Chapter 10: Brian Becomes a Sissy, Part 3

Brian woke up the night after he’d finally consummated his affair with the beguiling, slender university student he’d fallen head over heels for still in his bed. His surprised grunt woke Helena, who smiled at him.

“So, it seems you can learn how to fuck like a pro. Are you okay?” She asked teasingly. “Being bossed around by a skinny young woman didn’t bruise your man-ego too much?”

“You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Brian responded, wanting to get under Helena’s skin. If the truth were told, his ego did feel a little bruised. Brian’s typical way was to take what he wanted, with any pleasure experienced by the woman purely coincidental. Helena’s stubborn insistence that he made it as good for her as it was for him went against his innate selfishness. Brian was tall, good-looking, and rich. He expected women to throw themselves at him, and he was rarely disappointed.

“That’s nice, but you’re not even in my top ten,” Helena replied disparagingly, annoyed by his attitude.

Rage boiled through Brian. He was no longer horny, and his typical boorish behaviour towards women threatened to appear. The only thing that prevented him from lashing out was that Helena was such a good fuck and filled his thoughts daily. However, he did instinctively raise his right hand as if to backhand her across the face.

“If you lay a hand on me in anger, you’d better never sleep in my presence again,” Helena said coldly. “Because if you do, I’ll clock you over the head with a frying pan while you’re asleep, and then cut your dick and balls off!”

“I wasn’t going to!” Brian said protestingly.

“Sure, because nobody ever raises their hand in anger when they’re not planning to whack someone,” Helena said sarcastically.

“I was angered by what you said,” Brian begrudgingly admitted. “That was an uncalled for, low blow.”

Helena grabbed his flaccid shaft, which started to inflate. “You have potential, and if you’re willing to learn, you might make it into my top five.”

Helena teased him purposefully because if he was violent, she needed to know now. She’d decided he was husband material, but not if he would beat her. The problem was that she suspected, as so many women do, that she had chosen a man to marry who was too much like her father.

“Fuck you!” Brian yelled, despite enjoying Helena’s hand on his cock.

“You already did!” Helena retorted. “Several times!”

“Why are you being such a bitch?”

“Why have you returned to being a self-centred, egotistical asshole?”

“I was like this when you first met me!”

“And I was like this! It’s why I stormed out on you twice! Now, am I storming out? Or are we fucking again?”

Brian was stunned. “Umm, well, we’re fucking, of course. Would you like to be on top?”

“Let me wash my pussy so you can eat me out as I suck your dick. Then I’ll ride you like I stole you!”

“Let’s shower together.”

“Will you wash me?”

“Yes.”

“Deal!”

Brian showed her to bathroom. He turned the water on and stood nervously, wondering what to do or say. Helena hadn’t released his cock, and he was intensely aware of her hand gently tugging his throbbing shaft. Helena grinned at his discomfort and reached out her hand. The water was warm enough, so she stepped into the water, pulling Brian after her. Helena washed Brian’s turgid shaft and his tight balls before kneeling and taking his dick into her mouth. Her hand cupped his balls as her finger probed along Brian’s perineum and onto his chocolate starfish.

Brian was quite homophobic, not knowing that being so quite often came from being a closeted, latent homosexual. He regularly masturbated to tranny porn, but thought that was a normal thing for straight guys to do. However, Helena had rimmed him the previous night, and to his surprise, he found it darkly erotic and extremely arousing. Brian spread his legs to give Helena better access to his little dark star. He wanted to grab her head and ram his throbbing cock into her throat, but he’d started to understand that if he let Helena control the process, his orgasms were much more intense.

Sure enough, only a few minutes later, Brian felt his balls tightening against his shaft, ready to erupt their load into his dick. He suspected Helena would try to feed it back to him via a kiss and wanted to head that thought off. “About to cum!” He said, panting.

It made no difference. Helena waited until the first spurt hit her mouth and then squeezed his balls tightly. The sudden pain added a piquant spice to Brian’s climax, and he roared as his entire body shuddered with his release. Helena stood, and Brian surrendered to the inevitable. He remained stoic and returned Helena’s kiss with passion even though she used her tongue to push his semen into his mouth. Brian didn’t want to swallow, so he accepted it and then pushed it back into Helena’s. Her almost feral growl told him he’d excited her, and he wasn’t surprised when she bent over and placed her hands against the shower glass.