A Fairy Tale by Rachael Ross (M/F F/F, TG/MF, Rom, Oral, Anal

Interracial, Preg, D/s, Humil, Transgender, Lez, CD, Size)

A Fairy Tale By T.S. Severe

Copyright 2007 T.S. Severe Ltd. Intended for adults only. T.S.Severe@gmail.com

Story Codes: M/F, F/F, TG/MF, Romance, Oral, Anal, Interracial, Pregnant, D/s, Humil, Transgender, Lesbian, Cross-Dressing, Size, Etc.

Synopsis: When a college coed hooks up with a beautiful transsexual Domme all kinds of weird things are bound to happen, especially when her boyfriend and then her best friend both get involved as well.

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A Fairy Tale By T.S. Severe

=-=-Chapter One-=-=

"Heather?" My boyfriend was knocking on the bathroom door. "What's wrong, are you okay? Heather?"

"Yeah..." I swallowed thickly and that was a mistake. I threw up some more, kneeling on the floor, feeling like I was dying.

"Heather?" He knocked some more and I just wanted him to go away.

I washed my face and rinsed my mouth out, hoping it was over because there wasn't anything left in my stomach. All the Chinese food we'd had for our little romantic dinner had come up. That had been his idea and I hoped Brandon would leave, but of course he wouldn't. He was in love and he wanted sex, probably. I'd made him wait all week and now he was here and I was sick, how sexy was that?

Ordinarily I looked pretty good, but my blonde hair was damp with sweat and matted to my neck and forehead. My blue eyes were watery and red. I'd made a little mess on my brand new blouse, there went sixty bucks down the drain as I tried to wash out the stains, standing there like an idiot in my bra. It wasn't even a real one, just a sexy sheer lace bra so my nice round boobs jiggled half out of it as I scrubbed. My skirt was askew and a mess, but that hardly mattered. I was a train wreck anyway; twenty minutes of puking will do that to a twenty year old girl.

"Hey. Are you okay? You need anything? You want to lie down?" He was right there when I opened the door, naturally. It was his place, but I'd sort of forgotten that.

"Yeah." I nodded, "I wanna lie down."

Standing up was making me sick again and I let Brandon bring me to his bed. He was a good looking guy and people said we made a cute couple, me being pretty and he being, well, Brandon was pretty too, actually. It was a match made in heaven. I knew he was serious about me, too serious, and I liked him, but I wasn't ever going to love him. I hadn't told him that, of course, but I would eventually, more than likely when I found another guy I liked a little better. Or maybe not even that long as I had someone in mind already. I wasn't a total bitch. I mean that's what people do, and I wasn't lying to him or leading him on. He got full backstage access to my body, so he didn't have anything to complain about anyway.

I'd trade sex for fun any day of the week and twice on Sundays.

"Here we go, wow...Okay." He was in full mother mode, showing me how much he cared. Blankets, check. Pillows, check. "Let me get you some water, okay? Do you want some uh, aspirin? Some Tylenol?"

"Do you have crackers?" I asked him.

"Maybe, um...I can go to the store, if you..."

"No, just aspirin, yeah." I smiled at him and the whole caring thing was nice and cute, but I wished I was in my own bed just then.

After the aspirin and just a little swallow of water, Brandon was laying down next to me. It was still early for us, just after eight, and the warm glow from the bedside lamp, and the warm comforter on his bed...It was nice and I was actually feeling a little better, as long as I didn't move my head around too much.

"Feeling okay?" Brandon asked softly, his soft brown eyes full of worry.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'm sorry, Brandon."

"It's okay, Hmmmm...Do you think it was that Chinese food? Maybe it was bad or something and...What?" He was touching me and I almost laughed.

"It isn't the food." I coughed slightly.

"Ummm...Flu?" He scratched at his unruly black hair, maybe wondering if I had something contagious suddenly.

"Nope." I shook my head and that was a mistake. My tummy lurched and I winced, not wanting to lose it again.

"I don't understand." Brandon wasn't the brightest guy in his class at law school.

"It's morning sickness." I told him and I'd known I was going to have to tell him sooner or later, but I wished I was a little stronger when it happened.

"But..." He blinked at me. "...It's night time."

"Brandon." I laughed and closed my eyes and he was stroking my shoulder, getting closer and he really did have a one track mind. The boy loved sex almost as much as I did, but he wasn't sick either.

"What do you mean morning sickness?" He asked reasonably and he was playing with my bra strap and I started wondering if he didn't have a thing for sick girls.

"I mean morning sickness." I shrugged slightly, not feeling like I wanted to be touched at all. "I'm pregnant."

"What?" He pulled his hand away then and even looked at it for a second.

"I'm pregnant." I repeated and just lay there.

"But...Heather!" He was trying to sort it out. "We always used condoms. You wouldn't do it unless we had protection."

"Yeah." I nodded carefully.

"How come you're pregnant? Did one break? Do they leak or something?" He was talking too fast and it was making my tummy spin. "You can't be pregnant. I always wore a rubber! How can we have a baby?"

"Brandon." I said patiently, like he was a child.

"We were so careful. I bought some more today and...Huh?"

"I didn't say it was yours." I spoke as gently as I could.

"What?" He swallowed hard and his brown eyes took on an injured look, his sexy mouth turning into a little frown.

"It's not your baby, I know that." I told him. "You don't have to worry."

"What? I love you! I want to marry you! I mean...Shit! I was gonna ask you, Heather." He was going to cry I thought. "I have a ring on layaway and next month...What do you mean it isn't mine?"

"You do?" I frowned at hearing that unexpected news.

"Whose baby is it?" He was torn between being really pissed and...I don't know, something else.

"You don't know him, Brandon." I sighed and just sank back, enjoying that soft warm bed for one more minute before I had to leave.

"But you do." Brandon was up already too, not next to me, not anymore. He was standing up so he could look down and point an accusing finger at me.

"Well, yeah." I smiled despite myself. "Obviously."

"Heather." He pouted. "How could you do this to me? To us? Do you love that guy? How come you didn't tell me?"

"It was kind of...An accident." I shrugged. "I didn't mean to get pregnant."

"But you cheated on me!" He said.

"Brandon, I've had sex with like six other guys since I met you, okay?" I frowned. "We're dating, going out sometimes. We're not going steady or anything, okay? You know that. It's just for fun."

"I haven't been with anyone else, Heather." He was pacing a little. "I haven't even looked at another girl!"

"Well..." I sighed. "...You should have, Brandon."

"I don't want to!" And he was back on the bed suddenly, or kneeling on the floor actually, and leaning over it to take my hands in his. "I love you, Heather. I want to marry you."

"Brandon." I blinked at him. "I'm pregnant with someone else's baby, doesn't that tell you something?"

"Like what?" He asked and then shrugged. "I don't care. It's still you. Will you marry me, Heather? Please?"

"You're insane." I giggled and I started moving slowly, trying to get my hands away from him. "I have to go. I'm gonna go home."

"Don't, Heather. Please? I'm not mad, see? I'm not. Don't be mad, okay? Just...You're sick, lie back down. We'll talk, alright? Please?"

"Brandon." I shook my head, fighting down the bile that rose with my head as I sat up. "I like you a lot, you're sweet and so nice, but I don't love you. I told you that before."

"Do you love him?" Brandon was still holding onto me. "That other guy? Is that why you let him...Why you're pregnant?"

"I don't know." I said truthfully. "It's...Weird, okay? Let me go. I'm going to go home."

"But can I see you again?" Brandon asked and I was slipping away. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"I'll call you, okay?" I tried to smile. "I'm gonna borrow your sweatshirt..." I grabbed his grey 'Property of' sweatshirt off his dresser. "...So you know I have to give it back, right?"

"Heather." Brandon was still kneeling there, his body stretched out over the empty bed, looking up at me sadly.

"I'll see you later, Brandon." I left him there and I felt bad, a big load of guilt to go along with the nausea. I could have done that better, but I wasn't in any kind of shape for it.

I knew what his problem was. He'd invested all his emotions in me, despite my warnings. I'd never promised the man anything and I'd even gone out of my way to make sure he knew I wasn't looking for anything but a good time with him. But he'd put everything into us, into me and him and whatever relationship he'd imagined we had. Now it was time to face it and he was fighting for it, desperate enough to accept someone else's baby growing in my belly. I was doing him a favor and he should have appreciated that, I thought.

Men were just so...Clingy! Ugh! It was frustrating and it made the short walk back to my dorm only slightly more unpleasant than it otherwise would have been. I had to stop three times to puke in the bushes. But maybe the walking and the puking and just the fresh evening air did me some good because the sickness actually went away finally. It was like that though, although I'd only been going through it a few days. It would come all of a sudden out of nowhere, steal my lunch or dinner away, and then just as fast...it was gone.

I just wished I could predict it a little better, but like I said, it had only just started so I was thinking a pattern would emerge eventually. I'd known for certain that I was pregnant almost a week, since I'd missed my period and got a home pregnancy test to confirm it. All it had taken was three times, maybe only the first time, but we'd done it three times bareback in one night and then...A lot after that. On and off for a month almost, and now I had what I'd always imagined would be a disaster on my hands. I was a college junior and pregnant and unmarried. The one guy who would marry me, Brandon, was a divorce waiting to happen two years down the road. A blind woman could see that, so who needed it?

=-=-Chapter Two-=-=

"God! You look like shit, Heather." Denise was there, my roommate, painting her toes on her bed and watching a House rerun on our little television.

We'd split it, fifty-fifty, since neither of us had more than twenty dollars in our purses at any one time. That was only because we were always looking for fun though, not because we didn't have any. My parents sent me a pretty decent allowance and Denise was flat out spoiled by hers, but all that meant was that our closets were swollen and we had thirty-six flavors of red lipstick to choose from. It was better being broke anyway, guys liked to spoil us and we didn't feel bad about it if we were strapped for cash. Not that we would have felt bad, but at least we could pretend like we would.

"Thanks." I sighed, closing the door and leaning against it. "I feel better than I look."

"Heh." She shook her curly strawberry hair at me.

Denis was all Irish and we often thought we should switch names. She had a light dusting of freckles over her cheerful cheeks, smiling green eyes, and a petite little body that drove a lot of guys crazy. Seriously, she looked thirteen and I had no idea there were so many pedophiles at college. She was fucking at least two of her professors that I knew of, so that meant she was probably doing four of them, including that dyke English Lit. Prof, Dr. Hauven...I'd done her as a freshman just to pass her class, but I wasn't a real lesbian. Neither was Denise. We were just opportunists.

"That's good right? If I feel better than shit?" I smiled sarcastically.

"I guess." Denise went back to her toes. "Morning sickness again, huh? Ruined your date?"

"I had to tell him." I shrugged, getting on my bed and crossing my arms over my chest. "Brandon wants to marry me."

"You told him it was his?" Denise looked at me and she actually liked Brandon a lot, not sexually, but she thought he was good for me, like everyone else did. Such a cute couple! She probably thought Brandon and I getting married would be a good thing.

"No, of course not." I shook my head. "I don't want to marry him."

"Oh." Denise nodded and I knew what she was thinking.

"I don't want to marry anybody." I said and then noticed my celphone blinking, sitting on my nightstand where I'd left it. "Hey! How come you didn't tell me I had a call?"

"I forgot." Denise shrugged. "You gonna tell your parents?"

"Someday." I said with a little stretch as I reached for my phone.

"Before or after you start showing?"

"What do you think?" I wrinkled my nose and pushed the callback button.

"I think you'll wait until you have the baby and then pretend like you found it on your doorstep."

"That's a good plan..." I giggled, "...You just think of...Stacy? Hey! I just got in."

"Great, there you go..." Denise was saying.

"Hmmm, no I'm not busy." I said softly, ignoring my roommate. "Yeah, course I'm sure, why? What do you want to do?"

"...When are you going to tell her?" Denise wondered.

"Yes, I can come over." I smiled at Denise and wiggled my eyebrows. "All weekend? Yeah...Okay...Of course I can..."

"You should have just told Brandon you're gay." Denise sighed loudly. "But nobody ever listens to me."

"Yeah, I will...Yeah, I know...No..." I was giggling and biting my lip and listening to Stacy while I watched Denise frown. "...I love you."

"Love?" My roommate gave me a doubtful look and I ignored her.

"Stacy..." I breathed, hanging up the phone and looking at it, because there were things I'd wanted to say but couldn't, not with Denise there. Stacy understood that though.

"Going out?" Denise sat back, straightening her pale legs and looking at her little red toes.

"Yeah, all weekend." I nodded. "Stacy invited me over."

"I bet." My roommate sighed.

"What?" I rolled my eyes as I got off my bed, feeling much better then and I started undressing so I could get a shower and change before I left.

"I don't like her." Denise shrugged. "Doesn't matter anyway, she's your friend."

"You think I'm turning queer?" I laughed. "Don't worry about it."

"I don't care." Denise said. "Be queer all you want. Everybody's queer; but that girl is just...Different."

"Yeah, she is." I grinned, pulling Brandon's sweatshirt off and tossing it at her. "You know what they say about straight girls..."

"Yeah, they just haven't met the right woman." Denise snorted.

"So, maybe I have." I smiled and loosened my bra as she threw the sweatshirt back at me.

"If that's all you want, you could go out with me tonight." Denise offered and I knew she liked me. We'd fucked before, but only when we were a little drunk and it had been okay.

"I thought you were going out with what's-his-name." I dropped my bra on my bed and unzipped my skirt.

"I feel a head-ache coming on." She pressed a hand to her forehead. "Come on, Heather, stay with me. We'll make some popcorn and watch TV and just be pigs all night."

"Oh!" I giggled. "Tempting!"

I was taking my panties off and teasing my roommate as my little blonde pussy came into view.

"We could give up boys completely!" I grinned at her. "Move to San Francisco and open up a tattoo parlor!"

"Heather..."

"Can you tell I'm pregnant, do you think?" I asked her, turning my body and pushing my flat tummy out a little as I looked down.

"You're pregnant a month." Denise shook her head. "And you're gonna be a mommy, think about that."

"Spoilsport." I wrinkled my nose at her. "Can I borrow your soap?"

"What soap?" She asked suspiciously.

"The one that looks like a cock." I giggled. "I wanna get squeaky clean."

"You're so weird, Heather." Denise sighed. "It's in the bag. There, on my dresser."

"God, I love that thing." I stuck my tongue out at her.

I dug through her toiletries bag, which was like a little straw beach bag until I found her soap-on-a-rope, which looked amazingly like a nice fat cream colored cock, except all the veins and ridges had been smoothed away by constant use.

"Lesbian soap." I sighed. "That's what we could do! Make soap!"

"Go away!" Denise said, ignoring me.

"Jealous!" I giggled and wrapped a towel around me before heading to the community showers.

I didn't know why Denise didn't like Stacy. They'd only met once and then just briefly, and they'd seemed to get along okay. I thought maybe it was just my best friend and roommate feeling a little left out. We had our own boyfriends, but we spent most of our time together anyway. Boys weren't a threat to our friendship either, being just boys like they were and somewhere between dogs and dolphins on the evolutionary ladder. Denise and I were pretty close, and now there was another friend, another girl, and I had been spending a lot of time with Stacy. Now I was going to spend a weekend with her.

I tried to put it out of my mind as I took my shower, washing my body and using that soap the way it was meant to be used. Masturbating with it, obviously, and it really was handmade by lesbian artisans just for that purpose. They swore it was perfectly healthy, so long as you didn't shower with it like three times a day or something. Once in awhile though...Working that slippery smooth, deftly rounded length of phallus into my pussy felt sooooo good! It felt even better in my ass, believe it or not, and I was just starting to work it in and out, leaning against the tiled wall with my little round butt pushed out nicely, when I was interrupted by a couple of the other girls who shared our dorm.

"Oops!" One of them, Linda, giggled at me and her friend Lisa just pursed her lips.

I might have blushed, but it wasn't the first time I'd gotten caught frigging myself in the shower, so I just pulled the soap back out and gave them a little shrug. I fingered my ass for a little bit anyway, since it was already soapy. Every girl in that dorm was weird in one way or another, trust me. If college had taught me nothing else, it was that everyone has something to be ashamed of and the sooner you get over it, the happier you'll be.

My thing was sex and I didn't mind public sex all that much anyway. I'd masturbated deliberately in front of some of the girls, particularly Amy Welch, that girl was just totally fine! But Amy was straight as an arrow, or so she pretended, and I was convinced. Denise and I would get high sometimes, smoking a little pot in our room and talking about how much we'd like to rape her, but that was just being silly. Still, I could usually get off pretty good imagining Denise holding Amy's squirming body down on my bed while I reamed her tight virgin ass with that soap. I'll admit that my sexual fantasies weren't always what you would call nice, but that's the nature of fantasies and why they're so good.

"Want to borrow my soap?" I grinned at Lisa, who was black and had a big ass. She showed it off too, believe me.

"Uh, no thanks." She made a face under the hot water and I just shrugged. It was fun tweaking some of those girls a little, like she never fingered her ass before? Get real.

Lisa would get her revenge later, when the word got out that I was pregnant and especially when nobody would know who the father was. It wasn't like I was going to tell. So far as Denise was concerned, I told her it was some guy I didn't know, a stranger I'd picked up and let him bang me raw. She was the only one who knew I was pregnant, except Brandon now, and all he knew was that he wasn't the father. That would have to do.

I'd pretty much come to grips with having a baby. Yeah it was scary, and inside I was pretty nervous about it, but I'd let it happen. It had been about as deliberate as such a thing can be, short of taking fertility drugs or something. Still, I did have to tell my parents soon, before I started showing or they'd really take it badly. It was going to be bad enough when I told them I didn't know who the daddy was. It was going to be a little Armageddon at Heather's house, pictures at eleven! But they'd love me and take care of me and we'd work it out. Parents are like that and if they couldn't handle it, well, they should have thought of that before having a kid, right? I wasn't too worried about them. I just knew it was going to hurt for a little while and I wished it wouldn't.

A baby wasn't the end of the world and it was kind of exciting, knowing I had a new life growing inside me. I liked that a lot actually, much more than I'd expected I would. I'd resisted at first and hard, and I suppose a lot of people would call it rape, the first time anyway, but after that I'd been a lot more willing. I'd learned my lesson, so to speak, and even come back looking for more since it had been so good that first time. The fighting, the refusing and being taken, forced to submit and then accepting it with tears and a little anger and a lot of humiliation...Oh yeah, that had tripped my trigger and I was hooked. I sort of wished I wasn't pregnant, just so we could keep trying, you know?

Probably you don't. Take my word for it, just for now.

"Linda wanted to use your cock...I mean soap..." I grinned at Denise as I came into the bedroom, she was getting ready for her own night out.

"What?" She looked up at me from the bottom drawer of her dresser where she kept her panties for some reason. I kept mine in the top, like most people do, I think.

"Lisa? She wanted to get that big booty ready for her boyfriend." I teased. "I think he's white."

"You let that..." Denise paused. "...Black girl use my soap in her ass?"

"You almost said it, huh?" I laughed. "You know, white people like you give the rest of us a bad name."

"Fuck you." Denise laughed. "You got my thong?"

"Which one?" I widened my blue eyes innocently. "The...black one?"

"I don't like black people, so what? Where's my thong?" Denise was a racist and she really didn't like having to hide it. I think that's what bothered her the most.

"Look in my drawer." I nodded towards my own dresser. "I borrowed it the other night, remember?"

"Did you wash it?" Denise asked, getting up and looking at me as I stood naked in front of the mirror and dried my hair.

"Uhhh...Smell it first." I giggled.

"Great." She shook her head. "They name streets after people like you."

"What, route 69?" I giggled.

"One way." Denise found her thong and held it to her nose. "How come you never wash my underwear?"

"Cause you like it used." I shrugged.

"Oh yeah." Denise rolled her eyes, pulling that dirty thong up and adjusting it so that it barely covered her strawberry pussy. That girl was Irish all over.

"I think I wore it the night that black guy fucked me." I pursed my lips. "Remember him? Jamal or...Hmmm...Bubba, was that his name? He was..."

"Fuck off!" Denise dipped her head in exclamation and I laughed.

"I was thinking about getting a little spade tattoo, a little Q maybe...Queen of spades right above my pussy, what do you think?"

"I'm getting a little pissed." Denise frowned and I knew I was pushing her a little too hard.

"I'm sorry, okay...I'm teasing." I gave her a little hug and Denise resisted at first, but finally she let me hold her and give her a kiss, my nipples popping hard against the top of her tits because she's only like five feet nothing and I'm six inches taller. She hasn't got any tits anyway, being the little girl she is, just big puffy pink nipples.

"You're being mean." Denise frowned as I let her go.

"Yeah, it's...I dunno." I shrugged "I'm pregnant."

"That excuse is gonna get real old." Denise decided and we both went back to getting dressed.

"I only get to use it for nine months, come on!" I grinned.

"You didn't really fuck a nig...Black guy, did you?" Denise glanced at me. "Please tell me you didn't."

"I didn't." I sort of lied. I hadn't fucked one while wearing her thong.

"Good." She smiled then. "You're such a bitch sometimes."

"Me?" I rolled my eyes. "Never mind."

"What?" Denise looked genuinely confused and she really didn't get it at all.

"Nothing." I shrugged, promising myself that sometime I was going to get some black guy to fuck me, and come back and talk Denise into going down on me. That wouldn't be hard and it would really get me off seeing her eat a black guy's sperm and not realizing it. I'd say it was some white guy and she'd never know the difference, but I would.

My phone was ringing and I was just about out the door. I never carried it with me, I hated phones and I hated people who lived on their phone. Whoever invented mobile telephones was a sadistic troublemaking bastard and I hope he ended up with something really bad, like terminal acne. It really is my one and only pet peeve. My telephone and the fear of becoming enslaved to it like everyone else I knew.

"Answer it for me." I told Denise and she made a face at me.

"It's Brandon." She said, reading his name on the little screen and it was still ringing.

"I'm not here, just tell him...I'm not here." I said and then as if to prove it I left, closing the door behind me.

=-=-Chapter Three-=-=

I'd dressed sort of sexy, but casual sexy. A pair of old worn jeans that fit my legs and ass tight, they were extremely comfortable and made me look taller than I was, I thought. Some one inch heels, sort of hiding beneath the bell bottoms, but comfortable with big heels, not stilettos or anything silly like that. A tight white t-shirt and no bra, just my firm boobs and hard nipples poking through the cotton. It said `Dickies!' on the front so, yeah, it was cute. A suede jacket with tassel sleeves and my purse over my shoulder; I was all set for a ten minute walk off campus to Stacy's apartment.

She didn't go to college, Stacy just lived nearby and I wasn't even sure how old she was. It could be a little hard to tell with her. I figured about twenty seven maybe, give or take a year at the most. She'd picked me up in a local club, an under twenty-one club, serving soft drinks to college kids who brought their own booze. I'm more into guys than girls, but she got my attention and held it long enough to get me back her to her place and I was ready for it. I'm definitely bisexual and going home with a tall, very attractive, and somewhat mysterious woman wasn't something I was afraid of.

Denise was right, there was something different about Stacy and I'd wanted to figure it out all night. After three years of playing the field at college, different means fresh and that's intoxicating to someone like me. Guys like Brandon were a dime a dozen. Pretty as he was, nice as he could be, I knew five more guys just like him. There was only one Stacy though and that was seriously cool. I just needed to figure out how to tell her I was pregnant. I wasn't frightened of telling her, not at all, I was just nervous.

She lived at the top of a modern residence, like a brownstone, but with three levels instead of just two, and three apartments. Stacy was in the top one and it wasn't overly large, and too expensive probably, being in the university district as it was, but it was nice inside. I liked her place a lot and I was going to enjoy having a whole weekend there. I climbed the stairs slowly, feeling my stomach churning a little, but this was excitement, not morning sickness...I hoped. The last thing I wanted was another round of that. I was sure Stacy would be just as attentive as Brandon had been, but I rather wished she wouldn't have to be. There were other sorts of attention I wanted from her.

"About time, slut." Stacy said as soon as she opened the door.

"Sorry Mistress." I swallowed hard, lowering my eyes and I started undressing immediately. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes in her apartment.

"Lucy, be a dear and bring me slut's collar, would you? It's there, on the bookshelf." Stacy said, turning her head to speak with someone else.

I almost lifted my head at that, not expecting anyone else to be there and having no idea who Lucy might be. Luckily, I kept my wits and focused on kicking off my shoes and undoing my jeans, pushing them down my legs and leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs so I could get them off. I pushed my panties down as well, and then pulled my t-shirt over my head, using my movements as an excuse to see another woman standing behind my Mistress. She was tall, like Stacy, and large, not fat, but healthy and big boned you might say, with some real muscles evident beneath her ebony skin. Lucy was very attractive and very black and I almost smiled as I imagined what Denise would have thought of that.

"Chin up, slut." Stacy commanded me as she fixed the leather dog collar around my delicate throat.

"Thank you, Mistress." I breathed and risked looking into Stacy's beautiful dark eyes for just a moment.

"She's pretty." The black woman decided and she stepped a little closer. "Wet too."

I gasped as Lucy reached out to finger my pussy, shoving her hand rudely between my thighs and pushing her middle finger inside me quickly. I was wet already and my cunt clasped around her digit as she wriggled it for a moment, sending a little shiver up my spine.

"That's why I named her slut." Stacy laughed lightly. "It took me about an hour to get her on her knees."

"That long?" Lucy giggled and she had a deep, husky laugh.

I blushed slightly and my knees weakened a little as the woman fingered me, both of them standing in the open doorway and talking like I wasn't even there. Lucy pulled her finger free of me a few seconds later, her dark skin gleaming with my juices and she held it in front of my face. I opened my mouth quickly, wrapping my lips around it and then my tongue, washing her finger clean as if it were a long thin cock.

"Good girl." Lucy smiled.

"Get your clothes, slut. My friend Lucy is up here for a little visit and I promised her a good time this weekend." Stacy was walking away, Lucy following close behind as I quickly gathered my clothing.

"I might have to stay longer with a little white bitch like that for entertainment." Lucy said.

"Heh...You can't tell me you don't have a little stable of your own." Stacy laughed and they were sitting down in the living room while I pushed the front door closed behind me.

"A kennel, Stace." Lucy grinned. "I have a few puppies, a couple bitches for breeding, you know."

"Mmmm...I bet you do." Stacy and Lucy were having drinks, wine it looked like and I hurried to the master bedroom, there were two, and put my clothes away neatly before returning to them.

"...surprised you haven't bred this bitch yet." Lucy was saying as she watched me walk into the room, hands behind my back and my head down.

"We're trying." Stacy told her friend. "She put up a little fight at first, but that was just for show, wasn't it slut?"

"Yes Mistress." I nodded quickly. "Just for show. I love breeding."

Mistress Stacy didn't play a lot of dramatic BDSM games. It was enough that I call her Mistress and keep my submissive posture; that I wear a collar and do whatever she told me to do. We didn't need a lot of crawling around or fancy window dressing to demonstrate the fact that she was my Mistress and I was her obedient slave. So it was a small surprise to see her dressed as she was, looking very much like I might have imagined a real Mistress would.

My Mistress was beautiful always, but sitting there in a red corset, made of buttery soft leather and trimmed with black lace, she looked amazing. It was pulled tight around her body, thrusting her large firm tits up so the tops of her dark nipples were exposed, and it covered Stacy down to her waist and the beginning of her taut belly. Stacy's stomach was bare and around her hips she wore a red leather thong. A pair of thigh high black stockings and leather shoes with two inch heels braced her feet. It was much more than she normally wore when I was with her and I thought the effect was stunning.

Stacy's skin was alabaster white and her hair raven black and wavy, very full and loose around her face. She had high cheeks and a strong jaw and chin. She looked dominant and possessed a certain charisma that made girls like me seriously weak for some reason. And her eyes...They were a very dark shade of blue, but unless you saw them in bright sunlight, you'd never know. They just looked black as she sat there drinking her wine. Was it any wonder I was in love with the woman? That's what it was and I could deny it when I was alone, but standing before her, naked like I was? I was in love and we both knew it.

Mistress Lucy, as I was to call her, was physically as beautiful as Stacy, but different in that her skin was black and her eyes soft brown, almost amber it seemed, and warm. She had full lips, and a short wide nose to go with her oval face and long kinky black hair. She had large breasts as well, impossibly firm and her body was muscular, as I said. She possessed a well defined look that seemed incredibly sexy to me, especially as she wore just a short black skirt and a black lace bra over her tits. I could see her washboard abs and the sinews in her shoulders and thighs, flexing beneath her skin as she crossed her long legs. Both of those women were over six feet tall easily and I felt very small and weak by comparison.

"Maybe I should breed a black baby in her." Stacy mused and they were both staring at me and so I was flushing pink and my pussy was dripping down my thighs now. Just standing there was making me incredibly hot inside and out.

"Breed a nigger in her belly?" Lucy sipped her wine. "Would she like that?"

"I don't know." Stacy shrugged. "How about it, slut? You want a black baby growing in your soft little tummy?"

"Mistress...I..." I swallowed hard and cleared my throat.

"That doesn't sound like a yes or a no." Lucy laughed. "Your slut needs a little work."

"She's new." Stacy shrugged. "I've only had her a little more than a month. Answer the question, slut. Do you want a black bastard, or not?"

"Y-Yes Mistress." I whispered, afraid to tell her I was already pregnant with a baby I knew to be white.

"Is she ovulating?" Lucy wondered. "I have a little database back at home; Dani keeps it for me. Remember him?"

"Daniel?" Stacy gave a little gasp. "I thought he was getting married to that Jewish girl."

"He thought he was too!" Lucy laughed. "Until I got a hold of him a week before the wedding."

"No!" Stacy laughed. "Really?"

"Yeah, I swear." Lucy nodded. "I was the stripper at his bachelor party. I had that boy eating candy from my ass in front of his friends."

"You're so full of it!" Stacy shook her head. "Isn't she, slut? Mistress Lucy is full of shit, don't you think?"

I blinked at that, knowing any answer would be the wrong one, but disagreeing with my Mistress Stacy was unthinkable and the lesser of two evils, I hoped.

"Oh, you play dirty." Lucy grinned, clucking her tongue playfully.

"Yes, Mistress." I whispered. "Mistress Lucy is...Full of shit."

"Did she just say I was full of shit?" Lucy sounded suitably shocked.

"I'm afraid so." Stacy said sadly. "I guess I haven't trained her as well as I thought."

"I think you should do something about that." Lucy shook her head. "I've never been so insulted in my life."

"Maybe I could have her clean your asshole, I mean if she's so sure you're full of shit..." Stacy gestured with her hand.

"Hmmm...Good idea, I'm afraid I'm not full of shit," Lucy grinned at her friend, "but I never say no to a good rim job."

"Get over here, slut. Down on your knees..." Stacy commanded me as Lucy stood up, lifting her skirt and turning around.

The black woman was wearing a silver thong of her own and she knelt on the sofa, presenting her firm black ass to me as I took my position behind her. She smiled over her shoulder as she pulled her thong to the side, inviting me to rim her asshole while my Mistress watched.

I brought my hands to Lucy's black ass tentatively and when neither of the women stopped me, I grabbed her smooth cheeks in my white fingers, spreading Lucy's ass wide so I could see her dark and tightly puckered anus. It was warm and musky, with small black hairs curling around it. I could smell her ass and it wasn't unpleasant, if anything it made my mouth water to taste her beautiful black body. I kissed it first and then worked my tongue against it the best I knew how, imagining I was eating a pussy and savoring the sweaty acrid flavor of the woman's asshole.

"Oh, this slut has talent." Lucy chuckled.

"Shhh...You'll spoil her." Stacy laughed. "Slut's barely adequate, remember, or do you want me spoiling your bitches next time I come down to Florida?"

"Yeah...Barely...Mmmm...That's it, slut, get your tongue inside my nigger ass. Lick it from the inside out. I know all you white bitches love that shit!" Lucy taunted me.

I licked around her anus eagerly and worked to pry my stiff wet tongue inside her rectum, sucking at my own saliva as it gathered on her black skin and swallowing it quickly. I massaged her ass with my hands, squeezing those smooth buttocks and enjoying how every part of this woman was firm and muscular, even her ass it seemed. I moaned softly as the tip of my tongue found purchase and I worked to exploit it, digging at her asshole until I could get a real taste of her, my mouth muscle slipping a fraction deeper as Lucy began to relax.

"All my puppies love ass." Lucy told her friend. "It really is the best way to train them at first."

"Don't I know it." Stacy agreed. "That and a little friendly rape never hurt, did it slut?"

"Mmmphhh...No Mistress." I said softly, licking my lips and taking a breath before going back to suck the black woman's ass some more.

"Rape?" Lucy asked.

"That's what slut likes to call it, but she was just playing hard to get. She had a thing about condoms." I could hear Stacy's shrug. "Some sort of fetish for birth control. I had to wean her off of that."

"Ahhh..." Lucy laughed. "...Use your fingers, slut. Go ahead, my ass won't bite."

I moaned my agreement and brought a finger to her asshole, pressing inward slowly while I licked around that penetration. Lucy was hot inside and soon wet as well. I worked my spit inside her, finger fucking the woman's ass for a moment and then sucking my finger clean before doing it again. She was opening for me now and I was able to shove my tongue inside her finally, replacing it with two slippery fingers so I could widen her deep puckered hole even further.

"So, she could be pregnant now, huh?" Lucy wondered.

"Maybe," Stacy replied, "I haven't seen her in a week. Did you get your period, slut?"

"Mmmm...No...Mistress..." I breathed, licking my lips and daring to glance at her.

"How late are you?" Stacy wanted to know. "Are you pregnant?"

"I...I'm...yes, Mistress." I nodded.

"Already bred!" Lucy laughed. "The story of my life."

"And when were you going to tell me about that?" Stacy wanted to know.

"Mistress, I...I'm sorry...I..." I closed my eyes and looked down.

"Shut-up and get back to that ass." Stacy waved at me. "And stand up...Bend over and spread your legs..."

My Mistress was getting up now, intent on punishing me for not telling her as soon as I found out that I was pregnant. I should have told her several days before, as soon as I'd tested myself, but I hadn't. I'd waited and now she was going to punish me, I hoped. It made my heart beat even faster and I could feel my clit thrumming with excited anticipation. Stacy didn't spank my ass, when I was bad. She fucked it.

"That's it, slut...Get your face in there, you're already pregnant, so let's have some of your ass too, huh?" Stacy was moving behind me and I knew what she was planning on doing and I tried to tell myself to relax.

"Mmmm...That's it, slut, don't worry, you don't have to see it..." Lucy reached back, grabbing a fistful of my blonde hair and pulling my mouth hard between her cheeks.

Mistress Stacy was pulling her thong aside, freeing her thick white shemale cock and I could feel it as she slapped it on my ass, heavy and hot and growing larger against my skin. She pushed with her hips, letting her fat cock ride the crevice of my ass, back and forth until it was completely stiff with the woman's arousal. She had a large cock, much bigger than Brandon's, or almost any guy I'd been with, a solid eight or nine inches at least and so thick my fingers would barely go around it.

"Let's get it wet first, slut." Stacy breathed.

She was rubbing her cockhead over my sex now, splitting my swollen labia with the smooth pink head and looking for the entrance to my already impregnated womb. It was Stacy's baby I was carrying and she'd taken me hard that first time I'd come to her apartment. I'd expected lesbian sex and wound up on my back, with my legs over her shoulders while she fucked her raw cock into my cunt.

I'd protested and tried to push her off, not expecting her to have a cock at all in the first place, and very much not wanting a baby in the second. I'd cried and begged and finally just taken her inside, trying to refute the pleasure and succeeding only in making it better when I finally surrendered completely. Stacy had made me cum around her thick cock, as if she knew all along that I was just dying for someone to take me that way. Stacy forced me to have unprotected sex and by the end of it I was her willing slave. She'd found the key to unlock my secret desires.

Stacy had fucked me numerous times over the next few weeks, three times that first night alone, and she'd looked me in the eyes and told me she was going to knock me up. She was going to breed me and put a baby in my belly and I'd keep it. I'd have her bastard and she'd take care of us both when I delivered it. I was her slut and I'd be breeding a lot, she promised, with her and anyone else she wanted me to.

"Mmmphhh..." I groaned as my Mistress pushed her penis inside my pussy slowly, both of us enjoying the sensation of my tender hole being stretched once more by her shemale cock.

"I think she likes it." Lucy said and she held my face firmly planted to her asshole, pushing and pulling at me, using my hair to move my mouth around as I worked to tongue fuck her black ass.

"I know she does." Stacy agreed. "Fuck she's tight! Like a virgin, I swear!"

"Some puppies are like that." Lucy agreed. "They're worth their weight in gold."

"Fuck." Stacy laughed. "Slut's worth her weight in shit, but I'll keep her anyway. After she has my bastard and I'll find her big black stud to breed with."

"Get her a c-section." Lucy suggested, "Keep that pussy tighter longer."

"Oh yeah, definitely...Ugh!" Stacy slammed her cock the last few inches, knowing she'd bottom out and touch my cervix with the head of her big dick.

Stacy also knew I loved that feeling, how it almost hurt, but felt so good that the discomfort didn't matter. It knocked the air out of my lungs for a second and my whole body seemed to spasm and then I was cumming, just that quickly, my cunt shaking and clamping around Stacy's prick like a fist. I moaned against Lucy's sweaty, spit-covered flesh, my face burning and soaked as I fought for air. I could barely keep my balance as I threatened to collapse beneath the sensations that filled my feverish body.

"Orgasmic little whore, isn't she?" Lucy laughed and Stacy grunted in reply, working her cock back and forth quickly to stir up the juices flooding my hot pussy.

"Once she...Ugh!...Starts, she doesn't want to...Ugh!...Stop, either." Stacy chuckled and then she was teasing me, pulling her cock out of me completely so that I moaned at the sudden emptiness.

"Mind if I try her on for size?" Lucy asked, pushing my head away so that I did in fact lose my balance and fall on my butt.

I looked up to see Mistress Stacy's long thick cock jutting from her feminine body, glistening wet with my cum and her own juices. She'd pulled her thong far over, enough so her smoothly shaved balls hung free, large and heavy in their soft sack. The same balls that had put a baby in my womb and I licked my lips, feeling dizzy and frustrated all at once.

"Be my guest." Stacy was saying. "Slut won't mind taking some big black cock, will you?"

"No." I gasped, turning my head to see Mistress Lucy exposing her own shemale prick, every bit as large as Stacy's and black like the rest of her with a gleaming purplish glans dripping precum.

"Come here, slut...Get that tight little cunt of yours down on this..." Lucy was sitting on the sofa and crooking a finger at me with a happy smile.

I was bent over again, riding Lucy's black cock while she held my hips, and leaning forward so that Stacy could feed me her own turgid penis, flavored now with my recent orgasm. I sucked on it greedily; my lips stretched thin around the shaft as my Mistress held my head in her hands. Lucy's cock filled me as much as Stacy's ever had and I rocked my hips under her direction, grinding my pussy down hard as her cockhead worked itself against the very bottom of my hungry cunt. I was in heaven like that, cumming again and harder this time as I was filled at both ends.

"You like my big girl cock, don't you slut? You wanna be one of my fuck puppies? You wanna come home with me, slut?" Lucy was talking to me and all I could do was moan as I tried to swallow all the spit and precum flooding my overstuffed mouth.

"Don't tease her, Lucy." Stacy laughed. "You know she's not for sale yet."

"Well, when you do put her on the block, you call me first." Lucy said. "This white ho needs some serious black breeding!"

"How about a trade?" Stacy grinned, holding my head and fucking my mouth now with slow short strokes. "Slut for Dani, what do you think?"

"Right now?" Lucy asked with unconcealed interest.

"After she drops her bastard." Stacy told her friend.

"Heh...How about you abort it and I take her for Dani when I go home on Monday." Lucy offered. "I can put that fag's ass on a plane right now, be here in the morning sucking your cock like the world was ending."

"I always liked him." Stacy chuckled.

"I got his old girlfriend too." Lucy said. "That Jewish girl? I bred her myself, she had twin sluts."

"No shit?" Stacy laughed. "She's living with you?"

"Hell no, she's living with a pimp I know in Orlando, doing tourist daddies for chump money." Lucy laughed. "It was a big scandal, that little uptown bitch having nigger babies."

"Get her back, I'll trade slut for the both of them." Stacy said.

"You haven't even seen her." Lucy was lifting her ass off the sofa, pounding my pussy hard now.

"Is she nasty?" Stacy asked.

"She's a nasty fuck, I'll tell you that. She ain't ugly though, she's fine as hell." Lucy promised. "She'll do anything too, believe me, that white cunt is insatiable!"

"So will this one." Stacy pulled her cock out of my mouth and slapped me across the face with it while I panted for air.

"Well, she ain't fine like this slut, yeah." Lucy admitted. "This bitch is gorgeous and that pussy...Jesus, Stace, she's fucking my dick off!"

I was bouncing my ass hard off the black shemale's muscular thighs with a damp and sweaty slapping sound, feeling her fat dick stretch my fuckhole exactly like I needed her to. I was having multiple orgasms, little ones that were driving me insane and all I could do was hold on tight to Mistress Stacy, my hands on her ass, digging my nails into her skin as she teased my mouth with her swollen cock. She was rubbing that long hard piece of girly man meat over my cheeks and nose, leaving a trail of slimy precum everywhere it went and I was licking at it, chasing it with my open mouth and desperate to suck my Mistress off and swallow her creamy load.

=-=-Chapter Four-=-=

Knock...Knock...Knock

"Heather? I know you're in there! Heather!" There was some heavy knocking on the door just about then and I heard Brandon's voice coming from outside the apartment.

"Who the fuck is that?" Stacy stared at me and I was blinking at the door, trying to coax my brain into working.

"She's married?" Lucy chuckled, pulling me down hard on her cock and keeping me there, just in case I had some ideas of getting up or something.

"Heather...I have to talk to you!" Brandon yelled again and I wondered if he really was insane.

Stacy didn't bother answering Lucy, she knew I wasn't married. She didn't bother getting dressed either, Stacy just pulled away from me, letting Mistress Lucy reach for my tits, giving them a hard squeeze to make me moan as she pulled my back to her own heavy breasts. I leaned backwards, spreading my legs outside Lucy's thighs so that I could rub my burning clit while still impaled deeply on that beautiful black cock. Both of us were watching Mistress Stacy as she opened the door.

"Heath...errrr...What the fuck?" Brandon's shocked voice filled the room and I couldn't see his face, but I imagined he was pretty surprised to see a tall, imposing, and utterly sexy shemale standing in front of him with a hard dripping cock.

"Get on your knees, boy!" Stacy said and so far as I knew she didn't know Brandon at all, but she sounded like she did.

SLAP!!!

"I said, get on your fuckin' knees, you little fag!" Mistress Stacy had slapped his face, not too hard probably, she'd never struck me and I knew it wasn't her thing, but it was a good wake-up call for my boyfriend.

"I don't...W-What?" Brandon was always a little slow.

SLAP!!!

"Down! There's only one reason a pretty boy like you comes knocking on my door!" Stacy giggled. "That's it, faggot...Open your mouth...Cocksucker!"

"Gummmpphhhh..." Brandon was on his knees and suddenly choking on Mistress Stacy's long thick cock as she grabbed his head and pushed with her hips.

"That was fast." Lucy giggled and she pinched my tits hard, twisting my nipples so that I squirmed on her dick, rolling my pussy around her fuckpole like the slut I was.

I felt her tongue in my ear and I turned my head, my mouth seeking Lucy's as she lifted her ass, keeping her cockhead deep and close to my cervix. We were kissing then, my mouth open as the beautiful black shemale rammed her tongue into my mouth, fucking me with it. I groaned and rubbed my clitoris frantically, feeling another orgasm coming to steal my senses as I sucked her tongue hard, sliding my lips back and forth along that soft pink muscle.

"Get you clothes off, sissy!" Stacy commanded Brandon. "No, keep sucking, don't stop. Undress while I fuck your face!"

"Mmmm..." I shuddered with pleasure as Lucy moved her hands back to my hips, lifting me now as her orgasm was getting closer and she wanted a real fuck.

The black transsexual was so strong, I loved that about her. Lucy had real muscles and yet somehow she was still so incredibly feminine and sexy. She looked like a fitness model or something and unless you looked closely for her Adam's apple, or got a look at her big black cock, you'd never know she was anything but a woman. It turned me on, all of that, but especially the way she could dominate me so easily. The way both of those shemales could and now Stacy was turning Brandon into her fag cocksucking slave and that idea was another thrill for my over stimulated imagination.

"Crawl, bitch...Over there...Crawl over to your girlfriend and kiss her pussy!" Stacy was practically dragging Brandon by his hair and his face was red and wet with spit and precum now.

"H-Heather..." He gasped as he saw me riding Lucy's black cock hard, lifting my ass until her cock was halfway out and then going back down, over and over with her strong hands holding me tight.

"Come here, muffin!" Lucy grinned at the man. "Suck my balls while I fuck your girlfriend!"

"Hiiiii..." I sighed happily and giggled as I felt lightheaded and silly with pleasure. I was riding that fat cock good and now Brandon was watching me, which made it even better. I was taking Lucy bareback too, something Brandon had never experienced, and the whole scene was crazy sexy.

"You heard her, bitch!" Stacy laughed, pulling and pushing until Brandon was on his knees between Mistress Lucy's long black legs.

"Pretty puppy...Get your mouth where it belongs, boy." Lucy breathed, rolling her own hips to stir all the fuck juices up inside me, spilling some out around her black shaft and my puffy pink labia as they clung to it greedily.

"Do it, Brandon...Oh God! I'm cumming again!" I moaned, shivering as the ecstasy of seeing my sweet Brandon on the floor watching me get fucked was too much.

Mistress Stacy didn't give my boyfriend much of a chance to refuse, she pushed his face between Lucy's thighs, between mine as I straddled her, and I giggled breathlessly as I felt his lips and tongue working at our sloppy union. He was licking us, kissing our fuck and it was incredible. Stacy pushed his head this way and that, telling him to suck up our fuck juices and swallow them down.

"You're going to be my faggot slave now, bitch!" Mistress Stacy told him. "You'll fuck and suck whenever and whoever I tell you to!"

"He's such a...Ugh!...Pretty boy." Lucy grunted as she fucked me. "I'm jealous!"

"Such a pretty ass!" Mistress Stacy agreed. "No lube, such a shame!"

"Oh, God! Mistresssss..." I hissed as I felt Brandon's tongue find my clit, sending fireworks off in my tummy. "...Fuck him!"

She didn't need my encouragement and Mistress Stacy gave me a grin as she got behind Brandon, spreading his ass and bringing her thick shemale fuckpole to his virgin anus. At least I assumed it was virgin, but then again...He'd gone to his knees pretty fast for a straight boy. Cute as Brandon was, especially those beautiful brown eyes of his, I could see where he might have had some cock before. He'd probably been a real pretty boy in high school and I was cumming hard as I imagined my innocent Brandon getting fucked by big sweaty football players in the showers after gym class.

Right then though, Brandon was getting fucked by his new Mistress and Stacy was taking him slowly, trying not to hurt the boy, but he must have been seriously tight. Maybe he was a virgin after all, I thought with a desperate moan and then more kisses from Mistress Lucy who was breathing hard and just seconds away from filling my already impregnated womb with her thick semen.

"Ohhh...Fuck...No! N-Nooooo...Please...Oh!...Ughhhhh..." Brandon lifted his head, gasping and groaning and trying to pull himself away from Stacy's fat cock as it stretched his tender anus and then deeper, forcing its way into his rectum.

"Brandon...Ohhh...Shhhh..." I breathed and giggled and reached for him, grabbing his head and pulling him awkwardly back to the place where Lucy's prick was stretching my greasy pussy lips wide.

"Fuck...I'm cumming!" Mistress Lucy suddenly groaned, lifting her body as if to drive her cock all the way into my tummy and I pulled Brandon's hair harder than I meant to as I clutched him against us.

Stacy was holding the boy tight anyway, pushing him forward as she worked to get all those inches of her swollen cock inside his too small ass, so Brandon wasn't going anywhere anyway. He was taking some real cock now, getting a taste of his new life as Mistress Stacy's faggot bitch. If he wasn't queer already, I had a feeling that he would be before the weekend was over and I was happy for him. I knew exactly what it was like to give in to Mistress Stacy's sexual power.

"Give him some." Stacy told us and Lucy didn't protest as I grabbed her cock by the root, lifting myself enough that I could pull her still hard and now weakly spurting cock free of my cunt.

Lucy just leaned back, catching her breath and trying to relax as I held Brandon's hair in my right fist and guided Lucy's gleaming black cock, stained now with thick milky cum, into my boyfriend's open mouth as he was gasping for air.

"Heatheerrrrmmmphhhh..." His eyes were almost pleading with me and he had some small tears maybe, a little love dew in his eyes, but he wanted it. I could tell and he barely resisted me at all as I fed him Mistress Lucy's cummy girl cock.

"Oh that's sexy!" Lucy sighed happily and I nodded.

"Mmmm...Brandon, suck her cock!" I urged him, "Take more of it; she's still cumming isn't she?"

"Fuck! This fag's ass is tight...And hot! Like an oven in there!" Stacy was giddy with her own pleasure and she gave Brandon's ass a slap as he was filled from both ends with thick shemale cock.

"Hot, greased, and ready for the meat!" Lucy giggled, bringing her hands to play with my tits while I stroked Brandon's flushed cheeks and let him work that dick with his hungry mouth.

"I had no idea he was such a faggot!" I giggled, teasing Brandon. "He asked me to marry him tonight."

"Really?" Lucy pulled my nipples hard, stretching my tits into heavy cones and making me gasp. "Pretty boys are always the romantic ones."

"Well, good for you. A slut like you deserves a cock hungry husband...Ummmm...Nice!" Stacy thrust her rigid prick hard inside Brandon's ass and he'd taken all of it by then, now she was fucking him slowly in and out, letting him get used to the unique sensation of having a hard cock in his faggot ass.

"Where's your ring?" Lucy asked me.

"Oh, no...I told him I couldn't marry him." I giggled, smiling into Brandon's eyes as he looked up at me, his sensual lips stretched wide around the black cock fucking his face.

"What? Why not?" Stacy gave me a little frown. "A slut like you and a bitch like this sissy, it's perfect."

"But Mistress..." I swallowed hard and my heart gave a little stutter. "I thought you and me and...Ummm..." I looked down feeling suddenly embarrassed.

"You thought I was going to marry you?" Stacy laughed and I was burning with humiliation at my stupidity.

"She's a bit of a romantic too, eh?" Lucy turned my head for a kiss. "You're so precious, slut."

"You're my slut, right?" Mistress Stacy asked me and I nodded. "You belong to me. You're my property now, or did you change your mind about that?"

"I belong to you, Mistress." I agreed, afraid to look up at her.

"You can take off that collar, slut." Stacy told me. "Anytime you want."

"I don't want to, Mistress!" I looked up at her then. "I love you!"

"Then love me and stop thinking stupid things. You fuck and suck, that's all." Stacy said, staring into my eyes and I nodded quickly.

"Yes Mistress." I agreed.

"She loves you too, don't worry." Lucy whispered in my ear.

"So, you'll marry this fag and I'll keep you both, husband and wife." Stacy slapped Brandon's ass again. "Hear that, bitch? You're getting married!"

"Congratulations!" Lucy laughed, kissing me again and Brandon lifted his mouth from her semi-hard cock, now washed clean of the sperm and girl cum that had covered it moments before.

"I don't understand...Ow!...Fuck...Who are you...Ugghhhh!...People anyway?" Brandon had a hard time getting the words out in between gasping for air and being fucked hard with Stacy's fat cock in his ass.

"We're the girls your daddy warned you about!" Lucy giggled and I laughed at that.

"This is Mistress Lucy and Mistress Stacy is fucking you, Brandon." I told him and I was rubbing my pussy, feeling the cum that Lucy had put way up inside me starting to trickle out.

"I'm your Mistress now, bitch, and that's your name. Bitch! Understand me?" Stacy slammed her cock into his ass hard, bringing a sharp yelp as Brandon seemed to leap forward, but not very far as Mistress Lucy's cock was right there in front of his face.

"My name is slut." I grinned at the confused look on Brandon's face. "Mistress Stacy is the father...Mother? Of my baby."

"Your baby now, bitch." Stacy told Brandon. "You're going to marry slut and take care of her, that's what you want right?"

"Our baby!" I giggled, staring into Brandon's eyes.

"Suck the cum out of your wife's cunt, bitch. That'll be all the sex you'll get from her, I think." Lucy reached around me for Brandon's head while I scooted my butt down a little, riding her thighs with mine.

"B-But...yeah, I want to...Ohhhh..." Brandon glanced over his shoulder at Stacy. "...Marry her but...I don't..."

"Shut-up." Lucy giggled and pulled his mouth to my cunt so he could dig her sperm out of me with his tongue. "You think too much, faggot."

"He needs a lot of training." Stacy agreed, sawing her prick in and out of his ass easily now.

I suppose bitch was pretty well lubed with Mistress Stacy's precum by then. He seemed to be taking his first ever cock rather easily now, but he'd suffered some real pain at the beginning, I knew, and I felt kind of bad about that. Bitch would learn though, the same way I had and just as fast, probably. I'd fallen in love with Stacy and now I was devoted to her. I'd do anything she wanted me to, even marry Brandon, I didn't care so long as it made her happy. We'd be her slaves for as long as she wanted us and if that meant she was going to trade us to another Mistress like Lucy, or sell us, or breed me with strangers, it just didn't matter. I had no idea how much of what the two shemales had said was true and how much was just playing around for my benefit, but I was sure I'd find out when the time was right.

"Hmmmm...Oh, that feels so good, bitch!" I moaned softly, feeling Brandon's tongue working my pussy nicely.

He's always been pretty good at giving me head, for a guy anyway. Girls were better because they knew exactly what everything felt like, but boys were probably better at sucking cock for that same reason. Still, bitch wasn't bad at it and my well fucked cunt was stretched wide and pink and raw just for him. All that cum Lucy had put up near my cervix was running down my fuckhole now, right into bitch's hungry mouth. He was swallowing it down too, eating Mistress Lucy's sperm like he was born for it. He was going to be a good little sex toy, that was obvious.

"Ahhhh...fuck...I'm gonna cum in your ass, bitch!" Mistress Stacy hadn't been fucking him long when she started cumming, ejaculating deep into my boyfriend's ass. It must have felt pretty good for bitch too, because I noticed for the first time the cute little erection he was sporting between his legs.

Bitch had a nice cock, average sized and pretty, but definitely smaller than Mistress Stacy's. He wasn't going to get much use out of it anymore anyway, probably. A bitch didn't need a cock, just a wet sucking mouth and tight hot asshole for his shemale Mistress to use whenever she wanted. If he came at all it would be if Stacy wanted him to orgasm for her own amusement. She wasn't cruel though, not by any stretch of the imagination. She wouldn't beat him, or humiliate bitch in public, or do anything he wouldn't learn to enjoy eventually. Bitch was already liking it and whatever protests he'd made were just for show, like mine had been, an attempt to sooth our injured pride and silly egos.

"Turn around, bitch...Clean my cock now." Stacy commanded him after she'd filled bitch's rectum with her seed.

"Get down there, slut." Lucy was pushing me away from her gently. "Make your new husband's asshole feel good. He looks a little sore."

"Yes Mistress." I nodded eagerly, and soon found myself kneeling behind bitch with my tongue worming its way into his well fucked and gaping asshole, sucking at the dirty sperm inside.

"Good girl, slut." Mistress Stacy smiled at me. "Bitch deserves a reward, he took my cock so nice, didn't you bitch? Such a sweet ass and you fuck so good for a first timer!"

"Mmmphhh..." Bitch made muffled sounds of agreement as he washed his own ass off the softening shemale cock in his mouth.

I worked bitch's ass the best I knew how, spreading his firm pale cheeks with my hands and licking and kissing his stretched anus. He was full of rich salty sperm and it tasted differently, as it had to I suppose, coming fresh out of bitch's asshole like it did. I savored the taste, finding it rather pleasant and I know bitch was enjoying my efforts. He was moaning around the prick in his mouth and wriggling his sexy ass against my face. His cock was throbbing; I could catch glimpses of it as I lifted my mouth for a drink of cool air every now and again. Precum was dripping onto the carpet and I wished our Mistress would let me give him a little suck, just to give the bitch some relief. I couldn't ask though and it wasn't my place to suggest such a thing.

"My balls too, faggot." Stacy told him. "Get all that fuck juice cleaned off of me."

"Now I really am jealous." Lucy sighed and she was sipping her wine, looking happily relaxed as she leaned back on the sofa, her long black legs crossed with her big flaccid cock lying across the top of one thigh.

"Keep working bitch's asshole, slut." Stacy told me, catching me looking over my shoulder at Mistress Lucy and I dipped my head, blushing and quickly going back to fuck bitch's ass with my stiff tongue.

"I need a pet of my own, a souvenir to take home with me on Monday." Lucy pouted playfully.

"Oh, I'm sure we can find something for you." Stacy giggled. "The university is full of sluts and bitches."

"Hmmm..." Lucy seemed to consider that.

"That's enough, bitch." Stacy pushed my boyfriend's mouth off her cock. "Give your wife some love now, give her some kissy face."

"Kissy face!" Lucy laughed.

"Yes...Uh, Mistress." Bitch replied slowly, as if trying the words on for size.

"Ohhhh, someone is learning!" Stacy smiled and stroked bitch's cheek. "Good little bitch. Kiss her now. Go on and make it sloppy, she likes that."

=-=-Chapter Five-=-=

Bitch and I were kneeling on the floor and he took me in his arms, smiling and at last finding something he was truly comfortable with as I put my hands on his shoulders. He kissed me softly and then harder as I responded eagerly, not just for him, but for our Mistress as well. His mouth, fresh from cleaning Stacy's cock, met my own, just finished with sucking the sperm from his tender asshole. We kissed sloppy and wet like Stacy wanted, our tongue writhing against each other, over and under and around while we moaned with pleasure. I could feel my hard nipples rubbing his hot skin as he held me tightly and bitch's firm cock was jutting against my tummy, the moist head and shaft trapped between us, rubbing back and forth as he had no choice but to move. Bitch was desperate to cum and I wasn't going to stop him.

"Maybe slut knows someone who might want a black Mistress?" Lucy said conversationally. "I'm sure a slut like her knows some real cock whores."

"They do flock together, don't they?" Stacy giggled, sitting beside her friend and having her own wine while they watched bitch and me make out.

"Birds of a feather." Lucy agreed. "I want a little white whore, I think. A female I can breed with my nigger cock."

"Yeah...Hmmm..." Stacy seemed to think about it. "...Who was that girl I met before, slut? Last month, the one that looked like she was twelve?"

"Twelve?" Lucy giggled.

"A redhead." Stacy agreed. "Real small, petite with no tits and a hot little ass, hmmm...She'd make you good whore."

"Sounds promising." Lucy said. "Who is she, slut?"

I pulled my mouth away from bitch, sucking air into my lungs and licking my bruised lips. I was sticky now and damp all over and my heart was racing. It had been nice making out like that and bitch was a great kisser, he always had been. I could feel my juices flowing again, spilling out of my cunt to run wetly down my thighs and his cock was bobbing up and down with a life all its own. Bitch was going to cum soon and he stayed close enough so he could keep stroking my soft tummy with it while I answered.

"Denise...Mistress..." I breathed. "...My roommate at the dorm."

"Denise?" Stacy smiled. "Yeah, that was her name. Do you think she'd like Mistress Lucy?"

"Everyone likes me." Lucy chuckled.

"I don't..." I made a little face, lowering my eyes.

"What is it?" Stacy asked and I had no choice but to answer.

"Denise..." I licked my lips. "...She doesn't like um, black people."

"She's a racist?" Lucy asked and I nodded. "A real one?"

"I..." I shrugged. "...I guess so, Mistress. She calls them, uh...Niggers. Sometimes."

"She does?" Stacy laughed.

"So do I!" Mistress Lucy giggled. "She sounds perfect. I want to meet her."

"You do?" I stared at the woman for a moment before remembering my place and lowering my eyes.

"Oh yeah, a little klan whore? What's not to love?" Lucy laughed. "The only sheet she'll be wearing is the one from my bed after I fuck her on it."

"I don't know, Mistress...Denise is kind of..." I swallowed hard and I couldn't imagine my roommate ever wanting to have anything to do with Lucy.

"She's a whore, right?" Stacy asked. "A piece of fuckmeat for anyone who wants her?"

"Uh..." I glanced at bitch and he was watching us as we spoke, his eyes darting back and forth and he wasn't going to offer any opinion on this subject.

"Well?" Lucy prompted me impatiently. "Does she fuck or is she a virgin?"

"She fucks, Mistress." I said quickly. "She fucks a lot."

"Then she'll fuck me too." Lucy grinned.

"Bring her over tomorrow, slut." Mistress Stacy told me. "Invite her for lunch, don't let her refuse, understand me?"

"Yes Mistress." I blinked and spoke slowly. "You won't...You're not going to...Rape her or anything..."

"Rape her?" Mistress Stacy frowned. "Did I rape you?"

"No, Mistress." I had to admit that she hadn't, the shemale had only convinced me to let her fuck me bareback and even that hadn't been entirely against my own desires at the time. I'd just wanted it to be.

"Did I rape you, bitch?" Stacy asked my boyfriend.

"Ummm..." Bitch looked at me for a second and then dropped his eyes and blushed. "No Mistress...I liked it."

"I've never raped anyone, see?" Stacy smiled. "Lucy and I, we just show people..."

"...What they're missing." Lucy finished for her friend with a laugh. "Don't worry, if the whore doesn't want it, then no means no."

"...But if she says maybe..." Stacy grinned.

"Then she's fucked!" Lucy nodded. "I'll give Denise a little baby nigger all her own to love."

"Affirmative action." Stacy nodded. "We all have to do our part."

"Heh!" Lucy rolled her eyes. "I just wanna fuck her, she can be prejudiced all she wants. I like my whores feisty."

"Alright, enough fooling around." Stacy clapped her hands. "You two, get your asses in the kitchen. Rattle those pots and pans...And no fucking! Don't you cum, bitch!"

"Yes Mistress." Bitch and I nodded and agreed together. I always did the cooking and the cleaning and whatever else Mistress Stacy wanted me to do when I was with her.

"What are we doing?" Bitch asked me as soon as we were in Stacy's smallish kitchen. He was walking pretty gingerly, but my boyfriend didn't seem like he was in too much pain from his first ass fuck.

"Making dinner." I smiled at him and opened the refrigerator. "Let's see what we have...Hmmm..."

"Heather, I'm..." Bitch dropped his voice. "...I'm serious. That girl...Guy...They just..."

"Ass fucked you?" I rolled my eyes and reached for he veggie drawer. "Let's make a salad; she's got all kinds of stuff here!"

"I'm not gay, Heather." He said and I turned around, handing him some lettuce, tomatoes, radishes, some onions and cucumbers...

"Don't play with the cucumbers, bitch." I giggled. "Those are for eating."

"What?" Heather! Don't call me that." He was getting exasperated. "What's wrong with you?"

"Me?" I grabbed some other stuff, not too sure what all of it was, but it was green, mostly. "Nothing's wrong with me, what's wrong with you? Don't you like Mistress Stacy?"

"Yeah, I guess, I don't know..." He blinked at me, almost dropping the vegetables he was still holding. "...She slapped me."

"Did it hurt? Put all that by the sink, we have to wash it first." I told him. "And look around for a colander or something."

"No, it didn't, but...She made me...Heather, she made me suck her dick! His dick, um...Whatever."

"And so did Mistress Lucy, isn't she awesome?" I grinned at him. "You're so cool, bitch! I do love you, I take back all that stuff I said before!"

I put down the vegetables I was holding and gave him a hug, going tip toe so I could kiss him as he dropped a couple onions on the floor.

"Y-You do?" Bitch actually smiled after our little kiss and I grabbed his cock, which was still hard as a rock and I gave it a little squeeze. "Oh...Don't do that!"

"Shhh...She won't know." I giggled and I was massaging bitch's cock slowly, looking into his soft brown eyes. "I can't believe she made you her bitch, bitch!"

"I'm not..." Bitch swallowed hard. "...Am I queer?"

"Yep." I nodded and then laughed at the look on his face. "You're a queer sissy cocksucker who takes huge shemale cocks up his ass."

"Heather." He pouted.

"What?" I let go of his dick because I really wasn't supposed to be touching him like that. "What do you expect me to say? No, you're not gay? Come on, bitch, she fucked you and you loved it, just admit it."

"It hurt." He frowned. "It hurt a lot."

"I know, baby." I frowned too. "It gets better though, believe me. After awhile it really starts to feel good. Now wash those vegetables for me, okay?"

"Why are you acting like this?" Bitch asked me a couple minutes later, while I tore the lettuce up with my hands. "Why am I acting like this?"

I laughed at him. "Cause it's fun. It's nice and the sex is great and I like having someone in charge, you know? Every guy I went out with was like you."

"Like me?" Bitch looked at me.

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Nice and sweet and cute, but you never tried to fuck me without a condom..."

"I didn't know I was supposed to."

"...You never held me down and told me you were going to fuck my ass just because you wanted to..."

"You would have killed me."

"You never told me to bring one of my friends over so you could let one of your friends fuck her..."

"Why would you do that to a friend?"

"...You never named me slut, or called me a whore, or anything like that, bitch." I sighed. "A girl needs that stuff sometimes."

"Not any girl I ever met, Heather."

"Well, I do," I told him, "and so do you, right? You like being called bitch and when Mistress Stacy put you on your knees, how come you didn't stop her, or leave or anything like that?"

"Cause I wanted to see you."

"Yeah!" I grinned at that. "And how did you know where to find me anyway?"

"Uh...I followed you." Bitch swallowed hard and gave me a sheepish smile.

"Followed me? You were calling me when I left."

"Yeah, but I was downstairs, outside in case..." He cleared his throat. "Denise told me you were going to see someone and I figured it was the guy, you know, so..."

"So, what?" I giggled. "You were coming to rescue me? To beat up the guy who stole me away or something?"

"Something." Bitch shrugged. "I don't know. I wanted to see him, just...I wanted to know why him and not me."

"Poor, bitch." I sighed and leaned close, rubbing my cheek against his bare arm as I was crying from chopping the onions.

"So, it turns out the guy is a girl...Or something, and now, I don't know. We're slaves? Is that the deal?" Bitch looked down at me. "This is so weird, Heather. I'm not like this."

"We're slaves." I nodded, "For as long as we want to be anyway. You can leave right now if you want, Mistress Stacy won't make you stay."

"But you won't leave, will you?" He asked.

"No, I won't leave." I shook my head. "This is what I always wanted and never even knew it. Don't you feel like that?"

"I don't know." Bitch said and he thought he saw something in my face maybe. "I mean it, I just don't know. I liked it, I guess, I mean...Yeah, okay, I liked it. But I never did that before. I never wanted to, Heather."

"Do you still want to marry me?" I asked him.

"Well, yeah, but not if you're forced into it." He smiled. "How's that gonna work?"

"It'll work fine and I'm not being forced into anything, but only if you like what we're doing here." I told him seriously. "This is the kind of life I want and I want a husband who's...Like you!"

"Like me?" Bitch grinned.

"Yeah, if I'm Mistress Stacy's slut and you're her bitch, it's perfect. I want to marry you and we can do it together, but if you don't, then..." I shrugged, "...I guess not."

"That's like so totally not the definition of love and marriage that I grew up with." Bitch laughed. "These people, Mistress Stacy, the other one, they're not normal. We're not normal if we do this."

"What's normal?" I made a face at him. "It's weird, yeah, and I have no idea what's going on, but normal? I can't imagine normal after stuff like this. I don't want to."

"But how will we live, how will we eat and pay the bills, and..." Bitch was trying to be practical and that wasn't gonna work.

"I dunno." I laughed. "Maybe Mistress Stacy will turn us into whores or something."

"That's not funny." Bitch bit his bottom lip. "Where does she get her money?"

"Ask her." I shrugged. "If you make her mad she doesn't whip you or anything, she just fucks you in the ass...Well, you're a sissy fag though, so maybe she'll do something else to you."

"Something else?" Bitch's brown eyes got a little bigger. "I'd just feel better if I knew who she was and what was going on, that's all I'm saying. Sex is...Sex, but marriage and all that...Being sex slaves?"

We were both laughing cause it did sound kind of funny.

"Here, we need some secret ingredient for the dressing." I wiggled my eyebrows about fifteen minutes later.

"What? Oh...God!" Bitch gasped as I went to my knees in front of him, taking his aching cock into my mouth and determined to let the poor boy cum.

He'd been rubbing himself on me, on the counters, on the refrigerator, anything that would stand still for more than ten seconds, just because he needed an orgasm desperately. I might get in trouble, but that was okay. I'd washed my asshole good back at the dorm and it was itching for a real fuck. Besides, how much trouble could I get into? Mistress Stacy wanted a tasty dinner, didn't she? You couldn't serve up a salad without some hot, creamy, salty sperm mixed in with the salad dressing! I wasn't having sex with bitch, we were cooking!

"Heather...Ummm...That's...I'm gonna cum..." Now bitch was on his tip-toes, arching his back and that hadn't taken long at all.

I was sucking his cock easily, taking all of it into my mouth and swallowing around it so the head could slip into my throat. After sucking Mistress Stacy's fat cock, bitch was no problem at all. I was tonguing him nice too, tickling the underside and even pushing my tongue out a little, over my bottom lip enough so that I could lick his balls with the tip when he was all the way inside me. That had to feel good and I was just really starting to get into it when he warned me that he was going to orgasm.

I had a glass measuring cup right there on the floor next to me and I grabbed it quickly, pulling my mouth free of bitch's cock and just in time too as he started shooting hard into the cup. I held it just beneath his cock, aiming his pulsing prick while I stroked him with my hand, my fingers sliding wetly back and forth as his cock was well covered with spit and precum by then. Bitch gave us a pretty fair load too, although I'm always surprised that boys shoot less than they seem to when they're actually in your mouth. Ever notice that? Sometimes it seems like a guy is squirting a gallon of spunk in my mouth, but in reality it's not that much at all. Weird.

At least we'd have some real zesty stuff to mix in with the ranch dressing that Mistress Stacy had in her fridge. I cleaned bitch's cock real quick with my mouth, enjoying the flavor of my boyfriend like I always did, and then went to work pouring the contents of the bowl into the bottle.

"There...One eighth cup secret ingredient. A little more maybe. That's a lot for a boy, I think." I giggled and bitch was staring at me as I closed the top and shook all that stuff up, making my tits bounce up and down for him.

"Is it? You think it'll taste okay?" Bitch asked and I wrinkled my nose at him.

"It'll taste great! I love your sperm. You better get your dick hard again, or Mistress Stacy will know something's up!" I told him seriously and then laughed. "Or not up, I mean!"

"Uh, yeah." Bitch grinned at me and shrugged. "I don't think that'll be a problem."

I followed his eyes and bitch's dick was already hard again, but not quite so swollen as before, it didn't look like. Hopefully Mistress Stacy wouldn't notice until after she tasted our special salad dressing. I didn't want to ruin the surprise!

"Mmmm...Nice salad, slut." Lucy smiled at me and I smiled back, looking down and feeling happy with myself.

We were all sitting at the table and I think it surprised bitch a little bit and perhaps he imagined Mistress Stacy would make us eat off the floor or something equally silly. The fact was that other than being expected to fuck, suck, cook, and clean at her whim, we were otherwise just regular parts of her household while we were there. We could walk around, talk relatively freely, although we had to show respect for her and Mistress Lucy obviously, and do whatever we needed to do. If I needed to use the bathroom, I used it, if I wanted a glass of water, I got one. Slave was probably the wrong word for bitch and I, at least in some respects, calling us her devotees was much closer to the truth of it.

"Thank you, Mistress Lucy." I said with a sidelong look at my boyfriend. "Slut helped with the dressing."

"I'll bet he did." Mistress Stacy gave me a little look, but she was smiling anyway.

"Mistress, may I ask you..." Bitch started and I knew he had a lot of questions, all the ones I should have had but didn't, for one reason or another.

"Hmmm, slut?" Mistress Stacy looked at him, pulling some long black hair from her eyes.

"If Heather...I mean slut..." He cleared his throat, "...and I get married and we're your, um, slaves? Are we still going to college and all that? Or..."

"Do you want to go to college?" Mistress Stacy asked him.

"Well, yeah." He shrugged. "I'm going to law school and..."

"So? Keep going. We're here to have fun, it's just an alternative lifestyle, bitch." Stacy said, taking another bite of her salad.

"Like the world needs more lawyers?" Mistress Lucy grinned.

"More lawyer jokes maybe." I laughed, and we were teasing bitch playfully.

"Thanks." He shook his head at me. "Slut."

"Bitch." I stuck out my tongue and giggled.

"What do you do, Mistress?" Bitch asked Stacy. "I mean do you work or go to school, or something?"

"I'm a dental assistant." Stacy said and I think bitch and I were both giving her funny looks at that news. "No, really. I work at APD."

"APD?" Lucy looked at her friend.

"Addison Pediatric Dentistry." Mistress Stacy nodded. "I'm really good with kids, so...I work there."

"A dental assistant?" Bitch smiled, "Wow...Okay, I...Wouldn't have guessed that."

"I wanted to be a teacher." Mistress Lucy told us, "But they're a little funny about transsexuals teaching kindergarten for some reason."

"So what do you do then, Mistress?" I asked Lucy.

"I'm a case officer for Gulf Health Associates, it's the largest HMO in Florida." Lucy nodded. "Mostly I just try and figure out if someone's covered by their medical insurance or not."

"Case officer?" Stacy smiled. "That sounds important."

"Yeah, right." Lucy grinned. "It pays good, but it sucks. Customers hate me when I deny them, management hates me when I approve a big claim...I can't win."

"So you're not like...Pimps or, uh, madams or something." Bitch was trying to understand that the two shemale Dommes sitting in front of us were probably pretty normal usually.

"Pimps?" Mistress Stacy laughed and then looked at Lucy. "No, but we do know some people..."

"Unsavory people." Mistress Lucy agreed with a nod. "Why? Do you want to be a whore, bitch?"

"Me?" He laughed and even turned a little red. "I want to be a lawyer, is there a difference?"

"Ohhhh...Check you out!" I giggled and we were all laughing at that.

"A good whore makes as much as a good lawyer." Mistress Stacy said a moment later, while I refilled her wine glass.

"More." Lucy agreed. "That Jewish girl, Stephanie, I bet she pulls down five or six hundred a night, easy, and she doesn't even have a cock."

"But she has to pay her pimp." Stacy shrugged.

"Well, yeah." Lucy nodded, "But that still leaves her with, I dunno, a couple hundred anyway. She's an escort, you know, so it's sort of legitimate."

"Legitimate?" I wondered at that.

"Florida has more tourists than any place else in the country." Lucy told us. "And all those daddy's want a piece of ass, believe me. Every other year they're trying to legalize prostitution in one way or another, as it is the escort services make out and nobody pushes them."

"How do you know so much about it?" Bitch asked her.

"You mean besides training sex puppies for my pimp friends?" Mistress Lucy laughed and I giggled.

"Yeah, besides that." Bitch smiled.

"I worked it for a couple years." Lucy said. "It paid my way through college and trannies make a lot more than regular bitches, believe me. My dance card was always full"

"That's how we met." Mistress Stacy smiled.

"You paid for her?" Bitch grinned and Stacy laughed at him.

"What? No, don't be silly, bitch! I was working for the same agency." Stacy said. "The weather was good, the hours were great, and the tips..."

"The tips are the kicker, yeah." Lucy agreed. "Old guys living a fantasy, they've been saving their whole lives just to spoil a chick with a dick."

"You'd look good in a dress." Mistress Stacy pointed her fork at bitch.

"Me?" He blinked at her.

"Oh, hell yeah!" Lucy grinned. "You'd be a fine ass little ho!"

"I...I've never wanted to be a girl." Bitch was shaking his head.

"You never wanted to suck a cock before either, right?" I smiled at him. "You should try it, bitch! That would be so sexy!"

"You have the body for it, just a little work, some diet and exercise...I know a good doctor, get you on female hormones." Mistress Stacy was nodding her head.

"Get yourself some nice 36D tits!" Lucy giggled. "You'd have the boys lined up, bitch."

"He does anyway, I bet." Stacy grinned and I was just giggling, but I couldn't eat.

My stomach was on the edge of acting up and I was really dreading another round of morning sickness. It was fun though, seeing bitch blushing like he was and accepting compliments about how beautiful he'd be as a girl, or a transvestite at least. Stacy and Lucy seemed pretty sure that he'd be seriously sexy all dressed up and if anyone would know, it would be two shemales who'd spent most of their lives trying to be women, or adult lives anyway.

"I'm going to take you shopping, bitch." Mistress Stacy promised him. "Sunday, we'll go to the mall and get your wardrobe started, okay?"

"Uh...Okay, yes Mistress." Bitch answered, but he looked a little confused as he wondered how he'd suddenly agreed to start cross-dressing.

"Are you okay, slut?" Lucy asked, leaning across the table and she could tell I was feeling a little bad. I was probably a little pale then.

"I get morning sickness sometimes." I frowned. "It comes and goes."

"Hmmm..." Mistress Stacy frowned at that, reaching to stroke my face. "...Why don't you go in the spare bedroom and lie down, Lucy and I can spend the night in the other bedroom."

"With bitch." Lucy smiled, giving my boyfriend an unmistakable leer.

"Yeah, with bitch. We'll start his training." Stacy giggled and she was getting up. "Come on, I'll help you get comfortable."

"I'll be okay." I protested, but Stacy wouldn't take no for an answer, telling me that when I was sure I was okay I could join them in the master bedroom.

"Clean up in here, bitch, and then take a shower." Stacy told him. "Make sure you wash everywhere too."

"Don't worry." Mistress Lucy smiled. "I'll help him."

"Yes Mistress." Bitch licked his lips and then looked at me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I told him. "I just need to lie down, but...Don't lock the bathroom door, okay? I might need it in a hurry."

"We'll leave it wide open." Lucy promised me. "We don't have anything to hide, do we bitch?"

"Uh, no Mistress." My boyfriend smiled and his cock was jutting straight out as he stood up, so obviously all that talk at the table hadn't turned him off in the least. I was glad of that.

"I love you, bitch." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and even gave his cock a little squeeze, rubbing my thumb lightly over the smooth crown.

"I love you too, slut." Bitch smiled at me.

"It makes me want to cry." Mistress Lucy giggled.

"Let's go lie down now, I'll tell you a bedtime story." Stacy rolled her eyes.

"Oh, goody!" I grinned and tried not to think about what my stomach was feeling. "I hope it has a happy ending, Mistress."

"Don't worry, all my fairy tales have happy endings." Mistress Stacy promised me, holding my hand as we walked towards the bedroom. "Now once upon a time there were two little slaves, named slut and bitch, and they were very, very bad..."

"They were?" I gasped.

"Uh-huh." Mistress Stacy said. "See, slut just couldn't keep her hot little mouth off bitch's cock, even though she knew bitch wasn't supposed to cum!"

"Oh." I made a little face and Stacy shook her head and smiled.

=-=-Chapter Six-=-=

I woke up sometime later and I was feeling better, even a little hungry actually, and I wanted a shower and I needed to pee and...I cocked my head as I heard the unmistakable sounds of Mistress Stacy's bed moving. She had a large one, king sized, with old springs or something because it definitely squeaked and creaked when people fucked on it. I smiled to myself, sitting up and stretching and wondering what time it was.

All the doors were wide open, as Mistress Lucy had promised, and most of the apartment was dark, so it must have been late. The only light came from the master bedroom and I peeked my head inside to see bitch on his back, his legs high and bent over Mistress Lucy's black shoulders as she fucked him missionary, getting her long thick cock deep with every slow stroke into my boyfriend's asshole. She was beautiful like that, they both were, and bitch looked like a girl beneath Lucy's big strong body. Her skin glistened with sweat and I could see her muscles flexing as she moved, thrusting with her hips so that the tendons in the back of her thighs tightened and her tight round ass clenched hard with the effort.

Mistress Stacy was there as well and she must have been feeding bitch her cock, although I couldn't tell really, but for the odd wet slurping sounds a sucking mouth makes around a big penis. I wondered if they'd been fucking bitch all night and I supposed they probably had. They were training the boy to be a real cock slut now and I felt my little blonde pussy tremble with envy, feeling like I could use some training myself right about then, but that could wait. It was good that I'd been a little sick maybe, giving bitch some undivided attention and I really hoped he was going to be okay with being a sex toy for Mistress Stacy. I wanted to marry him now, which was completely at odds with my opinion previously, but he'd been just Brandon then. Bitch was the boy I wanted to marry, a faggot cumhole sex slave and not a real man at all.

It was surreal and I wished I could understand how there could be this whole other world hiding beneath the normal one, but I didn't have a head for such things. It was enough for me to know that I enjoyed the way Stacy and Lucy were unwilling to let fantasy reside only in the heart and mind. They were living it as much as they could and inviting bitch and I along for the ride. My boyfriend might need answers and assurances, but I was willing to go on faith. We really could do almost anything we wanted to, so long as we were willing to take a chance.

"Feeling better, slut?" A soft voice asked me.

Mistress Stacy found me just as I was getting into the shower and she was naked now, warm and pink and she hadn't cum yet, at least not for awhile. Her shemale cock was swollen and ruddy and I bit my bottom lip, keeping my eyes down and staring at her dick as it stood out from her sexy body. I didn't think I'd ever get tired of that contradiction; a beautiful woman with a man's large cock and balls. I loved it.

"Yes Mistress." I nodded. "I was going to take a shower."

"Good, I'll wash your back." Stacy agreed. "Punish you for giving bitch that little blowjob in the kitchen."

"I didn't think you knew about that." I admitted, lifting my chin so she could remove my collar. "I'm sorry Mistress, I just..."

"Yeah, I know." Stacy giggled lightly. "Excuses are like assholes, slut, and I'm going to fuck yours. Let's get in the shower, hmmm?"

"Yes Mistress." I said, trying to hide my smile.

Mistress Stacy washed me first, she wouldn't let me do anything but stand there under the hot spray and that felt unbelievably good. She washed my body and then my hair and then my body again, deciding that my cunt and ass weren't yet clean enough. I didn't mind, I loved feeling her fingers sliding into my holes, rubbing my hard little clit while she stretched my asshole with one, two and then three fingers, getting me ready for her fat cock.

She was kissing me as well, Mistress Stacy's mouth on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I was so ready to be fucked when the shemale turned me around finally, letting me brace myself against the shower wall with my ass pushed out and my legs spread as wide as possible in that narrow bathtub we stood in.

I gasped and nodded eagerly as I felt the smooth blunt head of her cock pressing against my anus. I'd never been fucked in the ass until Stacy had punished me the first time, and I always enjoyed it. It was almost as good as getting fucked in my pussy and if I was a boy I'd have been seriously queer, just so I could have my asshole reamed by long hard cocks like Stacy's. That was the best thing about being a girl though, for me at least, I had three holes and they were all eager for cock! My Mistress could have her pick anytime she wanted and I wouldn't complain.

"Ohhhmmmm..." I winced slightly and told myself to breathe, to relax and let that monster prick inside my trembling body.

"That's it, slut...You want it, huh? You love fucking my girly cock with your ass, don't you?" Stacy was whispering, holding my hips now and working her cock back and forth, a little deeper with each stroke.

"God yeah!" I said, looking over my shoulder and smiling. "Fuck my ass, Mistress...I was bad!"

"I know you were, slut." Stacy slapped my butt playfully under the shower, stabbing her penis another inch deeper. "You think I don't know what goes on in my own kitchen?"

"Ahhhh...Mistress..." I moaned, pushing myself back as my rectum was stretched around her. It was a small discomfort, like a cramp, a dull burning sensation that would soon go away.

"Yeah, fuck my cock, slut." Stacy told me. "Work that tight little ass of yours on my dick, you whore."

"Y-Yesss, oh yes...Uh-huh..." I was holding myself up with one hand and reaching down to rub my cunt with the other. I was going to cum soon, that fat cock in my ass just felt too good. I liked the pain and the fire and the knowledge that this shemale was fucking my asshole hard.

"You want to be my whore, slut? You want me to find you a customer to fuck?" Mistress Stacy was teasing me, I thought, but I wasn't sure and the idea that she might actually charge a guy money to fuck me sent me over the edge.

"Ohhh...yesssss..." I hissed between clenched teeth as my knees shook and I rolled my ass against her, feeling that large cock all the way inside me. I was grinding and cumming and rubbing my clit like crazy as my juices spilled out of my cunt.

"Ah yeah, squeeze my dick, slut, work my cock with your ass...Jesus, that feels good!" Stacy was groaning, fucking me hard through my orgasm as my whole body seemed to collapse around her, clasping at her prick and trying to hold her tight inside my bowels.

It was a great fuck and hardly a punishment at all as Mistress Stacy well knew, but she didn't mind. She got off on it just as much as I did and after maybe five minutes of good hard fucking she was cumming inside me, holding her girl cock as far inside my asshole as she could get it, and loosing her hot load. I'd been cumming non-stop, like riding a runaway freight train, and all I wanted to do was lie down with her and wrap my body around my Mistress and squeeze her. I was tight and hot all over and standing there in the shower was too much work, but it was all I could do until Stacy finished cumming several moments later, pulling her cock out of me with a weird and wonderfully greasy sensation that made me giggle.

I got down on my knees, washing her clean with my mouth and then soapy hands before working my fingers into my now well-stretched and rather tender anus. Stacy got out of the shower, drying herself off while she watched me work her creamy sperm free of my ass, squatting in the tub with water falling over me, wriggling my fingers around and pushing with my ass muscles while I smiled up at her. I felt shameless in front of the woman and there was nothing I wouldn't do in her presence. Mistress Stacy seemed to like watching me clean my asshole anyway, so I took my time with it and licked my dirty fingers clean just for her.

=-=-Chapter Seven-=-=

Denise was still asleep when I got to the dorm just after nine in the morning. I was on a mission to talk her into coming to Stacy's house, just so Mistress Lucy could meet my best friend and try and seduce her. I didn't feel bad about that, Denise was her own person and I was just making the introductions. I didn't think it would happen anyway, personally. Denise didn't like black people at all for some reason and I had a feeling she wouldn't think too much of transsexuals either, although I didn't know for sure.

I undressed quickly, as I'd already decided the best approach would be a little seduction of my own, that plus the fact that I was horny as hell. Spending the night at Stacy's apartment tended to do that to me, like having all the sex I wanted just made me hungry for more for some reason. I slipped into bed with Denise, moving slowly and carefully, sliding under sheets to feel her body warm and dry and soft. The girl was small too, so small with her narrow hips and nice round butt, no tits at all, just those fabulous pink nipples. I bet she didn't weigh more than ninety pounds and I felt like I was molesting a child as I brought my hand to her smooth thigh.

Denise was just wearing panties, that black thong she'd gone out in, and I wondered if she'd gotten lucky the night before. Not that luck had anything to do with it. Denise was so pretty that all she had to do was stand in one spot for five or ten minutes and some guy would try and pick her up. I got a lot of looks and a lot of offers, but Denise was a cock magnet, seriously, and it couldn't have just been her appearance alone. I wondered if some people weren't blessed or something, gifted with an invisible aura that just made them so much more attractive than the rest of us on some hidden level.

Whatever Denise had, it was working on me, and despite my best friend being twenty and looking twelve, I wanted to fuck her. I wasn't into little girls, but I was into Denise and we'd done it before, so this wasn't going to shock her too much, just a little since I'd never woken her up with a kiss before.

I was under the sheet, turning my body and the girl was on her right side, facing away from me. I brought my face close to her ass, barely covered except by the thin material of her thong splitting her pale ass cheeks. I got myself the way I wanted and slipped her thong aside, bringing my mouth deep against her ass and her lightly furred pussy, those sweet strawberry pubic hairs curling away from her thin little pussy lips. She had the prettiest pussy I'd ever seen. I loved her pussy and I was kissing it lightly from behind, pressing my hard nipples against my friend's back as I lay against her on my left side. It was awkward, but nice anyway and it worked just fine as Denise slowly stirred awake.

She moved her legs first, lifting the top one slightly to give whatever it was she was feeling more room, better access to her cunt. I licked across her sex lightly and then harder, splitting her pink labia with the tip of my tongue and tickling her hidden clitoris gently. My thighs were close together behind her and I could feel Denise's soft thick hair against them, against my pussy as I started sucking at her sweet little hole.

"Mmmm...Whoever you are..." Denise sighed, "...Don't stop..."

I giggled silently, savoring the flavor of Denise's unwashed pussy. She hadn't had sex the night before, I didn't think, her pussy was nice and tight and tasted faintly of piss. She used condoms for birth control though, like I did, so I suppose Denise could have been fucked. But I doubted it and she was too ready for this anyway, her clit was already hard, just a tiny little nub of pink flesh poking out for me to kiss and suck, pinching it with my lips as I moved to get more of my mouth on her sweet cunt.

"Yeah yeah...Oh yeah..." Denise sighed happily, spreading her legs even more, but not turning over or anything, not yet. She was content to let me suck her pussy while she moaned like a kitten, her throat making a soft raspy sound, like a purr, and I liked that a lot. It was way cute.

I stiffened my tongue and started pushing it a little deeper inside, wriggling it quickly and tonguing her hole good. She liked that a lot, I knew, being tongued rapidly just below her clit. I pulled at her pussy with my fingers to open Denise up, tasting her juices now as her excitement began to trickle out of her flushed body. She getting hot, we both were, and little beads of perspiration broke out on our skin. I moved my body slightly, enjoying the pressure of her back against my tits and hard itching nipples.

"Give me some too...Like this..." Denis breathed and she was moving finally, turning over to her other side so she could face me.

I felt her breath on my pussy as we adjusted ourselves, getting comfortable for a nice long 69 with each other. I spread my legs, cocking my right knee high and giving my roommate all the room she needed to kiss my humid pussy. We ate each other out slowly, like we had all the time in the world and it was good like that. I loved sucking her cunt and using my fingers to fuck her while I mouthed her hard little clit. I brought her off after a long ten minutes maybe, holding Denise tight as she bounced her hips and pressed her thighs against my hot cheeks.

Then it was my turn as Denise gave me a little orgasm of my own and if she was surprised to find a load of fresh sperm deep in my pussy, she didn't say anything. It was Lucy's cum and I'd asked the black shemale to fuck me just before I left Stacy's apartment, knowing I was finally to get one of my fantasies. Denise, my racist friend, was sucking black sperm out of my cunt and swallowing it down happily. That alone was enough to make me cum three times real fast, a little multiple orgasm to push that salty semen down my well fucked hole and into Denise's waiting mouth.

"Shit...I gotta pee." Denise giggled after about forty-five minutes or maybe an hour of good lesbian sex.

We were both damp and the sheet was soaked and clinging to us, binding us together as we'd moved quite a lot at times, when our orgasms were just too good not to. My tongue felt numb and my jaw ached from all that licking and sucking, it was some serious exercise, believe me, but it was a good feeling and I didn't mind it. I was full of Denise too, she came a lot when she climaxed and it was bitter-sweet and fruity, like pickled lemon peels or something. I dunno, it was good though and there was a lot of it and I'd swallowed as much as I could and now I was wearing the rest. My friend's cum was all over my face and neck, and in my hair as I lay there catching my breath.

"Here...Fuck...Stupid sheet..." I giggled, sticking out my tongue as we worked to unravel ourselves.

"I thought you were staying at Stacy's house all weekend." Denise said, worming her way free finally and stretching in the middle of our room as I just collapsed back on the pillows.

"Mmmm...I was, but I had to come back for some clothes." I shrugged. It was just a little white lie.

"Be right back...I need a shower too." Denise rubbed her pussy and she was soaked all over, just like I was.

"Me too." I nodded, forcing myself to get up.

"God! So what brought that on anyway?" Denise asked me while we showered.

"What? Are you complaining?" I giggled at her.

"No, uh-uh." She smiled back, "You can wake me up like that anytime."

"Sorry about the little mess." I told her, feeling my tummy tighten with excitement as I teased Denise without her knowing it.

"What's that?"

"All the cream filling." I laughed. "I didn't think you'd mind."

"Yeah, where'd that come from?" Denise wondered. "You guys having an orgy or something?"

"Brandon's there." I shrugged, finding that truth to be a useful lie and I really didn't make a habit out of lying to my friends, but...You know, I was doing what I had to.

"That was Brandon?" Denise laughed. "He's pretty yummy."

"You think so?" I stuck out my tongue.

"I know so!" Denise said. "Kind of...Rich."

"You're such a pervert." I laughed.

"Me? You're the one who put it in my face, remember?"

"What? I remember you turning around, that's what I remember."

"Well, you woke me up anyway, so you're the pervert."

"I'm just queer, remember?" I laughed. "What's your excuse?"

"Do I need one?" She gave me an innocent look with her big green eyes and I sighed helplessly.

"Nope." I shook my head and watched Denise trim her pussy with a little plastic razor. "You should shave all of it."

"God!" She rolled her eyes. "Have you seen my pussy?"

"Yeah, it's pretty. Shave it smooth, it'll look so cool." I told her.

"You shave yours."

"I will, if you do it too." I promised.

"Really?" She looked up at me.

"No, I'm lying." I said sarcastically. "Yeah, what do you think?"

"You do it for me then." She held out the razor. "Then I'll do you."

"Okay." I agreed and her pussy was going to look sweet without any hair at all on it. "You got shaving cream?"

"In the bag." Denise jerked her head towards her straw bath bag, hanging from one of the unused shower faucets nearby. "Hey Amy."

"Hi." Amy Welch walked into the showers, tall and blonde and looking like, I dunno, she just stepped out of a Playboy centerfold, or better than that. Like she belonged in a Victoria's Secret catalogue.

"Hi Amy." I smiled at her and felt my nipples pop. If I wasn't a real lesbian, that girl would make me one. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and Denise agreed with me, so I knew it wasn't just me.

"Hi, uh..."

"Heather." I prompted, not caring that she could never remember my name.

"Heather, sorry." She smiled and the girl had to know what that did to people. Amy was wrapped in a towel, a pink one as it just had to be for a total femme like her. I tried not to stare as she took it off, but I felt like a sixteen year old boy or something and Denise caught my eyes, smirking at me cause she felt it too.

"Here we go..." I cleared my throat, catching a long look at Amy's blonde pussy before she gave me her perfect ass and turned on her shower.

"You better pay attention to what you're doing down there." Denise giggled.

"Bad time for Amy to show up, huh?" I replied softly as I got on my knees in front of Denise. "The barber shop is now open, you need a little trim Amy?"

"What?" She turned around, her bright blue eyes blinking at me as I started rubbing shaving cream on Denise's pubic mound.

"I'm giving away free haircuts." I grinned at the girl. "You want one?"

"Um, no. That's okay." Amy smiled like she didn't believe me and turned back around.

"Too bad." Denise sighed and I had to agree with that.

"We should fuck her." I whispered. "Right here."

"What?" Denise laughed and I frowned.

"Stop moving!" I pinched her thigh.

"Then be serious."

"I am," I said, stroking Denise's soft swell with the razor slowly. "We could do it right now, me and you."

"Yeah, oh...Good idea. I always wondered what the inside of jail looked like."

"You sit on her face, I'll take care of her pussy." I wiggled my eyebrows. "Then we'll switch after awhile."

"You wish." Denise laughed. "Careful!"

"I am being careful, stop laughing." I chided my friend.

"She's watching us." Denise whispered.

"Really?"

"She's pretending not to." Denise nodded.

"She's curious." I giggled and sang softly. "Bye bi-curious...Bye bye vir-gin-i-ty...

"Probably not." Denise decided. "She probably just wonders why a couple dykes like us are living in her dorm."

"Who you calling a dyke?" I asked, pinching her clit hard.

"Ow! Hey!"

"Spread your legs a little, I'm almost done." I said.

"I'll give you a dollar if you just ask her." Denise said.

"Ask her what?"

"Ask Amy if you can suck her pussy."

"What, so she can crush my ego like the eggshell it is?" I laughed. "She can't even remember my name."

"I'll ask her for you." Denise was looking down at her pussy now, pulling at her skin with her fingers. "Finished?"

"Yeah." I nodded, "Rinse it off. How come you're so frisky today?"

"I dunno." Denise turned around, washing the remains of the shaving cream off her pussy and thighs. "Maybe waking up with a tongue all over me has something to do with it."

"Probably all that spunk you ate." I laughed. "Did it really taste good?"

"Yeah, it was great." Denise didn't even blush; she was so much like me. "You ready?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "I never shaved it all off before. Let me see yours."

"I look like a little girl." Denise said, turning around and she wasn't lying. Her pussy was smooth and pink and hairless now. It was totally sexy like that and I leaned forward to kiss it, not caring that Amy was there and probably watching us.

"Nice. Perfect." I breathed, enjoying the feel of Denise's soft warm skin against my lips.

"Hey, Amy...Heather wants to know if she can suck your pussy for you." Denise said and I jerked at that, looking up to see my friend smiling and then over my shoulder to see Amy looking slightly flustered suddenly.

"You guys are sick." Amy said finally, moving a little faster then to finish her shower as quickly as she could.

"That wasn't very cool." I frowned.

"Yeah it was." Denise laughed. "She'll be thinking about it now, you'll see."

"I don't know." I said, standing up and sighing. I wasn't totally embarrassed, but I was a little just because I sorta wished Amy would like me. Well, I really wished she'd love me, but I'd settle for like.

"A girl like that just needs to get it into her head. Like a forbidden fruit deal." Denise took the razor out of my hand. "You'll thank me later when she asks you to do it."

"You're high." I laughed, taking Denise's place under the shower as she got to her knees, reaching for the shaving cream.

"Trust me." Denise said. "I fucked half the cheerleaders in high school like that."

"You liar!" I giggled.

"I swear! I like tried everything and then one day, I just asked one if I could suck her pussy."

"What did she say?"

"No." Denise shrugged. "But like a week later, she asked me if I really wanted to do it."

"Oh yeah?" I thought about that for a second. "It worked?"

"Like a charm." Denise nodded and she was working that greenish cream into white foam. "See, you never tried to pick up a girl, you always let some dyke hit on you."

"So?"

"So, if you wanna be queer you gotta learn to be queer." Denis grinned up at me. "Hold still now, I never did this before."

"Watch out for my clit!" I said, watching Amy leave the shower, wrapping that pink towel around her perfect body, giving us a brief look and little else.

"I am, I am...Jesus. Hold still, I said." Denise told me. "If I cut something off, it's your fault."

"That's not funny."

"I'm not laughing. God! You got like a jungle down here!"

"You weren't complaining in bed!" I laughed.

"Well, I wasn't trying to shave it either. You oughta trim it once in awhile. This razor's kinda dull."

"Hey, come with me to Stacy's after this. You want to?" I asked her.

"Stacy's?" Denise wrinkled her nose. "She's a bull."

"A bull?"

"A bull dyke? You know, like always on top...She probably never goes down on you, huh?" Denise snorted. "Like Hauven."

"Nah, she's nothing like Professor Hauven, believe me!" I laughed.

"That woman is ill." Denise decided, shaving me carefully while I watched her close and kind of held my breath.

"Yeah, she fucked me before." I agreed.

"With her strap-on?" Denise grinned, but didn't take her eyes off my cunt.

"Yeah, that big one?" I nodded. "She gave me a 3.0 in her class though and I didn't even turn anything in."

"Ha!" Denise giggled. "She gave me a 3.6 and I never went to class after the first week."

"Well, she likes little girls anyway." I shrugged.

"I shoulda shaved for her." Denise smiled. "I probably coulda made the dean's list."

"You're fucking her now, right?" I asked, cause I thought she was.

"Once in awhile." Denise nodded. "But she's got some freshman, some Jap cunt who eats her ass with chopsticks or something."

"Hard to compete with that, huh?" I laughed. "Poor baby."

"Ah, fuck you. I have to get a decent GPA or my parents will cut my allowance." Denise said. "They think I'm still a little girl or something."

"You are a little girl." I told her. "Face it, you're never gonna grow up."

"My dad asked me what I want for my graduation next year, like a new car or whatever..."

"What did you say?"

"A boob job!" Denise laughed and she was just about done with my pussy. "I'm gonna get Swiss tits, baby."

"Swiss tits?" I stuck my tongue out. "Go to California...Or Florida, lots of plastic surgeons down there."

"Cosmo said the best place was some clinic in Switzerland." Denise said. "They do like royalty and all those rich euro bitches."

"Oh, well, Cosmo...You know they're on it." I rolled my eyes. I didn't need a boob job, thank God, my 34C's were about perfect so far as I was concerned, and most other people as well.

"Yeah." Denis sat back with a smile. "There, wash it off and let's see it."

I looked down at my freshly shaved pussy amazed at how different it looked without any pubic hair. It was cute, with my labia hanging down a little, all dark and thick. I have kind of big pussy lips anyway, not like Denise. Hers are tiny, but her whole pussy is like half the size of mine and I tried to imagine Mistress Lucy's huge black cock splitting my roommate's little pink sex. I definitely wanted a front row seat for that!

"It looks good, huh?" I finally decided and Denise nodded.

"Yeah, here...Kiss for good luck!" She giggled and leaned forward to kiss my hard little clit. Being shaved was kind of a turn on too.

"So how about it, you want to come with me? Please?" I asked Denise once we were back in our room. "It'll be fun, I promise."

"I dunno." Denise was toweling her hair vigorously, tossing it around and I loved her hair, kind of halfway between red and orange and sort of curly without being too much. It was cute and perfect for her.

"Come on, what else do you have to do today?" I asked. "Brandon's there anyway and another woman, Lucy."

"A little party huh?" Denise smiled. "Would you get really pissed if I fucked Brandon? He's hot."

"No, I wouldn't care." I shrugged. "But you have to come with me if you're gonna do that."

"Hmmm...Yeah, I guess." Denise agreed, "Just so that Stacy chick doesn't weird out on me."

"Weird out?" I laughed. "Define that for me."

"I dunno, like...Weird out, try and piss on me or something. I hate that weird bull dyke stuff."

"I don't think she's gonna piss on you, Denise." I told her seriously. "She did tell me she likes you though, she said you were cute."

"I bet." Denise snorted and it wasn't like that was going to impress her. Everyone thought Denise was cute.

"It'll be fun." I promised and I really, really hoped I wasn't lying.

I almost thought of telling Denise that Lucy was black, but that would have changed my friend's mind instantly. That sounds dumb, but it's true. Denise just didn't want to have anything to do with black people, she wouldn't even shower the same time Lisa or one of the other black girls was in there. She didn't like Orientals or Hispanics all that much either and none of that made sense to me, but I was hoping she'd change her mind later. Otherwise, Denise was gonna be a little pissed at me for a few days. She had a redhead's temper sometimes too.

=-=-Chapter Eight-=-=

"Um, I have to take off my clothes." I said in answer to Denise's questioning look at the top of the stairs. We were standing outside Stacy's apartment and it was just a little after noon.

"Why?" She smiled with some confusion as I started removing my skirt and blouse.

"Cause I'm not allowed to wear clothes in her apartment." I shrugged. "And my name is slut, once we get in, okay?"

"Slut?" Denise blinked at me.

"Yeah, and um, Brandon, we call him bitch."

"Bitch?" Denise laughed and shook her head. "What's going on, Heather?"

"You'll see, it's all fun." I said. "It's just, Stacy is like my Mistress when I come here, okay? Brandon's her slave too, so..."

"Mistress? Slaves?" Denise frowned. "She's gonna get all weird and tie us up and all that? I don't want to be like...Whipped or something."

"No, nothing like that!" I rolled my eyes and I was pulling my panties down. "It's just fun, no pain or anything, just sex mostly, okay?"

"We'll see, but this is already weird." Denise said. "Do I have to take my clothes off too?"

"Um...I don't know. If you want to." I giggled. "Or you can leave them on; Stacy isn't going to mind one or the other."

"I'll leave them on then." Denise decided. "I'm not getting naked before I walk into a stranger's house."

"Good idea." I laughed. "Always a wise policy."

"Yeah, I think so." Denise laughed too. "This is really weird."

"It gets weirder." I said as I knocked on the door, although I probably could have just opened it if I wanted to.

"You said it wouldn't!" Denise frowned, but then the door was opening.

"Hi slut." Bitch was standing there naked except for my collar around his neck, hot and sweaty and pink all over, with his hard cock straining against a pair of thin lace panties that barely concealed it.

"Hi bitch." I said, leaning forward to give him a kiss and it was nice, especially since Denise's eyes were bugging out as she took in Brandon's new look.

"Brandon?" She gasped and he was made up pretty, although his makeup had obviously been put to the test recently.

"Oh, hey Denise." He blushed and lowered his eyes a little. "Just call me, um...bitch, okay?"

"Bitch, yeah, okay." Denise laughed. "Why are you dressed like that? And...Makeup?"

"Let's go in." I said, since we were still standing in the open doorway. "Where's Mistress Stacy?"

"In the kitchen with Mistress Lucy." Bitch said. "I made some soup."

"Looks like they were making you." I giggled and my boyfriend blushed some more.

"Yeah, a little I guess." He shrugged. "You were gone a long time, slut. They got bored."

"What were you doing?" Denise wondered.

"Well, they were teaching me how to put on makeup first." Bitch grinned, "And then they said I looked so pretty they had to fuck me, so..."

"So they did, huh?" I giggled. "Both of them?"

"Yeah." Bitch nodded and rubbed his butt. "It hurt a little less this time, I think. They used butter."

"It'll get better." I promised him.

"Yeah, they said I had to wait for awhile before we fucked again, just to give my ass a chance to heal."

"What?" Denise stared at him, finally catching on. "They fucked your ass? What, with strapons or something?"

"Or something!" Bitch giggled like the sissy he was fast becoming.

"What does that mean?" Denise blinked at me and I shrugged, not really knowing what I was supposed to do with her past this point. I'd brought Denise, now it was up to Stacy and Lucy to convince the girl to be Lucy's little whore for the weekend.

"Hi!" Mistress Stacy was walking into the living room. "Denise, right? Nice to see you again."

"Uh..." Denise was really in shock then, her green eyes large as saucers and her mouth falling open, it was funny actually.

If Mistress Stacy had been wearing out bitch's faggot hole in the kitchen, she didn't look like it. She was perfectly made up and her hair brushed so it fell around her face in long black waves. She was dressed like the dentist's assistant she was, sort of, or some kind of XXX-rated nurse from the fetish section of your local adult video arcade. Stacy wore white stockings with a real garter belt, white and simple over her nicely rounded hips, and some white fuck-me pumps on her feet, with three inch heels at least.

Above all that Mistress Stacy wore a white nurse's uniform that she must have bought as a joke, because it didn't come close to fitting her. The top had a zipper that Stacy hadn't bothered with, so it was pulled open around her large firm breasts, encased in a sheer white bra that hid neither of her dark swollen nipples. The bottom was a skin-tight skirt that was so short her long cock and heavy balls were hanging beneath the hemline and her ass had to be hanging half out of the back. She was semi-hard and her ruddy prick looked positively delicious to me and I felt my pussy juicing as I stared at my Mistress.

"Don't be shy." Stacy grinned and struck a bit of a pose, knowing how sexy she truly was. "Didn't slut tell you I had a little something...Extra?"

"N-No..." Denise shook her head. "You're a...Man?"

"Not really." Stacy chuckled softly. "I just have a really big clit...Do you want to touch it, Denise?"

"I don't...Uh..." Denise looked at me and I was just smiling at her, this was Stacy's game now and bitch and I were spectators for the moment.

"Come on, you love cock, don't you?" Stacy asked my roommate gently. "And Heather tells me you love girls too, so...Come here, let's see how hard you can make me."

"This is really..."

"Weird?" I laughed at Denise. "Go on, Mistress Stacy's cock is so nice. Kiss it for her, give it a lick..."

"Yeah, right down here, come on Denise...You knew you were going to have some sex today, didn't you?" Stacy was pointing at the carpet in front of her. "Right down here, look, you're making me hard already. You're so cute, so pretty, Denise."

Stacy's voice was almost hypnotic, I thought, and she was so beautiful standing there, and her cock was stiffening slowly, pulling itself up so that it arched out from her body. Six inches already and it wasn't even erect. I knew Denise would want it, she loved cock as much as I did and I thought the girl was even more of a slut than me, maybe. She certainly had a genuine affection for sex, that was for sure, and Denise wasn't especially picky about who it was with, so long as the other person was white. Stacy was definitely her type, I thought, just like my Mistress was perfect for me.

"God, that's a big cock." Denise licked her lips and giggled nervously. "I thought there was something different about you."

"Now you know what it is." Stacy nodded, still smiling at the girl. "You're not disappointed, I hope?"

"Uh, noooo..." Denise laughed. "Not that, I just never...I thought you guys were all...Fags or something?"

"Not me," Stacy shook her head, "I like everyone, especially pretty little girls like you."

I think Denise almost blushed at that, Mistress Stacy's voice was so sexy. As it was she looked down at herself, at her baby blue sweater which showed off perfectly Denise's lack of breasts, her short skirt, gold and pleated and I think it had been part of her old cheerleading outfit at one time. Little ankle socks and pink Skechers on her feet. Denise, the college junior, was a thirteen year old girl standing there and she knew it. She dressed like that on purpose, and now she had Stacy's undivided attention.

"Oh God...You should have told me, Heather..." Denise grinned and she was moving, getting down right where Stacy wanted her and coming face to face with that big shemale prick as it continued to swell.

"Call her slut, she likes that." Stacy smiled, reaching out to stroke Denise's strawberry hair, coaxing the younger woman to come closer, to give that girl cock a little kiss right on the smooth pink head.

"Slut, yeah..." Denise licked her lips, wrapping a tiny hand gingerly around Stacy's penis and her fingers wouldn't reach all the way around it. That made her giggle and she looked up at Stacy. "What are you going to call me then?"

"I might just call you Princess." Stacy laughed. "Or, no...Precious maybe. God, you're so sexy like that. How old are you?"

"How old do you want me to be, Stacy?" Denise replied in a little girl's voice, sexy and innocent and so inviting, and I knew she practiced that tone.

She had both hands on that prick now, stroking it slowly and Stacy was almost completely hard by then, her cock swollen to it's full length and as thick as Denise's wrist. I was fingering my cunt slowly, still standing there and barely remembering to breathe. Bitch was close to me and rubbing his cock against my hip, since he wasn't allowed to touch himself and that must have been very frustrating as the scene before us was incredibly hot.

"Mmmm...My little girl, huh? Give my cock a kiss, Precious, show me how much you love your new Mistress." Stacy offered.

"Mistress?" Precious giggled. "Is that what you are now?"

"Only if you want me to be." Stacy nodded, staring into what I knew were the most beautiful green eyes in the world just then.

"Maybe." Precious smiled and then she was doing it, kissing Stacy's cockhead slowly.

Precious ran her pursed lips around the glans and then along the shaft, moaning softly and finally using her tongue to explore every inch of that wonderfully large penis she held in her dainty hands. Mistress Stacy's cock seemed even larger than it really was, since Precious was so small, and that just made it even better for us. Bitch was breathing hard and his right hand moved over my back and then down, caressing my ass and finally pushing between my butt cheeks. I squirmed and sighed and fingered my cunt hard, jamming two fingers inside my wanton sex as my boyfriend thrust his middle finger against my anus, wriggling it inside me easily.

"There you go, little girl...Suck it now, open up for me..." Stacy moaned softly and Precious was stretching her mouth wide, taking the head between her red lips and swabbing it happily with her tongue.

I stared at my roommate's ass wiggling in her pleated skirt as Precious worked that big dick inside her mouth. She was a noisy cocksucker, I realized with a giggle, making sloppy slobbering sounds as she smacked her lips, sighed and moaned, and otherwise filled the apartment with the sounds of her enthusiastic efforts to cram as much of Stacy's shemale cock into her mouth as possible. It was a serious turn-on, as if just watching her wasn't enough, and I was bending my legs, pushing my cunt and ass down to meet our fingers as bitch and I fingered my horny holes.

"You two..." Mistress Stacy smiled at us, as if just then remembering we were there. "Get over here...slut, I want you sucking my asshole, bitch, get Precious ready for my cock in her pussy."

"Oh yes! Mistress..." I giggled breathlessly, moving quickly to get behind her and spread my Mistress' firm round ass with my fingers so I could kiss and lick her asshole.

My boyfriend was moving quickly too, getting on his back beneath Precious and pushing her skirt up, and then pulling the girl's panties down to her knees and stretching them hopelessly out of shape as she knelt there, straddling bitch's body. He was going to suck her pussy nice and get it wet and juicy and hot for some fat shemale girl cock. Precious didn't mind that one bit and I could hear her muffled moans increasing in tempo as bitch found her freshly shaved cunt with his mouth and tongue.

I was rimming Mistress Stacy hard with my own tongue, trying to work it inside her anus while she fed her cock to my best friend. All we needed now was for Mistress Lucy to show up and either fuck my pussy hard, or possibly give bitch another good ass reaming. I think she was biding her time though, giving Precious a chance to get all hot and bothered and desperate for a good hard fuck before Lucy presented my racist friend with her big black dick. Precious would have to be seriously hot if she wasn't going to lose interest in everyone and everything as soon as that happened. My Irish roommate could be a little hardheaded, believe me.

Mistress Stacy tasted of soap as much as anything else and I realized she must have come out of the shower recently, which was too bad because I always enjoyed the distinctive taste and smell of her unwashed ass. Stacy loved getting rimmed, probably as much as she liked having her cock sucked, and getting both of those at once must have been special. She certainly enjoyed Precious, keeping her hands in the girl's strawberry hair, stroking her face and encouraging my friend to keep mouthing the cock that was just too big for the little girl. She could get half of it, maybe, but not much more than that would fit into her mouth no matter how hard Precious tried and she did try hard, gagging and coughing briefly before trying again.

I don't know how long we were in that little daisy chain of oral sex, but it seemed all too short when Stacy pulled her cock free of Precious' mouth, rubbing the slick wet head over the girl's face and lips, teasing her with it the way my Mistress so often did with me. I was sitting back, catching my breath and watching around Stacy's hips while bitch continued to work his tongue over around and inside my friend's little pink pussy.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Precious?" Stacy asked, sliding her cock over the redhead's freckled cheeks.

"God...Yeah...Put that cock inside me!" Precious nodded, chasing Stacy's prick with her open mouth.

"Are you sure? Does bitch have you all warmed up yet?" Stacy giggled softly.

"Fuck yeah...Yeah...Please, let's fuck, okay?" Precious smiled up at Stacy, stroking the shemale's thighs with her hands. "I wanna feel that big dick inside me!"

"You like big cock, huh?" Stacy wasn't moving. "Are you a little size queen, Precious?"

"I like big, yeah." Precious breathed. "The bigger the better, fuck yeah."

"Mistress Lucy has an even bigger cock than that one." I giggled, wondering if I was speaking too soon or not, but it was too late then.

"Bigger?" Precious tilted her head and grinned at me and then looked down, lifting the front of her skirt so she could see bitch between her thighs. "Ohhh...God...Stop...My clit is too...It hurts...Lick my hole now, suck my lips..."

She was cumming, right then and just that fast, which was pretty cool. Bitch had been sucking her clit hard and it had finally set her off, but like me sometimes, it just felt a little too good and it was time for bitch to lick her someplace else for awhile. Clits are like that though, there's a real fine line between good and too good, at least for me, and Precious too it seemed.

"Yeaaaassss..." Precious closed her eyes, moving her hips and grinding her pussy down on my boyfriend's face as he stabbed his tongue between her soft pink labia.

"Lucy? I think Precious wants to meet your cock, honey." Stacy said in a normal tone of voice and Lucy wasn't far away in any case, just around the corner and she'd been waiting impatiently for awhile probably.

"Here you go, baby..." Lucy said and like they'd rehearsed it or something, Lucy took Stacy's place in front of Precious.

Mistress Lucy's long black fingers went into my friend's hair and that fine black dick, all nine inches of it, slid dark as a shadow over her pink face. Precious was still cumming just then, her hands in bitch's hair, pulling my boyfriend's sucking mouth hard against her juicing sex, and rolling her ass and gasping as he made her feel good all over. I knew exactly what he was tasting right then too, that bitter-sweet tang of salty lemon peels, girl cum spilling out of my roommate's pretty cunt to fill my boyfriend's mouth. It was sexy as hell and seeing Precious with a black cock pressed against her skin, that was even better.

"Ohhh...God...God...Oh...Fuck...What...What the fuck?" Precious jerked suddenly as her eyes opened and focused slowly, going a little cross-eyed actually as Lucy's thick black cock was riding the bridge of her nose just then.

"Big for a girl, isn't it, Precious?" Lucy smiled down at my shocked friend.

The shemale was completely naked; her soft black skin with all those sweet muscles on display beneath it, was all the woman needed to wear. Her big brown tits were firm with dark swollen nipples thrust out and up invitingly. Lucy's smooth body looked sleek and sexy and completely feminine the way only female athletes can be, not a bodybuilder, nothing that serious, but one of those real fitness models you see on ESPN2 at 3am and I really liked that look a lot. I wanted to ask Mistress Lucy about it and find out how difficult it was to get a body like that. I liked being soft and round, yeah, but after I had my baby, mmmm...I wouldn't mind looking like a white version of Lucy, without the cock of course.

"Get off me! Let go of me, you fucking nigger!" Precious spat out the words.

My best friend's features were burning now, with embarrassment as much as anger, I thought. Precious was actually humiliated that she'd had Lucy's cock on her face, the shemale's hands in her hair. It had felt good too, Precious hadn't minded it at all with her eyes closed, and maybe she knew it.

"Precious." I sighed, getting down beside my friend, shoulder to shoulder with her so I could whisper in her ear.

"Talk to her slut..." Lucy didn't move at all and although I'd expected Precious to get up and run for the door, she didn't.

"She's afraid of it." Stacy decided. "Afraid of black, I think."

"No I'm not!" Precious blinked and her green eyes looked a little wet.

"There's nothing to be scared of." I whispered. "Nobody's gonna know about this, your parents won't find out."

"...This dick ain't gonna hurt you, baby. This nigger cock is gonna make you feel good...Don't it feel good?" Lucy was asking Precious softly. "You can tell me, nobody's gonna care..."

"Nobody's going to know you kissed a big black cock, Precious." Stacy got down on the floor like I was, on the other side of the girl, rubbing her back and pressing her lips close to my roommate's ear. "Go on, try it, you know you want to...You don't really want her to let you go at all do you?"

"Stop it..." Precious swallowed hard and flinched as Lucy was rubbing her fat cock all over her face. "...It smells bad...It's gross..."

"That was Mistress Lucy's cum in my pussy this morning." I whispered. "Remember how good it tasted?"

"That's just bitch's asshole you smell, he's clean though." Lucy giggled. "I made sure of that, didn't I bitch?"

"Wha...What?" Precious was getting dizzy, all of us working on her to break her down.

"Mmmphhh...yes Mistress..." Bitch was still licking at the girl's cunt, although Precious seemed to have almost forgotten about that.

"Don't be afraid, you want to do it, don't you?" I was nodding. "Denise, tell me the truth, you want to fuck a black cock, right? Like forbidden fruit, isn't it?"

"That's the biggest cock you've ever seen isn't it?" Stacy kissed Precious on the cheek. "Such a beautiful dick too, give it a kiss, try it one time, Precious. Kiss Lucy's cock."

"She's a nigger..." Precious shook her head slightly, licking her lips and frowning. "...I don't...I can't..."

"Yeah, I'm all nigger, baby." Lucy agreed. "And you dream of sucking nigger cock too, don't you. Don't lie to me; I can see it in your eyes."

"No..." Precious said but she still wasn't moving and Stacy reached for Lucy's cock, taking it in her hand and stroking the long black shaft.

"Like this, Precious, come on. Open up, don't be a little girl anymore, you can do it..." Stacy was saying. "...If you're not scared, show us. Prove it to us..."

Mistress Stacy was bringing the purplish head to my friend's lips while Mistress Lucy held the girl's head, moving her hips slightly so that fat cockhead was resting on her pouting bottom lip. They would have let Precious go if she wanted to leave, I was certain of that, but my roommate wasn't even trying to get up. All of her resistance was just words, empty air falling from her lips and none of it meant anything. She didn't hate black people, she just wanted to maybe, or acted that way because her parents did. She wanted to fuck a black guy, ride a black cock and feel that huge taboo being broken, but Precious really was afraid of it.

Now she didn't have to be.

"Like this..." I said softy, pressing my mouth to that cock and moaning softly as I felt it beneath my tongue.

I was kissing and licking it right in front of my friend and after I did that for ten seconds maybe, I turned and kissed her. I pressed my tongue against hers, letting Precious taste my mouth after I'd kissed that black cock.

"...Do I taste any different?" I giggled, "No? Your turn..."

"Yeahhhh ohhhh...Baby..." Lucy let out a happy sound as Precious kissed the head of her cock, briefly at first, with her lips closed, but then harder and longer, opening gradually with her growing acceptance.

"There, you go." Stacy giggled. "Our little girl is all grown up."

"Open your mouth for it, get it inside!" I kissed my friend's cheek and Precious did just that, abandoning any sort of resistance and surrendering completely as she groaned around the swollen head of Lucy's cock.

"Mmmpphhh..." Poor forgotten bitch was still on his back, still licking my best friend's cunt and now Precious was cumming again.

She was tripping on sucking a black cock, like she'd been dreaming of it her whole life. I slid my hands under her sweater, feeling her flushed soft skin as I reached for her nipples, rewarding Precious for taking that black cock into her mouth. She was so small and that dick was so big, I was licking my lips with pleasure at the sight of her struggling to get as much of it inside as possible. I felt my friend's nipples, like hard little pebbles atop the puffy areolas surrounding them and I pinched them gently, massaging her as I kissed Precious' cheek and licked at the dark shaft where it stretched her lips.

"Ahhh fuck, suck my nigger cock, you little whore." Lucy groaned and she was enjoying this more than anyone, except maybe Precious.

"I'm going to fuck you now, little girl." Stacy was saying, moving behind Precious with her long penis bobbing up and down and dripping precum onto bitch as she straddled his body.

"Ohhh God...She's going to fuck you so good." I whispered. "She's going to fuck that little pussy of yours with her big dick."

"Mmmphhh..." Precious nodded, pulling her mouth off Lucy's cock and panting for air. "...Put a condom on her."

"A condom?" I pressed my lips against hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to play in all that hot spit and precum. I pulled at her nipples, my fingers flat against her flat chest and squeezed together to catch those hard points of pleasure.

"No rubbers around here, Precious." Stacy breathed and she was rubbing her cockhead across my roommate's pussy while bitch kissed and licked at the both of them now.

"W-What?" Precious widened her pretty green eyes at me and then looked over her shoulder. "I'm not protected."

"Neither am I." Stacy giggled and Lucy laughed.

"What flavor you want, whore?" Lucy asked. "Vanilla or chocolate?"

"What?" Precious was confused, holding Lucy's cock tightly in her fists, one hand atop the other along the shaft like she was afraid to let it go.

"Your baby!" I giggled. "Don't you want to feel it? All that hot sperm inside you...God! It feels so good, Precious!" I kissed her again and she was trembling with excitement or fear, or maybe both.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Stacy asked, and she was making Precious wriggle her ass uncontrollably as my friend felt that big cock at the entrance to her hot little hole.

"Yeah..." Precious nodded. "...But...Bareback? I can't..."

"Okay." Stacy smiled and shrugged. "Maybe we can find some other room to play in..."

"Ohhh fuck no!" Precious gasped and jerked as Stacy moved her cock a little higher, pressing the wet tip to my friend's asshole.

"Virgin?" Lucy chuckled. "That's interesting; I wouldn't have expected it from a little whore like you."

"Let her fuck your ass." I breathed. "She's so good at it."

"Noooo..." Precious giggled and looked at Lucy's cock, licking her lips. "...Chocolate...I want a brown baby."

"What?" Lucy laughed at that. "Shit, when you give it up, you go all the way, huh? You want a little nigger grandchild for mommy and daddy, Precious?"

"Oh God..." My best friend nodded. "If...If that's the only way I'm gonna fucked right now...I want you to do it." Precious agreed. "Put that nigger cock inside me."

"God! Look at you." I grinned. "You're such a little whore!"

"Maybe Precious is the wrong name for her." Lucy nodded. "Okay, let's switch Stace, the whore wants to breed black!"

"I guess she does." Mistress Stacy sighed theatrically. "You go first then, but I bet her baby is still white."

"Shit..." Lucy grinned and then leaned down, holding Precious steady with her hands while she kissed the girl hard, fucking her long thick tongue into my friend's mouth.

"Why don't you suck your husband's cock a little, slut..." Stacy told me. "I think the faggot is about to explode."

"Ummphhh...Thank you...Mistress..." Bitch breathed from between Precious' thighs and his cock was dark and straining from his prone body.

"...I know you want to." Mistress Stacy chided me and I blushed just for her.

"Thank you, Mistress." I smiled and let Precious go, crawling on the floor so I could lay down on the carpet and give Bitch a nice sloppy wet blowjob.

"Yeah...Fuck...She's Precious..." Mistress Lucy was breathing hard after her long kiss with my friend and then she was moving to get behind the girl, pushing her shoulders down so Precious was more properly on her hands and knees.

"Yeah...Take this off...Fuck, I'm so hot!" Precious was nodding and helping Stacy as the shemale worked to pull the sweater over the girl's head and off her arms.

"You're going to get hotter, girl...Jesus, look at those tits!" Stacy giggled and Precious made a little face, always being self-conscious about her barely there breasts. "I want to eat those cherries! Fuck!"

"Do you like them?" Precious asked and Stacy was smiling and nodding.

"Oh yeah, they're perfect." Mistress Stacy said. "Now suck my cock some more...Make it good, Precious, make it really good."

"Speaking of cherries..." Lucy grinned, "...This little white whore is gonna be tight!"

"Oh Jesus!" Precious moaned and then her mouth was full of Stacy's cock as Lucy began teasing the girl the same way Stacy had, rubbing her swollen cockhead along Precious' small pink slit.

I was spending all my efforts on bitch's faggot cock, sucking him slowly and carefully, knowing he wasn't going to take long to cum and wanting to make it last. I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit while I worked my tongue back and forth along the ruddy length of the boy, not wanting to take him completely into my mouth, not yet. I kept my eyes between Lucy's powerful black thighs as she spread her legs wide, on her knees behind Precious and straddling bitch as he licked and kissed at them.

I was going to have a nice view of that long black cock stretching my friend's pussy and I'd seen her fucked before, but not by a nine inch tool like that. Precious was going to get blacked now and all her racist talk had just been a smoke screen to hide what she really wanted, a black lover to fuck her cunt and mouth and use her like a whore. Precious was getting off on it completely and I really was surprised, but I guess you never really know anyone completely, even after three years of friendship. Of course, Precious probably still was a racist actually, maybe letting Lucy fuck her raw was some weird punishment thing for what my roommate knew was wrong.

But I suck at psychoanalyzing people...I'm much better with a hard cock, like bitch's, and I was sucking him finally as I watched Mistress Lucy flexing her hard black ass and pushing her fat cock into my girlfriend's seemingly too small pussy. The shemale held Precious by the hips, her golden skirt bunched around the girl's waist, and Mistress Stacy held Precious by the head, feeding my friend some big white cock at the other end. That was going to be a nice fuck for Precious and she was already cumming again. That girl was even more orgasmic than I was, and I knew I was seriously blessed in the climax department!

"Yeah...Fuck me...Fuck me...Suck me..." Precious moaned, arching her back as Stacy gave her some air. "...Lick me and dick me...Oh Jesus! Christ! Sloooow..."

"I'm going slow, baby girl, don't you worry..." Lucy giggled and gave Precious a little slap on her ass.

Mistress Lucy was pushing in a little, stretching my friend's cunt wide around her shemale fuckpole, and then pulling back half as much, working the girl slowly to open her up. Eventually Precious would get used to it and then Lucy could fuck her good.

"...I'm gonna breed a nigger in that little hole, Precious." Lucy grunted and groaned, her back glistening with small beads of sweat. "Knock your lily ass up!"

"Oh yeah...Fuck...That's crazy..." Precious was looking over her shoulder giddy and giggling until Stacy pulled her face back to the cock in front of her.

"Suck, Precious...You sure like to talk." Stacy laughed. "One of those girls who always has something to say, huh?"

"Mmmphh..." Precious moaned around the prick in her mouth, slobbering all over it noisily.

"Exactly what I mean!" Mistress Stacy nodded.

"You have something against...Ugh! Conversational sex?" Lucy pushed harder, digging her fingers into Precious' hips and pulling the girl back to meet her cock, getting impatient as she was more than halfway inside my friend by then.

"Only when I'm getting a blowjob." Stacy grinned.

"Good point." Mistress Lucy shrugged and those two had probably fucked a lot of boys and girls together, just like that. I knew they'd done me, and bitch for sure. Now they were doing my roommate and that was way cool.

"Are you ready to cum, bitch?" I asked my husband to be, rubbing his hot wet cock against my face.

"Ohhh yeah...Please...Slut..." Bitch breathed.

He was licking all around the union of Precious and Mistress Lucy, as they were fucking right above his flushed and sweat covered face. Live and in black and white, or black in white, I suppose. He wasn't complaining though, not at all, bitch had the best seat in the house for watching Precious take a big load of potent black semen into her fertile womb. He was going to be tasting it later, we both knew that, but right then I was ready to taste his thick cream filling my mouth and then my tummy.

I enveloped his cockhead completely, washing bitch's cock eagerly with my tongue and sliding my lips down the shaft until I felt his cockhead nudging against the entrance to my throat. He really was the perfect size for sucking, I thought, not too big, not too small, just right and I swallowed around him, dropping my head those last couple inches until I had my nose pressed against the panties he still wore, although they were terribly askew now.

I deep throated him three or four times and then he was lifting his ass to meet me, bucking his hips as bitch's balls jerked in his tight little sack. His ejaculate pulsed suddenly into my mouth and then my throat as I took him one more time there. His cum spraying straight into my belly, feeding me all that rich salty protein for me and my unborn child. It was a funny idea and I wondered how much of that stuff I really digested, hopefully most of it because if that morning sickness came back I was going to start losing weight. I hadn't eaten hardly a thing in two days already.

Funny where the mind goes during sex, isn't it? Mistress Lucy was balls deep inside Precious now, and her cockhead must have been touching bottom. I couldn't imagine my petite Irish friend being any deeper than I was down there. Lucy was fucking her slowly, but with real strokes, nice and long, sliding that wet black prick eight inches out and then pushing it all the way back, holding the girl tight as she wriggled her ass and moaned around the big white cock in her mouth.

I kept sucking bitch until he was spent and then cleaned him up, gathering the remains of his orgasm and swallowing it all down happily. I sucked and licked at my faggot boyfriend until he was hard again, which was the way Mistress Stacy wanted him to stay, I thought. At least as much as possible. It had to be a little torturous for the boy, having an aching erection all the time and not being allowed to play with it. I was really glad Mistress Stacy hadn't forbidden me from playing with my pussy, that would have sucked hard.

"I'm not going to last long in this whore." Lucy said, fucking Precious harder now and faster, working her cock in and out of the girl easily. Bitch was sucking at them noisily too, drinking their fuck juices as it spilled over his tongue.

"She's a good cocksucker too." Stacy chuckled softly, breathing a little harder as Precious bobbed her head up and down, taking half that big cock before she'd gag on it and have to back off.

"Jeeze, you're so beautiful getting fucked like that, Precious." I sighed, sitting up and then leaning back, catching my breath and just watching the four of them fuck.

"I'm cumming...Fuck! Here comes your baby, whore!" Mistress Lucy warned Precious and drove her cock deep into my best friend's cunt, finding the girl's cervix I hoped, and shooting her black baby-making seed right there at the tender mouth of her womb.

"Ohhhh...Noooo fuck me! Fuck...Cum inside me you nigger bitch! Fuck you...Dirty nigger! Fuck me..." Precious was gasping and her body spasmed with pleasure as she stared at Lucy over her shoulder. Her green eyes were flashing with some strange mix of hatred and love maybe, but lust definitely as she was feeling the black shemale's thick sperm filling her cunt.

"Ohhhh...yeahhhhh..." Mistress Lucy giggled. "...Keep talking, whore. I'm planting your garden right now!"

"What? Eggplant?" Stacy laughed and Lucy groaned.

"Fuck you, home girl!" Lucy grinned. "This cunt is blacked! Who's pussy is this, whore?"

"Yours, you fucking nigger...Oh God...Give me a baby!" Precious was shaking like a leaf.

"See?" Lucy laughed. "I'm keeping this whore, she's all kinds of feisty!"

"Get her a spade tattoo, Mistress." I giggled. "Queen of spades on her pussy."

"Nah, on her belly, where everybody can see it." Lucy looked back at me and smiled.

"Let's see what color the baby is first, huh?" Stacy grinned. "Move out of the way, let a real cock in there."

"Oh God...Give me a minute...One...Minute..." Precious giggled as Lucy pulled her cock out of the girl's pussy carefully, not wanting to draw any of her sperm out with it.

"Don't you suck her, bitch!" Mistress Lucy warned him. "Let that sperm do its thing before you start eating that cream pie."

"A minute?" Stacy was shaking her head and taking Lucy's place, lining up her cock and pushing inside Precious quickly, taking sloppy seconds in my best friend's well fucked cunt. "Time's...Ugh! Up!"

"Ohhh Fuck!" Precious squirmed and arched her back against that fresh penetration and she was going to be taking all the sperm those two shemales could feed her hungry hole for the rest of the weekend, I was sure and probably longer than that, until she missed her period.

"Clean this nigger up, whore." Mistress Lucy pulled Precious to her semi-hard cock, wet and covered with the milky remains of their fuck. "You're a good little white whore now, aren't you Precious? A real whore for my nigger cock."

"Mmpphhh...Fuck you!" Precious said and then got her mouth full of black cock, mouthing it eagerly. Those two were going to have a very strange relationship, I thought.

=-=- Epilogue -=-=

Knock...Knock...Knock

My husband was knocking on the bathroom door and I glanced at it with a little frown.

"Slut? Are you guys okay in there?" He was asking softly.

"Yeah, bitch. Just...Wait a minute, okay?" I looked at Precious and she was washing her face. "Feel better?"

"No." She blinked at me in the mirror. "I didn't know it was gonna be this bad."

"At least you're getting yours in the morning. I got it all the time." I smiled, but there was little I could do to make Precious feel better. She was about a month pregnant and it had just started getting bad.

"The taxi's here, the guy's waiting." Bitch was saying. "I already got her bags out there."

"Kay." I said, "Tell him to wait. She'll be right out."

"That plane ride is going to suck." Precious tried smiling.

"Ask for extra airsick bags." I shrugged. "And just think about Mistress Lucy waiting for you down there."

"Yeah." My best friend nodded at that. "I'm going to miss you, slut."

"Don't start saying goodbye again!" I laughed. "We'll be here all day, come on. The taxi's waiting."

"Yeah, okay." Precious nodded. "You think it's safe for the baby?"

"And don't start that again either! Jesus, Precious!" I opened the door, pushing her out. "Your baby's gonna love it probably."

"I hope it's a nigger." Precious said and that was always on her mind because Stacy and Lucy had fucked her a lot, taking turns, and nobody would know what flavor Precious had until it came out.

"And watch your language, people don't get it when you talk like that." I warned her for like the hundredth time.

"Lucy does." Precious giggled. "I love her."

"Yeah, yeah, well...I'll be down for the wedding, so just stay cool, okay?" I was walking her to the door of bitch's apartment. "I'll probably have to call you Mistress Precious then, huh?"

"Heh!" Precious grinned at me and despite her sickness, the girl's green eyes were bright as ever. She was beautiful with that pregnant glow and once the morning sickness went away, she'd be awesome.

"I put extra crackers in your bag." Bitch told Precious and he was shouldering her carry-on for her.

"I wanna see pictures of your new tits when you get them." Precious told bitch.

"Yours too." Bitch grinned.

"Nah...Lucy likes my little boobs. She won't let me." Precious shrugged and we were all walking towards the taxi.

"Mistress Stacy won't let him not get them." I grinned. "He's gonna look nice with some big tits."

"He looks nice already." Precious said.

She was looking at bitch as he stood there in his skirt and heels, a maiden form bra under his blouse and his face made-up perfectly. All bitch had to do was grow his black hair out and he'd be seriously pretty, instead of just very pretty like he already was. He'd been born to be a sissy, that was obvious to us now. Stacy was turning him into a little shemale sissy cockslut and bitch and I were both happy with that.

"Don't cry now, come on." I hugged Precious tightly, kissing her cheeks. "Security at the airport takes forever, so you better get going."

"Yeah, I know." She smiled and she was crying a little. "I'm really gonna miss you."

"Me too." I blinked at my own tears. "Call me, as soon as you land. Don't wait, just call."

"Your celphone?" Precious giggled. "Will you answer it?"

"Mine?" I grinned, "Yeah, I'll make an exception for you."

"Don't believe her." Bitch was hugging Precious now, kissing her on the lips gently. "Call me."

"I will." Precious nodded.

We hugged and kissed just a little more, but the driver was getting impatient and Precious did have a plane to catch. She was transferring to the University of Florida so she could be with Lucy and that was totally romantic, but I was already missing her. At least she'd been at our wedding, a small affair when I, slut, took bitch to be my sissy husband. Mistress Stacy had found us a lesbian minister who was into weird sex and strange BDSM wedding ceremonies. She didn't even blink when bitch and I both showed up in wedding gowns. It had been pretty fun, especially the reception afterwards. Bitch hadn't been allowed to fuck me, but everyone else had done us both. Mistress Stacy had her circle of transsexual and transvestite friends, as well as a lot of straight up queers, and now they were our friends as well.

I was moving out of my dorm soon and bitch was moving out of his apartment so we could both live with Mistress Stacy fulltime and serve her. We'd still go to college, of course, and be normal most everywhere else, except for bitch being a total cross-dresser now, which had raised some eyebrows among his fellow students and the professors at law school, but he was over it. Bitch knew he was a sissy fag and so why be embarrassed about it? We were happy and the rest of the world could fuck off, as Mistress Lucy liked to say.

We watched the taxi drive away, giving Precious some little waves and blowing kisses and there was an emptiness around us then, and within us too perhaps, but we'd see her again. Mistress Stacy had promised us a long trip to Florida soon, after the school year ended and I had had my baby, and we were looking forward to it.

"Well, she's gone." I sighed and frowned a little. "I'm gonna run to my dorm. See you at Mistress Stacy's later?"

"Yeah." Bitch nodded. "You need any help?"

"Nah, I'm moving slowly." I smiled. "No rush, right? My dorm isn't kicking me out."

"My landlord is." Bitch sighed. "I had to pay to break the lease."

"I know." I kissed his cheek. "Poor baby. I'll see you later."

"Kay." Bitch kissed me on the lips and then I was off to do a little more packing.

My dorm room seemed a lot bigger without Precious in it. Too big and I clucked my tongue as I gathered some more stuff together. I was moving out one backpack at a time, a little every day, and basically living at Stacy's by then anyway. I still had my own morning sickness, but it came less and less, and now it was just indigestion more than anything else, it seemed. I was about nine or ten weeks pregnant by then and my doctor kept telling me that the middle trimester was going to put me in love with being pregnant. I hoped so.

Knock...Knock...Knock

I frowned at my door and opened it slowly, blinking in surprise as I found Amy standing there. All five foot ten of her, blonde and beautiful and perfectly formed like a Grecian goddess come to life. She was dressed nice too, not sexy, not really, but nice with a mid-thigh skirt and a tight little top in black that showed off her wonderful tits, I mean they were right there, the tops exposed and creamy and I had to tear my eyes away from them.

"Hi, uh...Heather...Right?" Amy seemed terribly nervous and I wondered what would have to happen to make a girl like that nervous about anything. She had the world on a platter, I bet. God, she was beautiful.

"Hi Amy." I said, kind of dumbly and I swallowed hard. "What, um...What's up?"

"Do you..." She looked around and leaned a little closer, enough so I could smell her.

I could smell her soap, some Camay I think, and her shampoo, which smelled like lilacs maybe, but mostly I could smell her and I felt my heart beating a little harder. It wasn't love, not really. I loved bitch, and I loved Mistress Stacy and Precious, and Mistress Lucy too. I loved all of them and I could certainly love one more, but mostly this was just lust. Amy was the girl I pined after in my sexual fantasies.

"Do I...What?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Do you really want to kiss my pussy?" Amy asked softly and her face was so pink it was perfect, as it had to be. "Like your friend said...In the shower before?"

"Oh God..." I think I came right then.

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