This is the seventh and likely final installment in the "Beyond Sissy's Spa Day" series. The stories make much more sense when read in order.
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It is 100 percent safe to say that I had never experienced a Saturday night like this.
While I had always known that weekend nights were the most popular times for people who actually fucked to do the big nasty, I had rarely been involved in anything like that. And when I say rarely, I mean as in practically never. Able to count the number of times my little dick has been inside a pussy on one hand, and well into middle age, I had evolved into a sissy because it had been my only means to any kind of sexual gratification at all.
Buying and wearing panties, watching multitudes of porn, fantasizing and masturbating all but non-stop - that had pretty much been my sex life for years. But over the course of little more than a week, so much had happened that I couldn't even comprehend it.
First, I had basically been blackmailed and all but sexually assaulted by my boss, Katherine, and her sexy young niece, Monica. And then my hot, married neighbor, Misty, and her equally if not even hotter sorority sister, Megan, had given me a day and night I will never forget.
The most eventful day of my life had begun early this morning when Misty and Megan showed up unannounced at my door. To get things started, they had encouraged and allowed me to masturbate and cum on Megan's tits, as well as lick my jizz off her gorgeous globes. And then, after Megan had left to go get fucked by another man, she had returned to feed me her cream pie. And to top it all off, Misty and her incredibly well-endowed husband, Tony, soon arrived and allowed me to watch them fuck on my couch!
Of course, before that occurred, I had licked Tony's gargantuan cock and balls, "to get him ready for Misty." And while he had pounded her, I had jerked off, shot my load on the floor and licked it up, at Megan's direction. Finally, I had "cleaned up" both Tony and Misty, licking his cock yet again before eating her unbelievable bald pussy - and his cum with it!
And now, they were gone, leaving me in a crumpled heap in my living room. Megan, quite possibly the sexiest woman I had ever met, had offered to marry me - only as her way of establishing permanent residency in the United States. A Canadian citizen, Megan had made it clear that because of my "ridiculously small penis," she and I would never fuck. Rather, she would get all the cock she wanted elsewhere, and I would be her cuckold bitch - servicing her, and her male friends, whenever she and they wanted.
The benefits for me would include being able to quit my job and get away from my domineering boss, Katherine, and her threats to fire me if I didn't basically serve as her sex slave - and not in a good way! Katherine had kept me locked in chastity for the better part of a week and humiliated me to no end in front of nearly a dozen other women.
Remaining employed would mean being imprisoned in a cock cage nearly all the time, I was certain, and rarely being permitted to masturbate. If I married Megan, she said, she would take care of me financially as long as I served as her little "housewife," as well as her cuckold, jerk me off on occasion and maybe once in a great while, even give me a blowjob!
But now, Megan had gone off to "spend the night with Jamaal," the man who had fucked her earlier today, and whose cum I had eaten from her neatly trimmed, brown-haired pussy. Jamaal? I wracked my brain trying to figure out if I had ever known, or known of, a Jamaal who was not black. For the life of me, I couldn't think of a single one. Almost certainly, at this very moment, Megan was again enjoying a big, black cock, either sucking it or taking it deep up her cunt. And I had almost certainly swallowed a black man's cum earlier today.
As I crawled into bed, I knew that if I were to take Megan up on her offer, it was only a matter of time before I would be on my knees before Jamaal's, or another black man's, big cock. Rather than turning me off in any way, shape or form, the prospect excited the hell out of me. I had watched plenty of BBC porn, and I was well aware of all the stereotypes. Plus, there was no way any black man, or any man period, could have a cock bigger than Tony's. That was just not physically possible.
Lying in bed, naked, my little sissy clit began to harden. Even though I had cum this morning and again tonight, as well as the previous night in front of Katherine and her collection of power-crazed female friends, I was horny once again. Playing with myself, and utilizing the lotion that I always kept within reach on my side table, all I could think about was Megan and big, black cock.
Was I really prepared to make this incredible lifestyle change, to give up a job that I had been damn good at for more than 20 years and spend my time placating Megan and her assortment of stallions? God, she was so fucking sexy. Her tits were absolutely to die for, and it wasn't like I had any hope of getting sex, any kind of sex, anywhere else - except for whatever humiliation that Katherine and her niece, Monica, would dish out.
Continuing to stroke myself as visions of Megan - her face, her tits, her pussy and her ass - flooded my consciousness, I was extremely close to making my little clitty explode. Knowing that Megan had told me that I "would always lick up all of my cum, as any sissy should," I quickly retrieved a small glass from my nightstand, raised up onto me knees and proceeded to shoot my spunk into the glass.
Cumming for a fourth time in little more than 24 hours, there wasn't a ton of juice, but it still felt awfully good as I imagined Megan watching me jerk off. A bit hesitant to consume my ejaculate, as I pretty much always had been immediately after finishing, I nonetheless raised the glass to my slutty lips and drank down the nasty fluid, feeling proud because I knew that's what Megan would have wanted - and expected.
Absolutely exhausted, I had no energy to even get up and wash my hands or my face. Rather, I just curled up in bed, with the pungent aftertaste of cum overwhelming my senses. I felt like such a fucking whore - which was exactly the way I wanted to feel. I wondered if I was becoming addicted to cum - mine and other men's - as I drifted off to sleep.
Drained, in more ways than one, I slept soundly, until nearly 10 the next morning. The first thing that struck me upon awakening was the fact that my mouth still tasted like jizz. The second thing that struck me was to wonder how long I would have to wait to see Megan again. She had told me last night that we would get together in the evening to "discuss my options."
Megan had not applied any pressure for me to reach a decision, but it seemed clear she wanted one tonight. After all, she had said my options were "whether I wanted to go back to work Monday morning, or if I wanted to be her little cuckold bitch for the rest of my life."
What in the hell was I going to do? Could I, in a span of about 36 hours, receive a proposal from a woman I had only met the night before and make a decision to marry her, as well as quit my job? And, on top of that, agree to marry a woman who would never allow me to fuck her but would be fucking to her heart's, and her pussy's, content everywhere else?
I didn't even really know this woman. Could I trust her? Would she really take care of me financially? Would she really follow through with her sexual promises - to jerk me off now and then, and maybe even suck my little cock at least once in a great while?
Would I really be allowed to sample her pussy with my slutty tongue on a regular basis? And if so, how often would I be eating a cunt filled with another man's cum? And how often would I be sucking dick? Would it be too often? Not often enough?
Megan had told me I would have an opportunity to ask questions. I had plenty.
Needless to say, the day dragged. I tried to watch football on television, but just couldn't concentrate. I kept seeing Megan - and big, black cock - in my mind. And I didn't know when to expect Megan. All she had said was "evening." And I wasn't even sure if I should be dressed, but I was - in cute little bikini panties, gym shorts and a T-shirt. I mean, I couldn't stay naked forever, could I?
Finally, I received a text, from Megan, saying that she would be over about 6. Wait, how did she even have my cell number? Could she have gotten it from Misty? I didn't even think Misty had it. But there is the tenant directory put out by the apartment complex. Maybe Misty got it there, and gave it to Megan? I honestly had no idea.
Megan's text instructed me to dress in the sluttiest little outfit I could find - if I was still potentially interested in being her bitch!
Without a whole lot of options, other than panties, I remembered the bra-and-panty sets that Katherine had had me pick up at Victoria's Secret. I had worn the pink one for Katherine's "girls-night" party on Friday, when I was emasculated beyond belief - spanked unmercifully, strap-on fucked by multiple women, made to lick Katherine's asshole and forced to suck a real cock for the first time in my life.
I still had the turquoise and black bra-and-panty sets. I didn't like the turquoise, but the black was certainly appealing. I also had a pair of black, fishnet stockings that I had picked up on my own some time back. Those would go well together, I thought. About all I had otherwise to add to a slutty look was some bright red lipstick that I had played around with on occasion. Dressed in the stockings, bra and panties, and standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I applied the lipstick as best I could. It didn't exactly match my fingernails, which were still adorned in pink polish - thanks to Katherine and Monica - but it was the best I could do. There was certainly no denying that I looked like a cheap whore.
So eager to see Megan, I was dressed and ready to go before 5. The ensuing hour-plus proved to be agonizing as I waited for Megan, and quite possibly, the defining moment in the rest of my life.
Finally, I heard the doorbell. My heartrate rising considerably, I moved quickly toward the door. Unfortunately, in my haste, I forgot to look through the peephole and when I opened the door, there stood a completely unfamiliar woman. She gasped as I appeared dressed only in a black bra and panties, and black fishnet stockings, with ruby-red lips and pink, painted fingernails.
Paralyzed by shock, I just stood there, as did the woman - a 30ish blonde dressed sharply in a medium-length blue skirt that revealed just enough of a sexy pair of legs and a white sweater that displayed fully covered but ample breasts.
"I ... I'm terribly sorry," I finally managed. "I ... I was expecting someone else."
