Chapter 2: A Trade

I met Rex at the door wearing Cathy’s panties, light blue this time, and a lacy shawl of hers that made me feel very soft and vulnerable. I know I looked ridiculous, not the least bit feminine, but it excited me to be seen as weak, unmanly, and sexually passive. I had been looking forward to being with Rex; I had hardly thought of anything else since he’d left me the day before. He obviously enjoyed belittling me as a sissy and treating me like a whore. And I had loved it too; could hardly wait for more. He did not disappoint me.

“Well, don’t you look slutty!” he greeted me, tweaking my naked nipples.

“Ow!” I gasped involuntarily before stepping aside to let him enter. It felt practically obscene to welcome this man into my house, the home I shared with my wife of many years. Immoral purposes, I thought; that’s what he’s here for. That’s what I wanted.

“Are you ready to pay your debt?” he asked as he glanced around the living room.

“Yes, please,” I said, simpering.

He strode over to the mantlepiece and picked up a framed picture of Cathy and Emma embracing, my favorite photograph, “And who are these beauties?” he mused, replacing it on the mantle. “They aren’t your family, are they?”

“My wife and daughter, Cathy and Emma,” I said. I blushed at the realization that I wanted him to appreciate them. More than that, it excited me to think he might desire them.

“Interesting ... But, they’re not here, are they? Only you, the sissy.” He turned toward me. “Show me your bedroom.”

He followed close behind me and fondled my pantie-clad ass as I led him down the hall and into the bedroom. My dick became instantly hard.

He made himself right at home and sat on the end of our queen-sized bed. “Sit,” he said, patting the bedspread beside him. I sat where he indicated, on his right, very close. He placed his hand on my naked thigh.

“You were a good girl yesterday,” he said, making me blush again; my dick was throbbing, “I fucked your face. Did you like that?”

“Oh, yes, sir, Rex!” I enthused.

“Yes, I think you did,” he replied, “And you got to swallow my load, didn’t you?”

“Yes, it was a privilege, sir!”

“I know it was. One of the things you owe me for.” He smiled enigmatically, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze. “Well, sissies like you have two pussies, right? One in front and one behind.”

I blushed even deeper, trembling a little. “Yes,” I whispered, almost breathless.

“Why don’t you crawl up onto the bed? Face the headboard.” His voice had resumed his commanding tone. “Legs apart,” he added as I complied. I felt his hand on my ass. He squeezed my right cheek.

“Nice and soft,” he said quietly. “The most feminine part of a sissy.” He slipped his hand under the panties. A finger strayed between my cheeks. It grazed my puckered flesh, making my dick and my asshole tingle. “Where you keep your pussy.” He pressed his finger against my hole. My dick was leaking precum.

Now, leaning forward, he brought his hand to my face. I could smell ass on his finger. “Open,” he said, and he put the fragrant digit into my mouth. I sucked on it gently. “Get it nice and wet,” he advised.

My mouth flooded with saliva as I swirled my tongue around his finger and sucked on it like a child on a pacifier. It felt comforting. It also made me feel like a slut; the finger, like a miniature cock, had invaded my hole, and I needed to please it, knowing all the while where it was going next: into my sissy ass-pussy. I was so excited!

In a few moments, that’s exactly what he did. He pulled those pretty panties down and slid his wet finger along my crack, stroking my virgin pucker wetly, making it slick. And then the little invader pressed into my sphincter and opened my tingling anus. I welcomed the mild assault, imagining the full-scale onslaught to come. I could hardly wait to feel his huge cock stretching me, to make a cunt out of me.

I had dreamed of this moment for a long time. I had used my big dido to explore and expand my anal receptivity and, just like my oral experiments, I had adapted quickly. But this was not a DIY experiment; Rex was calling the shots ... What if he went too fast? What if it were actually his intention to brutalize me? Fear and helplessness only increased my excitement.

And now the moment had arrived! His sawing fingers had opened up my pussy and now his blunt weapon was poised for entry. If only I could see it, I thought. I was so hopelessly enamored of Rex’s big cock. The strong attraction I had felt from the start, viewing it online, had exploded into a deep and reverent longing; since my physical encounter with it the day before, I had been pining for it like a long lost lover.

It must have been primed and ready, leaking precum, because I felt no pain when it barged into me and sounded the depths of me, reaming me with his gaping girth. No pain, only a grinding pressure and that rousing stretch that inflamed my libido and made my dick convulse in kinship with the superior one penetrating me.

I was being fucked, truly and royally fucked. As soon as Rex had worked his broad beam in to its root, he began, gently at first, to pump it in and out, causing me excruciating pleasure through my sphincter, into my dick and up my spine. My ass was on fire, waves of bliss radiating from the clinging ring that clutched at his mighty cock as he reamed me. My god, I thought, this is better than anything I had ever experienced in the man’s role. Sissy sex! Why would I want sex any other way?

To be a passive recipient of manly penetration, to bend to his will and take it, to become nothing but raw fuckmeat, that was pure bliss. I wanted to be a mindless source of pleasure, to bring him release, and receive his seed. That would be the ultimate prize - to make him cum!

His masterful fucking was reaching me deep inside, stirring me emotionally, and firing up a passion the likes of which I’d never known. Head down, ass up, I began to thrust my ass back to meet his pounding thrusts, as if I could get him even deeper inside me. No longer passive, I became an avid participant in my own emasculation. And it felt like everything I’d ever wanted: to be this man’s bitch!

Rex’s grunts were becoming groans and I knew I was bringing him off with my newly discovered abandon. His thrusts became fiercer, more erratic; his staggering, jerking, lurching lunges almost lifted me off the bed.

“Gaaarrrgh!” he growled, and I felt the seismic pulses of his orgasmic barrage course through the length of his cock, deep into the depths of me. I had made him cum! My euphoria exploded and my dick convulsed; I was coming too, spurting my sissy seed, like an echo of his manly climax.

I collapsed into my puddle of cum on the bedspread and quickly rolled over to turn and look at the cock that had claimed me. I needed to see it. I felt it had conquered me; I had happily surrendered; it owned me now.

There it was, still engorged, slightly drooping in its massive length, glistening with the slick juices of our passioned congress. Such a beautiful thing to behold, my beloved, my master, my heart’s desire. I reached out to touch it. I scrambled toward it and brought it to my lips, covering it with fervent kisses, inhaling the fumes of man-sex while tasting essences of cum and ass, of cock and cunt, of man and bitch. I was high as a fucking kite and as giddy as a schoolgirl.

Rex, breathing heavily, allowed me to make love to his cock, a bemused smile on his face. I was so grateful; I needed to show my appreciation. I also wanted - and needed - to possess this cock that had possessed me, to display my affection, to prove my devotion.