Dinner and a Show

"Wake up." Jen was awoken by the voice of an angel. It was the same voice that had made her feel safe and loved but now filled her with humiliation and shame. She could feel the silky material of the pink nightie she was forced to wear to bed every night rubbing against her freshly smooth nails. From her painted toenails to her growing her all her humiliating feminization came from that one voice and she loved it even if she could barely admit it to herself.

She looked up, bleary eyed in the morning light, at Tammy who was staring down at her. Jen found she was sore from sleeping on the couch and as she got up, she did so with difficulty. The couch had become her bed ever since Tammy told her she wanted the bed to be free in case she brought some lucky guy home. After all Jen really didn't even have a place in that bed any longer.

"Good morning, Jen. I want you to start the day by eating me out." Jen was excited by the chance to taste her goddess. These days it was the only sort of sexual attention she got, and she enjoyed every minute of it. Jen watched silently as Tammy made herself comfortable on the chair beside the couch. Jen got on her knees and moved over to her waiting for her to open her legs and let her get to work. Tammy slowly moved one leg to the arm of the chair and then the other and Jen watched a sadistic smile grow across her face as she took out her cell phone.

Jen crawled between her legs and could smell her musk. She could tell she had been touching herself before she came out of the bedroom because of her swollen wet lips. She tried to kiss Tammy's thighs but after the first one Tammy grabbed her head and shoved her into her sex. She was already soaked, and Jen began licking away as she had been taught. Her tongue explored her perfect pussy, and Jen felt her cage twitch. Above her Tammy began to moan and taking the cue Jen moved to her clit and began to suck and flick it. The taste was a little off but the chance to get any time with her pussy was too much for her to pass up and so she kept going and tried to listen to Tammy moan.

Jen suddenly became aware of a ringing sound and as she looked up, she saw that Tammy was on her cellphone. The look of mischief on her face sent a chill down Jen's spin and yet her cage grew even tighter than it already had been. "Ssshhh" whispered Tammy. Jen had stopped licking and suddenly felt Tammy's free hand return to the back of her head as she began to grind onto Jen's tongue. What could she be doing? Was she going to send someone a video?

"Hello." The voice on the other end of the line sounded familiar to Jen but it was hard to hear through the thighs over her ears that muffled the sound a little. "I didn't think I'd hear from you again so soon?" It was then that Jen placed the voice. It was her best friend Bruce on the line. Jen wasn't sure what this was about, but she knew that whatever it was it couldn't be good.

"Oh, I was just thinking about you and wanted to know if maybe you wanted to do it again sometime?" Tammy's voice was calm and clear and gave not the slightest hint that at that moment she was getting eaten out by her slave.

"I'd love too! Would you just want to go out for drinks or go back to yours for some fun again?" The smile on Tammy's face was the direct opposite of the horror on Jen's face as she realized what she was hearing and why Tammy tasted a little funny. Had Tammy really fucked her best friend? Had her best friend fucked her fiancé?

Almost as if to dispel any doubt Tammy responded "oh yeah, we can come back here and fuck again. Besides it's not like I'm getting it from Jen anymore." She laughed as she humiliated Jen in front of her oldest friend. Jen tried to pull away and stop tasting what was surely the cum of her best friend, but Tammy grabbed her head and grinded even harder against her face. The humiliation Jen felt was the worst to date and for some reason she loved it. The cage was tight now and she was rubbing against the bars almost as hard as the pussy was on her tongue. She wanted to stop but knew she couldn't, so she kept going and lapped up the remains of the night before between her goddess and best friend.

"Are you sure Jen is fine with it?" Bruce sounded legitimately worried that he might have crossed a line.

"No, she's fine with it! Now that she's becoming a woman, she lets me find men to give me what she can't. I'll tell you what I will talk to her and I'm sure she will not only be fine with it but also be willing to give us her blessing." The look on her face was like a shifting mirage between pleasure and cruelty. Jen continued to lick as more and more cum leaked out onto her lips. Hearing her goddess make plans like this with her best friend and tasting his cum was all too much for her and suddenly she felt her balls begin to tighten as she dribbled out a sad puddle from her cage.

"Ok. If he's, I mean she's cool with it I'd love to do that again." Both noticed how eager Bruce sounded.

The call continued for several minutes before Bruce had hung up and plans had been made for later in the week. Jen felt hands pull her face away from Tammy's sex. "How does it taste slut? I'm sure you will love it. He's bigger than you and deserves my pussy more than you. If you ever wonder which of us your friends prefer, just remember that taste. Now go make me breakfast and nothing for you since you've already eaten."

Jen got up to go to the kitchen and begin the familiar chore of making Tammy breakfast. After a few minutes she heard Tammy enter the kitchen behind her and as she turned to look at, she could see that Tammy was holding something in her hand. "You forgot this slave." Before Jen could ask any questions Tammy forced her hand into her mouth. Jen felt the slimy substance touch her tongue and knew it was her cum from earlier. She reflexively opened her mouth and took it in and tried not to gag as she swallowed it. "Now I don't want to hear you say you don't like it anymore after you literally came from tasting our sex."

The next week was more torture than usual for Jen. Tammy continued to make jokes about how any of Jen's friends could have her and all Jen could do was clean up after them. Late in the week Tammy made her message Bruce and tell him that she was thrilled that she was spending time with Tammy and to prove it she would make the two of them dinner. Tammy told her that she was not only going to make dinner for Bruce and her but she was also to serve it to them and there was to be nothing on that night so Jen would be forced to listen to the two of them fuck.

When the day finally came Jen had gotten everything, she needed to make her goddess and new lover a wonderful pasta dinner. Before she was able to begin Tammy sauntered into the room in a stunning black dress, her legs and ass looked amazing. It had been one of Jen's favorites for her to wear out on date nights and she knew that there was no way that it was coincidence she was wearing now for Bruce. "You aren't dressed for the occasion and Bruce will be here any minute. Go change into something girly and put on that pink apron I bought you!" The edge in Tammy's voice was unmistakable and Jen didn't dare argue.

"Yes goddess." Jen went to the room she once shared with Tammy and found that on the bed was a short skirt, a crop top, fishnets, and high heels. She couldn't believe that Bruce was going to see her like this but then again what about what was going to happen that evening was what she wanted? She didn't know what was worse that her best friend was going to fuck her fiancé or the fact that she was going to have to seemingly encourage it. She tried not to think too hard about it as she changed and made her way back out to the kitchen.

It wasn't long after she started that the door rang and Tammy called for her to go answer it. Her walk to the door felt like an eternity. The shame had once again made her clitty start to twitch. She slowly opened the door and found Bruce looking stunning. He wasn't dressed flashily, but he had clearly cleaned himself up better than Jen had ever seen. "Come in. Tammy is waiting for you in the living room." Jen tried to sound feminine as Tammy had taught her. She could swear that Bruce tried not to laugh as he said "Thanks buddy. Supper smells great."

Jen returned to the kitchen, but the sounds from the other room turned her stomach and seemed to make her cage shrink. There was laughter and the clinking of glasses and occasionally she could swear she heard them kissing. She didn't dear go in for fear of what she might find and because it might make Tammy mad and that was the last thing she wanted tonight.

When supper was nearing completion Tammy walked into the kitchen. "Is it almost ready? I know I am, come here." Tammy took Jen's hand and slipped it up her dress revealing not only that she wasn't wearing panties but that she was soaking wet. "You never do this to me." As she slipped Jen's fingers into her own mouth she leaned in and whispered "I know he's as hard as I am wet, I've felt it a few times in there. Soon I'll feel it in me." As she turned to walk away Jen continued to suck on her fingers wishing she could get on her knees and service her right there in the kitchen on the floor. She wished things were different and that it was her in the living room with Tammy.

When Jen brought dinner to the table, she found that the others were already sitting there. Bruce looked surprised and went to adjust in his chair before he stopped himself. Tammy never broke eye contact with Jen and it was clear that they were doing something, but it took her a moment to realize that Tammy's hand was below the table and Bruce looked a little flustered. Jen pretended not to notice but her cage was beginning to strangle her clitty. As she put the food on the plate Tammy moved her hands to the table and reached over and placed the one that had been below on to Jen's check. "Thank you, sweetheart." There was no mistaking the smell and before she could move away Tammy made sure to move her thumb across Jen's lip.

The dinner conversation was remarkably normal given the circumstances, but the meal was pleasant and despite knowing what was going to follow Jen tried to let herself enjoy it. When the dinner was reaching its conclusion Tammy asked a pointed question to Jen. "What are you going to do tonight?" there was not a hint of malice in the question but to Jen it was clear that the implication was to remind her of what comes next, or more accurately who cums next.

"I'm just going to finish a few chores and then go to bed. You?" Jen regretted asking as soon as she had but it was a force of habit.

"Bruce and I are going to retire to the bedroom for the night. I'm sure you can clean this up so I will wish you a good night now. Sleep well darling." With that she reached below the table again and she helped Bruce up with one hand on his crotch the whole time. Bruce blushed and said "Goodnight."

After the two of them went to the bedroom Jen tried to begin her nightly chores but curiosity got the better of her and she went to listen at the door to hear what was going on in her old bedroom. At first it was quiet, and Jen almost thought they were asleep before she heard a moan, a man's moan, then a pop sound and she knew what was going on. Tammy was blowing her best friend before they fucked in her bed. "Wow your good." Bruce sounded almost out of breath already. "Thanks, I've had lots of practice. Not with Jen though." They both laughed and Jen's stomach dropped, and she knew if she stood there listening more than likely she would make herself sick.

Jen Tried to go back to her chores but a few minutes she could hear them start fucking. It started with the sound of the bed creaking and then it was her moaning. Soon she was screaming things "You're so much bigger than Jen", "You fuck me way better than she ever did" "Oh my god you're so good, don't stop." Jen tried to focus on her work but the sounds of pleasure she had never heard Tammy make while they were together kept her distracted and her clitty straining.

After an hour or so it quieted down, and she continued on with her chores and was nearly finished with the living room when the noises started again. This time it was even louder, and Tammy was calling Bruce an animal, a sex machine, amazing, all of these were things that Jen had always wished that Tammy would say to her. The second rounded lasted longer than the first and there was no question that Tammy had cum on that cock more than once. Her cries of passion were a sickening mixture of humiliation and pleasure for Jen.

Almost an hour later it was quiet again and Jen only had the kitchen left to clean. When she began to scrub the floor, the noise started for the third time and Jen was in awe, she barely lasted two minutes with Tammy the thought of going multiple rounds was unheard of let alone giving her multiple orgasms. She was again screaming from the bedroom about how good and big Bruce was and Jen wondered if it was true. She figured it had to be at least somewhat true based on what she was hearing. She wished it could be her in that room and getting Tammy off but if she was honest with herself, she knew that if it was her then those noises would not be coming out of Tammy.

When it finally quieted down again Jen wondered if maybe they were done. Her stomach twisted in knots with humiliation, but she loved it. She hated to admit it but the meaner that Tammy was to her the more beautiful she found her. Lately it seemed like there would be no end to her cruelty and it both delighted and frightened Jen in equal measures.

The sound of the bedroom door opening made Jen almost jump. What if it was Bruce leaving after having his fun? How could he look him in the face when they both knew what they had heard? What would they say? Was it better to just pretend nothing strange was going on or better yet just pretend not to notice each other as he slipped out?

A small sigh escaped for Jen when she saw Tammy had walked into the kitchen. "The floor looks good slave. It looks like you missed a spot so be sure to get that before you go to bed." Her gown was loosely fitting, and Jen could swear as she looked at her, she could see a handprint on Tammy's neck and a bite mark on her shoulder. Her hair was a mess, her lipstick was nearly rubbed completely off, and her eyeliner was running. Jen didn't think she had ever looked as beautiful as she did in that moment, but she would hate to admit it.

Tammy walked close to Jen still kneeling on the floor and leaned over. almost exposing her perfect breasts and whispered in Jen's ear. "It can't get much lower for you, can it?" With that she opened her gown, and it was immediately clear how wet Tammy's sex was.

Without another word she put her leg over Jen's shoulder and shoved her pussy in Jen's face. She began to clean the mess left behind by Tammy's evening with Bruce. Jen hated the slimy texture, and the taste was salty, but she couldn't stop, or Tammy would punish her for sure. Tammy continued to put more of her weight on Jen's face and started to grind against her tongue using it like a toy. Jen could feel the cum coating her face, but she did her best to get as much as she could into her mouth. She found that as she ate her out the humiliation of it all started to get her so horny she couldn't help herself and grab Tammy's hips and started to lap at her pussy as fast as she could. Jen felt like she was going to break out of the cage that held her prisoner and before she could stop it, she felt her balls start to tighten and she came.

Tammy began to shutter and as she shook even more cum fell out of her and onto Jen's face. As she climbed off, she took a look at Jen's and saw what a sorry state she was in. Her make up was running and mixed into it all was both her and Bruce's cum. "I guess it could get worse for you after all. Now I want you to get back to work and don't wash that off I want you to smell our sex all night. Have a goodnight slave I have a real man to get back to." With that she walked away and returned to the bedroom.

Jen was alone again on the kitchen floor. She reached down and felt the floor where she had left a small puddle of cum. She was humiliated beyond words. She was forced to cook her best friend and her fiancé dinner before listening to them fuck. She was cleaning up a puddle of cum she had made while cleaning up their union on the floors she was forced to clean. The worst part was that she couldn't even claim that she didn't like it as she had climaxed to the whole thing. Was this just the beginning of the two of them doing this on a regular basis? What would he tell her other friends about the whole ordeal?

By the time Jen had finished cleaning the kitchen it was time for bed. She made her way into the living room which shared a wall with the bedroom. She hoped that if they were to go for another round, she would already be asleep but with the way Jen had been screaming she knew there was little chance of that. She couldn't believe that this was what her life had come to all because she had a small humiliation fetish and now Tammy had run wild with it. As Jen drifted off to sleep an awful thought crossed her mind, what if she took it further? How could she take it further?