Let them shave you

“Ok, Airman, spread your legs wide, and lay still.” She glances at her mother one last time and then picks up the scissors. She gingerly takes a hold of your cock and balls and moves them around as she carefully trims all of your pubic hair.

Then squirting the shaving cream into her hand, she starts to rub it all over the whole area. You can’t help it or control it any more. Your cock starts to bounce up and down like a puppy begging to be played with.

“You fucking pervert!” Colonel Hancock hisses.

Britney smirks and keeps going, pushing your hard-on to one side and then the other as she coats you in cream. She then wipes her hands on one of the towels and picks up the razor and looks you in the eye. “Ready to look prettier in your panties?”

Without waiting for an answer, she starts to shave away all of the stubble. A few minutes later, and she is done. Britney steps back and looks down at you. “Look at that! Now you can wear panties like a real girl. You will look much prettier!”

Your face turns red again. She is definitely getting more confidant in her role.

“Well done, baby, he DOES look much prettier, doesn’t he? It was SUCH a good idea!” Colonel Hancock is positively beaming.

“Well, slut. What do you say?”

“Thank you, Airman Stone. Thank you for, umm, doing that, for making me more, umm, pretty”

Britney smiles to herself, and at Colonel Hancock. You notice that she is rubbing her thighs together as she finishes up.

“Ok, slut. Get this mess cleaned up and meet us downstairs.” Colonel Hancock turns to Britney and says “Come on, darling, lets go celebrate!”

By the time you get downstairs, they are back out on the patio, drinking wine.

“Come and kneel down here, ****. Right here where we can see you, and where you can serve us.” Colonel Hancock commands you.

“Yes, kneel right here. I want a foot massage!” Britney joins in.

Kneeling on the deck, in front of her chair, you lift Britney’s right foot and start to rub it. After a few minutes of mixed kissing, licking, rubbing, you gently put her foot down and start on the left one.

Colonel Hancock complements Britney, “Well, I can see you are getting into this, darling. I can’t tell you how pleased I am, how much it excites me. For the second evening in a row, my panties are soaked.”

“Oh, mom, gross!” Britney squirms in her chair.

“There is nothing wrong with us enjoying our dominance. If it turns us on, and it does, then our reaction is completely normal. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it with me, and you certainly don’t have to be embarrassed in front of Airman Doe. He is a sissy. My ****. Our ****. His thoughts are immaterial, ok?”

Britney smiles and pushes you over with her foot.

“Nice, darling!” Colonel Hancock encourages her, “Now, I’d like you to show me, what you’ve learned.”

Britney looks you in the eyes, “Stand up, sissy. Show us your pretty, smooth, cock and balls. Jack yourself off for us, but no cumming. No cumming until we say!”

They watch intently, smiling at each other, as your fingers move up and down your shaft. You decide to risk giving them a little more of a show. With your other hand, you reach down and start to play with your balls, rolling them around, squeezing them gently.

“Oh yessss, that’s nice. Show us what a sick fuck you are”, Colonel Hancock whispers. Both Britney and you look in her direction and you are amazed to see her legs slightly parted and that she is gently stroking her slit through her panties.

“MOM!”

“Oh baby, it’s ok. I am just so turned on by how this is turning out. You are going to be a wonderful dominant, and I am sorry, but having Airman Doe serving us, degrading himself just for us. Well. Why wouldn’t I be wet and excited?”

“Well, I know, but jeez. I hope you don’t expect me to do it in front of you?”

“Of course not, but if you want to, one day, I want you to feel comfortable. Just know that I will never criticize you for it and, if you do, I can assure you it will be intense **** for your sissy.”

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. This is craziness!” Britney laughs, and then returns her attention to your stroking.

“How does it feel, panty ****?” Britney smirks, “I can’t believe I am asking this, but are you close?”

“Yes, Miss Britney, Thank you. I am, it’s as much as I can do to not, umm, climax”

“Good. Then slow down, but don’t stop. I want to watch. I want to watch the sissy jacking off for me.”

You do as she asks, and slow way down. You has to be incredibly careful. One slight change in the pressure of your fingers, one slight change in pace, and you think you would has shot your load right onto her body in front of you.

Britney’s cheeks are flush. Her knees are rubbing together. She quietly, lightly, traces her finger tips across her t-shirt, over the tips of her nipples. Just a couple of times, but it is unmistakable.

Suddenly, she jumped up. “Ok, ****, you can stop now. I am going to bed!” With a rushed kiss for her mother, she run off to bed. Colonel Hancock giggles and then instructs you to go to bed as well.