Certified Lover Boy

After 3 weeks, you get a call. It's Sophie, asking you to head back to LA. Looks like your second vacation is over.

When you arrive at the mansion, and let yourself in, Sophie awaits you in the hall. She's wearing a short, red dress with a black belt around her waist, looking as hot as ever. No wonder the Drizzler jizzed into that, you think to yourself.

"I hope you had a nice trip. She smiles at you, and leads you into the living room, where two empty cups and a trivet sit on the glass table. "Please, take a seat." She gestures to the place on the couch right next to her.

You sit down. "So, where is Drake? How is he?"

Sophie just smiles at you, and claps her hands.

Your eyes go wide, as what used to be Drake enters the room. He's wearing a frilly French maid outfit, but it's entirely pink and white. And he looks more feminine than ever, with thick, red lipstick and mascara on his face. His eyelashes seem longer too. White stockings go almost all the way up to his skirt, showing off some of his thick thighs underneath it. He walks carefully, balancing a silver tray with a steaming pot of what you assume, by the smell of it, to be coffee, while at the same time wearing pink high-heels. Granted, they're not the tallest you've ever seen, but probably still something you'd have to get used to first.

You turn to Sophie, sheer horror written across your face.

She sighs. "I know, I know. He's still terrible in heels." She reaches under the table and produces a riding crop.

Once Drake has set the pot down on the trivet, she gives him a sharp smack on the rear with it. "Bad form sissy!"

Drake moans in the girliest voice you've ever heard from him. "I'm sorry mistress." He bows before you and kneels down besides the table.

"What the fuck have you done to him?" You're just about ready to run out of the house and back to Atlanta.

Sophie smiles at you. "Oh you mean this?" She picks up the hem of his skirt. "Listen, I'll tell you all

about my plans for our little dribbler here (did she mean to say Drizzler?) but now, there is something I need you to take care of first." She leans against you, pushing her fat, soft breasts against your arm, while trailing the abs under your shirt with a finger, "Me."

Without further warning, she leans in, pressing her lips to yours. She tastes of cherries, as her tongue invades your mouth. You debate for a split second whether to push her off or not, but your cock has other plans. All thoughts of resistance leave your body, as it's straining against its confinement.

You grab the whore and pull her onto your lap. She obliges happily, straddling you without her tongue ever leaving yours.

Drake just continues to kneel next to the table, while you continue to tongue-fuck the juicy, red lips of his baby momma. "Don't mind him stud." Sophie draws your gaze back to her. "He'll get what he needs later. For now, mommy needs a real man to fuck her silly." See unfastens the belt from her dress. "I've been holed up in this place with that little sissy for three weeks. When I almost jumped the pizza guy, I knew I had to call you. Here, feel that?" She takes your hand and guides it under her dress and between her legs, she's dripping wet and hot as an oven.

You both fumble away your last remaining pieces of clothing, during which she threw your boxers at Drake's face, when she finally pushes her smoldering pussy lips against your swollen cockhead.

She grabs the crop and places its tip under Drake's chin, lifting it up for him to see the two of you. "Look at him sissy, look at what a real cock looks like, and what it can do to a woman."

Drake looks almost impassive. But only almost. You notice the clenched fists, as Sophie slowly impales herself on your rod. You notice the glistening, wet eyes, when Sophie bottoms out, letting out a loud scream of approval. You notice the clenched teeth, as Sophie begins to ride you hard and fast.

After 10 Minutes of fucking, she tightens up around you, cumming and squirting all over your cock. You haven't climaxed yet, so you wonder why this bitch is getting off your dick.

"Trust me, this is a good lesson for him." She gets the crop and positions herself besides Drake. "He needs to learn how to do this, and I couldn't show him until now."

You're not as sure about this as she is. But fuck, your cock pulses and aches. You need to cum soon.

"Debby. Finish the job your mistress started!" She commands him, as she wacks his ass.

Before you have time to reconsider, 'Debby' has kneeled down between your legs. He hesitates for a second, regarding the big, black monster cock with awe. The pussy juices of Sophie glisten along its length.

Sophie cracks the crop onto the table. "NOW, SISSY!"

Drake dives in, and you close your eyes. Fuck it. Debby looks almost like a bitch at least, and even though it's probably his first time with the real deal, he is weirdly proficient at this.

You feel his lips expertly glide down around your cock. Going faster and faster, cleaning you of his mistress' juices.

Another crack. "Don't forget the balls! Worship the genes they contain! After all, they are far superior to yours!"

Debby gobbles down on your balls, kissing them and sucking them into his mouth one after another.

"NO!" Another crack, this time on his back. You open your eyes to see what happened. Debby's hand comes up between his legs, looks like he was trying to touch himself. "Seems like you WANT to get caged again", Sophie hisses, as Debby whimpers with one of your nuts in his mouth, before returning his attention to your cock.

"Fuck, I'm cumming! Keep going bitch!", you bellow, grabbing hold of Debby's head. He screams around your cock, as you plunge your meatpole all the way into his throat, filling it with rope after rope of thick, salty sperm.

He sputters, clearly **** on your cum. It shoots out around his mouth and from his nose, as tears stream down his face. You don't give a fuck, and ride your orgasm into his face.

When he comes up for air, he caughs and cries like a pathetic little bitch. Sophie was right. This sissy needs more training..."