The Third Blowjob

You give yourself a few strokes but **** yourself to stop, deciding to watch some TV while you wait. Half an hour later, you're completely soft and about to doze off. What's taking him so long?

Just then you hear the door shut and see him awkwardly trying to step forward. The white dress looks incredibly awkward on such a big guy, and his feet barely fit in the heels. Speaking of the heels, he clearly has no idea how to walk in them, and needs to keep a hand on the railing at all times. As he gets closer, you notice the protrusion of a bra beneath his dress, but more importantly, you notice the look of utter humiliation on his made up face. You once again start to feel sorry for him, but then you remember how utterly pathetic he was acting. He could have easily called off the game, but instead he chose to do this. He wants this. Not only that, he's going to get off on it.

"Hahahaha! You should see yourself! You look fucking ridiculous!"

"What? But I put so much effort into it?" Now he's even more upset.

"Well, you better put twice as much effort into your blowjob, slut."

That last word seems to excite him more than anything else, and you see he is clearly taking his time undressing you. His eyes widen in surprise at how hard you are when your dick pops out.

"Yeah, that's a proper alpha cock you see right there," You're sounding more forceful now. "Go on now and apologize to it properly, missy."

He almost entirely engulfs it with his mouth, bringing back the awesome sensations you had already felt a few times this past week. You place your hand on his long blond hair, making sure to push him down with a bit of **** whenever he doesn't go deep enough. After a few tries, he doesn't even gag anymore, taking you fully into his throat.

"Good girl, you're making me feel much better."

He doubles his efforts when you say this, making sure to use his hands to stroke your shaft when his mouth isn't there. He's learning quickly - at this point he's about as good as any girl. In fact, he's gotten so good he doesn't even need to take you out of his mouth at all.

You're going to change that. You roughly pull him off your cock and notice a brief look of disappointment on his face.

"Lick my balls, you cunt," You push his soft face into your hairy sack, loving every moment as he massages each testicle individually with is small mouth.

"Oh yeah, suck those balls. Those are alpha balls and girls don't have alpha balls, aren't I right? You'll need every opportunity possible to get familiar with what you don't have. Fuck, you're good at this! You know, you were probably made for this. You were made to be a sissy cocksucker, you hear me? Oh! I'm gonna cum, Bob! I'm gonna cum all over your sissy face!"

Shot after shot fires from your masculine balls onto his girly face, decorating it into the painting it was meant to be. That was utterly incredible, you think, taking a few moments for yourself to relax.

Then you look over at Bob, who is still kneeling in that ridiculous dress, cum dripping off his cheeks. He's keeping his eyes closed, not making an effort to clean up, he's just lost in thought. He's thinking about what he just did. He's thinking about what a sissy slut he is, and he can't come to terms with it. He's starting to get angry at himself for going through with this. You know you have an opportunity now to make him feel better. The question is, will you take it?