The next morning I woke up to find that my cock was in its usual rock hard state and there was a note tucked under my head:
"Good morning! I see you had a good time last night. We will expect to find coffee made and breakfast waiting for us when we wake up. Amber likes Belgian waffles. Get moving, bitch!"
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched my aching muscles, working out the kinks from having been tied into place for so long the night before. While in the bathroom I used a warm, damp washcloth to wipe the dried and sticky cum from my ass and thighs, again worrying about the fact that the girls had let their friends fuck me without condoms. It really had not even occurred to me that I was still wearing lingerie and a wig from the night before until I looked in the mirror and saw my disheveled state. Knowing that Tracey would expect it, I straightened and brushed my wig and cleaned up as well as I could. On a whim I put on a little of my wife's lipstick and eyeliner. I retrieved my panties from the floor of the bedroom and slid them on, feeling a stir of excitement as I slid them up my legs. I was barely able to tuck my dick between my legs before I went downstairs to cook the girls their breakfast.
I went down to the kitchen and started to work, feeling the warmth as I sipped my coffee. I made waffles for Amber, and I knew Tracey favored scrambled eggs with bacon and toast. While breakfast was cooking I made fresh orange juice, then poured them each a cup of coffee and filled a small pitcher with half-and-half from the refrigerator since I didn't know how Amber liked her coffee, or even if she drank coffee. It didn't matter, I wanted to be ready for anything. When the food was nearly ready I could hear the girls moving around, so I set the food on the table. A few minutes later they came down the stairs, giggling and still looking a little sleepy.
I tried to hide as best I could behind the counter, covering my face with a dish towel. Tracey was having none of that. "Awww, the poor little sissy bitch is trying to hide! Don't worry, I told Amber all about who it was that made her cum so hard last night. She thinks you're a total pervert, but you do know how to use yor tongue. Now get the fuck out here, bitch, and let's have a look at how you survived a night of real fucking."
I knew better than to refuse, or even hesitate. I folded the towel and laid it in the island and stepped out from behind it. They took a minute to check me over, telling me to turn around so they could inspect my outfit. Despite my utter humiliation I managed a little pirouette for them. They were surprised to see the makeup and complimented me on taking the initiative to put it on, bringing another deep blush to my cheeks. As they ate their breakfast they talked about the previous night, ignoring my blushing and obvious discomfort as they discussed which boy had enjoyed fucking me more and which one had the largest cock. In spite of my best efforts I was becoming more and more aroused, and it was impossible to hide the fact from them since they insisted that I stand in front of them practicing how to curtsey. Amber was the first to notice my growing erection. "Look, Trace!" she said. "I think he's really getting turned on thinking about getting all those big hard dicks last night!" Both girls again laughed, then spent a few minutes getting me to tell them that I enjoyed it. It was obvious that they would not be satisfied until I admitted it, and besides, I had caught myself thrusting back against the last few boys who had used my now-sore ass. Finding their cum running out of my ass and down my thighs earlier while I was in the bathroom had gotten me thinking about it, and the more I thought about it the more I remembered the waves of pleasure that I had not been able to fully suppress. "My Lord," I thought, "I'm actually getting turned on remembering being essentially gang-raped... what the fuck is wrong with me?"
As they enjoyed their breakfast the two of them gave me menial tasks to do. I kept their coffee cups and juice glasses full, swept the kitchen floor, and cleaned up the mess from the food preparation. Tracey instructed me to crawl under the table and massage her feet, and Amber had me suck on her toes until she told me to stop and stand in front of them. I slowly came to realize that I was getting used to being the girls' sissy slave, and was actually enjoying it. I had felt at home and relaxed while making their breakfast, and now despite my blushing and embarrassment was happy for their attention. I was deriving a deep satisfaction and sense of fulfillment simply from pleasing the two of them. The whole thing had me very confused, but also very aroused. Both girls noticed that I had achieved a state of full, throbbing erection.
