Chapter 8
Back to Queens
In the taxi to Queens, Mr. Jenkins reverted to the jocular "buddy-buddy" persona I had seen for just a minute. Lori was totally right, I could feel his posture toward me changing, but though I longed for it, I wasn't really scheming; it just happened. I could tell from his eyes that he no longer saw me as just the humiliated cuckold husband.
When I looked there now, I could see some of the lust and desire he showed when he looked at my wife. This gave my sissy clit a twinge and made my ass muscles gulp around my plug. I honestly wanted him for myself, but unlike my wife, I was happy to share, knowing it was the most I could hope.
"You're going to love watching me fuck this slut, sissy. She's so fucking wild. You know, she's a slut, not a submissive, like you two. I can't strike her or make her obey commands. It's a 'straight fuck.' The most she will do is beg for my cock, which she'll do the moment we get there, hohoho!" That did sound delicious to me; I had only ever seen Mr. Jenkins as the strict Dom. Watching him in the wild, as it were, gave me another little twinge. I couldn't really get over this chummy manner. It was really disconcerting, but I was kind of enjoying being his buddy.
"Yes, Sir, I'd love that, but why are you bringing me along, Sir?"
"See, that's the thing sissy, she asked me to. She was fascinated by your reaction to the whole thing today and your willingness to... snip-snip." He said, as he pantomimed a scissors gesture. "I told you, you're my lucky charm."
He was caressing my thigh, and, amazingly, he reached between my legs like he was expecting a pussy to be there. But when he bumped his hand into my cage, he moved it away as if surprised. He flicked at my cage, and I squeaked from the shock and the pain on what was left of my peenie. I was flowing precum, from the time I saw that look in his eyes. I was well on my way to ruining another pair of pretty panties.
He moved away from the "danger zone." And, I thought of how much nicer it would be for him to have a smooth surface there and just the tiny nub of my clitty. He reached into my panties and retrieved a dollop of my precum and brought his fingers to my mouth, with the other he reached my plug and began tugging on it, lightly not quite pulling it out, but creating pressure on my sphincter. I sucked eagerly on his fingers, while a spread my leg as wide as possible to allow him access.
I was cooing and moaning with my mouth wrapped around his fingers when he worked the fat end of the plug just past my ring, then pushed it back in. As he did this, he reached into his bag fished out the remote and turned my plug on. He cycled thru until it got to my favorite long-long-short pulsing, and matched its rhythm fucking me with it. The feeling was intoxicating, I was ready to come right there. But... how could I ask permission? Then, he whispered in my ear, "Go ahead and come, my sissy faggot."
I came with my tiny penis straining in its even tinier cage, filling up my pretty panties with sissy cum. He pulled his fingers out and reached in for some and fed it to me. I loved the feeling of sucking his fingers, which only reminded me of sucking his beautiful cock. I leaned into his neck and whispered, "Thank you, Sir, that was wonderful, oooh, thank you. You are always so generous to me!" I was in a trance for the rest of the ride.
We were soon back at Bob's emporium, where Bob and Angel had a loft apartment above the shop. Angel let us in, and led us upstairs through the store. Along the way, she casually picked up a few things. One was a strap-on, a penis-shaped gag, lube, and a small cat-o-nine-tails.
Once in the apartment, she led us to their "playroom," which was like a sex jungle gym. It was a large, well-appointed room with racks, sex swings and couches all over; she led us to a circular white armless couch in the center of the room, shaped like a C.
She offered us drinks, and Mr. Jenkins nodded to me indicating it was okay. He ordered a gin and tonic, and I was about to say I'd have the same, but he ordered me a pink passion, which I had never heard of, but was sure would be a girly drink. When she brought the drinks, I thought to myself, "a dungeon with a full bar," just as I sipped my drink complete with little umbrellas, which made me giggle girlishly.
They both looked over at me and grinned at each other. She had me stand up for inspection and I twirled around for her, doing my best to be girly. She turned to Mr. Jenkins and said, "what is your cute sissy daughter's name?"
"Tell her your name, sissy! She's a little shy."
"It's Michelle," I said, in as girly a voice as I could muster, and looking toward the ground, like a shy girl.
"That's a pretty name for a pretty sissy girl, like you. Do you want to watch me suck your Daddy's big cock, sissy?" The idea of calling him Daddy had not occurred to me, but it was making me hot already.
"Yes, Ma'am! I would love that."
"Help your Daddy get undressed, sissy honey." I eagerly complied. I took off his clothes with his help and his glorious body was before us, and as usual my eyes were glued that cock.
"Thank you, sissy," she said and gestured for me to kneel, indicating a spot near Daddy.
She knelt next to me looking up at the beautiful cock she was about to put in her mouth, when he stopped her.
"You know the rules, bitch!"
"May I suck your cock." She said, in a casual way, and... that was it; she didn't even say "Sir," before she was putting his massive head in her mouth, licking on the knob. I looked up at Daddy with quizzical look. He closed his eyes and gave a 'hey, what're ya gonna do?' shrug.
Angel was a small very thin and lithe girl. She had a pixie aura about her. She was really cute in a quirky way, but it was hard to imagine how she might have looked originally. The tattoos were really a distraction. They took up most of the available space on her skin.
