Fulfilling Elizabeth

Douglas knocked on the door, once more at the appointed time.

"Very good, sissy," Jordan said, opening the door. Inside, Elizabeth, Mira and Monique were all already present, both transsexuals completely hard. Jordan was hard himself, and Elizabeth was almost ready to pop at this point, her belly hugely swollen with Monique's son. Jordan noticed this.

"How do you think your ex-wife looks with a Black baby in her belly, sissy?" Jordan asked.

"Bigger than I remember ..." Douglas admitted.

"I wonder why that is," Jordan said dryly. He laid on the bed, his big cock standing straight up. "Do you want my cock or her pussy more, sissy?" Douglas tried to swallow, though his own mouth was very dry. He stayed silent, his face burning. "Answer."

"C-c-c-c-c-cock," Douglas finally stammered out.

"Goooood sissy," Jordan said. "Such a powerful admission, isn't it? The truth will set you free. Perhaps you should apologize to her, hm? For putting her through such a charade of a marriage."

"I'm s-s-s-s-sorry," Douglas stuttered, broken in this moment, but so very, very hard. Elizabeth wasn't sure what to think, nodding briefly, then going over to Jordan, straddling his king cobra, pushing her pussy down it in one fluid stroke. Then Monique climbed onto the bed, her cock level with Elizabeth's mouth. Grateful for it, Elizabeth started to bob her head up and down Monique's cock. And then finally, Mira sidled up behind Elizabeth's firm, round ass, spreading the cheeks and pushing her long brown cock into Elizabeth's ass, making her hiss out sharply. And then the three worked as one.

"You see, sissy," Jordan said. "Your wife is finally fulfilled. And you ... you are beneath us. Beneath all of us. So jerk that little dick of yours, and go cry in your room. But your place will be as the house sissy. Now ... get to work, sissy. We don't expect you to last more than five minutes."