If You Can't Handle the Heat

Chris was in the corner, in a chair made for a toddler, jerking his cock. He knew he wasn't small. He knew he was capable of having a girlfriend. But he just wanted to be debased and cuckolded. And he'd discovered transsexual porn lately, and his compulsive masturbation was reaching new heights.

Today, he was watching his dominant, Elizabeth, 69 his frenemy, Morty. Chris preferred interracial porn, as did Elizabeth, but she'd taken a liking to the hung, nerdy Morty. She was gobbling his meaty, veiny pink prick with zeal, pushing her lips down on it, further and further with each thrust on it, her copious drool dripping off his ballsac. Morty's tongue, meanwhile, was buried deep in Elizabeth's pussy, and he was sucking noisily on it. He'd already made her cum twice, and she was still coaxing out his nut. She motioned Chris to come over.

"Yes, my Lady?" Chris asked. Elizabeth pulled off his prick, panting.

"Suck his balls for me," Elizabeth commanded. Chris sat back on his heels. Part of him wanted to do it. His cock most of all, which was suddenly at full attention. But part of him wasn't ready. Part of him was still too new to transsexual porn to process the thought of sucking cock. Elizabeth watched him intently, stroking Morty's big prick. Finally, she dismissed him.

"No orgasms, Chris. Why don't you go cook us something to eat after we're done. I think Morty will probably stay the night. You'd like that, wouldn't you, pet?"

"Yes my Lady," Chris said, his face burning in shame. When he left, she was redoubling her efforts to get Morty to cum.