fake tits. We’ll keep your hands tied as much as possible, that way you’ll be easier to control.
Maybe I’ll take you for my clients as an apprentice transvestite, so they can fuck you if they don’t get me. I’m sure there’s a market for that.” Carol now interfered as well. “In the pictures I took you look like a professional the way you have that cock in your mouth. They don’t show who that cock belongs to, so should you ever get tired of it after I divorce you we will use those pictures to completely kill your reputation.” Carol had predicted that things would never be the same again and she was absolutely right about that.
With all the excitement around me and the thought with what was to come, I was cumming. I surrendered completely to this big-headed sex goddess. I had done everything. Licked her seed-stained cock, licked Carol’s pussy clean of all the seed, and now I was being fucked in the ass by this dominant woman with a cock and I didn’t care anymore. The proof was there, I was not even half the man than the woman who was fucking me. Carol remained her slave and I became their slave.
