Dream Girl pt.2 (Crossdresser/Sissy) (Patreon)

Hi All!

This one is a continuation of a non-futa story (hence why it's not part of the 'monthly' upload). In it, Steph wakes up with a hangover that has little to do with alcohol, and more to do with the fact he's been bred by B-B-C.... Will he be able to assume control as a male and win his dream girl? Or will Andres win the battle for his body, his ass... and his love?

It's been a long time coming... so I hope you all enjoy it!

Best, TSG123 x

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“Hey, good morning stranger! Or should I say, afternoon.”

Steph hobbled down the stairs, and as he did his full look came into view.

“Oh Wooww, look at you babe!” gleamed Grace.

Steph’s skin was crawling, and he wanted desperately to go back up to his room and change, but the only thing Andres had allowed him to wear was….

He didn’t want to think about it

“You look so hot, like I would totally fuck you,” giggled GRACE, fawning over the huge ‘BIG DADDY’ t-shirt that Andres had lent him, and nothing else.

He threw her a poor attempt at a smile.

“Hang on, are you wearing any…?”

She looked down slyly, bending to check under his T-shirt, and Steph whined, pulling the shirt lower, crouching down.

“Oh my God!” she crowed.

It looked like Christmas had come early for Grace, as she cupped her hands to the side of her mouth so Dee couldn’t see.

‘Did you…?’ she mouthed, and mimed two fingers going through a large ring.

Steph shook his head violently, going white.

“No… no just I….. I didn’t have a place to sleep,” he said quickly, “so Andres lent me his stuff, and… and let me sleep in his bed.”

“My room was open,” she said, peering at him with a knowing grin.

Steph’s legs quivered with each step after last night’s pounding, and he realised with a horrendous flip of his stomach that something was trickling down his inside leg.

“I… was drunk,” he said in a high-pitched voice, pacing over to make some toast, subtly manoeuvring to wipe some of Daddy’s jizz from between his legs as he reached for the bread.

“I’ll have some as well sis,” said Grace casually.

“I’m not your sis.”

“Well if you’re not my sis, I guess I won’t tell you that someone re-arranged your face last night.”

He froze.

Steph hadn’t looked in the mirror this morning, and had completely forgotten about the makeup.

He went to check his reflection in the silver fridge and nearly screamed.

Even though the surface wasn’t completely reflective he could see he was an absolute mess. His hair was everywhere, mascara had run all over his cheeks, and it looked like he had been profusely making out with someone all night as bright-red lipstick was now spread across his face in the most whore-like manner imaginable.

“Were you getting into character….. Stephanie?” asked Grace teasingly.

Steph’s forehead burned as he threw bread in the toaster and opened the tap to full, drowning his face in water as if it could wash away what he had done last night in the process.

A few tissues managed to wipe away most of the offending substances, although the mascara was still thick around his eyes.

“No, I was drunk, and… I must have wiped it on my pillow,” he lied, not able to bring his eyes to meet hers.

“On Andres’ pillow?” Grace asked casually, grinning, and Steph for the first time felt genuine anger at Grace.

“Nothing happened!” he snapped.

“Sorry… it just seems like you enjoyed your night,” she said pointedly, taking a bite of her toast.

“No, I didn’t.”

“You sure? I could have sworn that you were enjoying ‘Daddy’ in the limousine..”

“Shut up!” he spat, and they fell into silence, Steph eating his toast quickly so he could go somewhere and try not to think about the soreness of his asshole.

After barely a minute he finally managed to squeeze the last piece of toast into his mouth, swallowing with a long glug of water.

“Bhhy.” he mumbled with his mouth full before walking carefully to the stairs holding the back of his shirt as far below his ass as he could.

***

‘Fuck.’

Each step made his thighs ache, having been stretched into so many new positions last night.

‘Don’t think about how he destroyed me.’

He whined as he sped up, limping to his bedroom door.

Still locked.

‘Come on…. Please…..’.

He tugged at the handle, desperate for somewhere to feel safe from the humiliation lodged in his chest, and in a fit of pique he shrieked and slammed the door with his foot.

“OW!.. ow ow ow….”

His toe hurt like hell, and now he needed to wipe away a new batch of cum leaking down his thighs, that and try to forget the knowledge that he’d lost his virginity to a man last night.

Steph began to sob, limping into Grace’s bathroom because it was the one place he could go that nobody would follow, and when he locked the door he fell back against it and cried.

Tears ran down his cheeks, hot and wet, and cathartic. After a few moments of blubbering he took some tissue paper and tenderly wiped away the white splooge leaking from his anus and flushed it away.

‘Best holiday ever…..’

The thought made him chuckle absurdly.

‘Wow, if I could have told myself what was going to happen on this holiday, I would have run a mile, screw Grace, screw Andres…. screw it all.’

He put his head in his hands and breathed.

‘Just… take it slow.’

He decided to take a shower to try and cleanse himself, wipe everything away.

Stepping in and turning the heat up, he flinched as the hot water hit his forehead, steam rising as he began to rub away the last vestiges of last night’s shame (at least, on the outside).

The feeling of Andres’ thick cock sitting in his rim, stretching it wide, crept into his head as the heat of the water spread cathartically on his skin.

‘The way he kissed me…. Pulling my panties aside…..’

All too quickly he had wrapped two fingers around his penis and begun jerking, and his high-pitched moans were just like a girl’s as he fired a few long ropes of cum over the frosted glass.

“Fuck,” he murmured, staring at the lines painted across the surface before wiping away the evidence as quickly as possible, his head burning again as he turned the shower off and towelled himself down.

Clothes.

Huffing, he put Andres’ shirt back on and opened the door. Grace was still downstairs… at least she’d given him some time alone, which he was grateful for.

‘Maybe I could ask Daddy for clothes.’

He felt physically ill at having automatically thought of Andres as Daddy, resolving to be stronger.

‘I’m a man. I am on holiday with my future girlfriend, that guy just tricked me with alcohol. Never again.’

Now, clothes.

He searched around the room for anything that might work.

‘Jesus, does she have one pair of underwear that isn’t lace or silk panties!?’

His eyes passed dozens of them, red with delicate embroideries down the sides, frilly white numbers, purple ones composed mostly of stylised gaps in the material….

‘Ooooh….’

He stopped at two sets of garter belts and stockings, one black, one white. He had always had a thing for girls wearing these…. Somehow just seeing them was enough to put him on edge….

‘NO, just find a normal pair!’

Begrudgingly he placed the set of underwear carefully on the bed and continued his search.

Thong, more panties…. bikini bottoms…. Wow, that’s it!

‘What the hell Grace… Maybe I could just go commando?’

The thought of more cum leaking down his legs was enough to dissuade him of that notion.

‘Guess I’m going to have to pick….’

His eyes roved over the treasure trove of slut-wear. They stopped on the black garters.

‘They look soft…’

Before he could understand why he was doing it, Andres’ shirt was off and Steph was sliding the lace stockings up his legs.

‘And they feel soft….’

It was like his body knew what to do even as a tiny part of his brain hated him for it, but the stockings were soon clipped to the garter belt, and without hesitating he attached the accompanying bra firmly to his front. It was a shame they weren’t push-up, but his body otherwise looked sensational, his legs good enough to salivate over. He looked like a playboy cover girl. He flashed his ass to the mirror and pouted, wishing he had his lengthened hair back. If he put makeup on he could look very convincing regardless, now he had caught the bug…….

‘For now, I’m still a guy. Kind of.’

Steph pulled out a pair of Grace’s jeans and managed to fit them on, moulded to his ass and legs, and a blouse that kind of looked close to a shirt. There were t-shirts in there, but he was enjoying how good the garter belt felt that the blouse needed to be tried out.

He looked in the mirror and found himself looking quite delicate, which pleased him.

‘I’m strong enough to show my feminine side…. Yeah, I’m a strong man… inside.’

Calling himself a man didn’t feel as comfortable as he had thought it would, smiling as he enjoyed the cuteness on show.

‘I’m a bad bitch.’

Then he noticed the makeup arrayed on the bathroom counter.

‘Well… if I’m going to be Stephanie again today…. I won’t do this ever again right? Maybe I should make the most of it…’

He paused, caught between his fragile masculinity, and the heat building in his body.

‘I’m on holiday. I should be able to enjoy myself!’

Steph sashayed into the bathroom.

***

“Hey,”

Grace looked up from the L-shaped sofa, and gave a huge smile as the girl-next-door figure made her way gingerly down the stairs.

“Oh DAMN!…. How are we my ‘not-sis’?”

Steph hobbled down a step at a time as she eyed up the ass-squeezing jeans, pink tank top and girl-next-door prettiness.

“Shut up, the guys expect this…”

“They never told you to look like a hot piece of ass though!” she said, fighting back laughter as Steph settled down next to her gingerly on the couch.

Steph’s cheeks went nearly as red as the bright, glossy lipstick he was wearing, the same barbie pink as the top.

“Well I don’t have clothes….”

“Yeah,” said Grace mockingly, “And I guess you couldn’t reach your makeup either… First world problems am I right?”

Steph felt anger rising in his chest and he turned away from the girl who had got him in this mess in the first place.

“Look, I’m just getting through this, it’s YOUR FAULT I’m here with those… those…. Dicks,” he finished lamely, remembering Daddy’s specifically, swallowing some saliva.

Grace raised her eyebrows, lazily swinging one leg over the side of the sofa.

“Okay, you’re right, sorry… but I mean come on, last night was fun, right?”

Steph thought it best not to respond, but he couldn’t help enjoying the memory of being sat on Andres’ lap, or being picked up and carried…. of being fucked by a huge black cock.

‘No Steph, stop THINKING about it!’

“Uh yeah ha… it was kinda fun…”

“Right?! I mean the Limo, the dress up, the atmosphere…”

“Yeah.. yeah it was pretty cool.”

Grace snuggled closer, placing a hand on his knee.

“And it was even better because you were with me.”

His chest warmed as she squeezed his knee.

“Ha yeah…”

She moved closer.

“And I don’t want to piss you off but… you actually do look hot, hell I would totally kiss you!”

“Yeah?... well… you still owe me one kiss…. From yesterday…”

She toyed with her hair.

“Oh.. the bet…yeah… I guess I do!”

She scooted up to the point where their legs were pressed against each other, and suddenly the room was very warm.

“I’ve never had a lesbian kiss before,” she whispered with a grin.

Steph wasn’t sure about the wording, but it didn’t matter as she moved her lips closer, her voice a light breeze, barely touching the edge of his ear.

“We could do it now… Shame, if we were drunk who knows what might happen?” she giggled as they closed in.

His chest was heaving, blood flowing to his crotch.

“What.. might happen?”

“Well, I mean probably nothing, you know….”

“A-Actually… I’d like to keep my kiss for later!” he blurted.

She paused, confused, inches away from him.

There was a tiny dimple in her left cheek which he could just about make out this close to her. He wanted to brush it with his lips.

“Oh.. really?”

“Yeah,” he said fervently, “now is uh… not the right time yet…. gotta get into character… Stephanie.. you know, if it’s a-uh…. lesbian kiss.”

“Right,” she said, eyeing him carefully.

Steph tried to cool his arousal, placing his hands on his belly as he tried not to imagine him and Grace drunk and removing each other’s clothes. For some reason in his head they were both wearing stockings and garters just like the ones he had on at that very moment.

“So uh…… What’s the plan for today? Wanna go to the mall?”

“Oh uh… Sorry Steph, I was actually going to go with Dee to the beach.”

His insides turned into a swamp-like sludge.

“Oh… cool…”

“Yeah… he wanted to show me somewhere, just the two of us… But it’s okay because he said Andres could keep you company while we’re away!”

Now it felt like his insides were exploding.

“Ah, no worries… yeah.”

“Is… is that okay?”

He tried to pass off his gut-wrenching nerves with a simple nod, jerking his head like he was being puppeteered by an orangutang.

“Absolutely! Of course… Sounds great.”

“Cool.”

She gifted him a smile that made his soul ache.

“It’s fine though… because we can still get you looking perfect while Daddy is asleep!”

Steph’s whole body felt like it was being stretched on a torture rack.

“Yeah… just perfect,” he muttered.

***

“You sure you don’t need me to come along…?”

“No, we’ll be fine,” smiled Grace, stepping into the taxi.

Dee leaned in close enough that Steph could feel the impeccable minty freshness of his breath.

“Have fun, Stephanie.”

A large hand came down and spanked him, and Steph whooped like a girl, just catching himself from falling over, ass-cheek burning where the man had struck him.

“UUHN!”

By the time he had got his bearings, red-faced and huffing, the taxi was already reversing.

“SEEYA LATERR!!!” whooped Grace through the open window as it sped off, towards the beach, Dee’s infuriating smile beside her as his arm came over her shoulder.

“Bye,” uttered Steph, standing crestfallen on his own, ruffling the hem of his blouse with long nails.

He hadn’t expected them to look so good, but the pink nails, top and lipstick combined to make him feel stunning, and they softened the blow of being left with….. Andres.

The dust plumes fell to the ground as the car wound its way down the long entrance, and then it was gone. Steph was struck by the thought that he needed to find a way of wooing her fast, if he was going to remain in competition with Dee.

‘Maybe I could get her a gift… for when she comes back?’

After standing in place for what felt like an hour, he turned back to the villa, silent like a house of horrors. Somewhere inside was Andres… He had heard him getting a late breakfast whilst Grace was giving Steph the full salon experience in her room, which included plenty of nattering and gossiping. Luckily he had so far managed to avoid him.

But now… it would just be the two of them.

Steph wished with all his heart that he could run to his room, but that sounded awful, staying in a single room whilst not enjoying the rest of the huge, lavish villa, and the tropical island on which it stood.

Then the thought came to him:

‘Fuck it. Why should I be intimidated by this asshole?’

He had been drunk, confused, scared….

‘Yeah. Yeah that guy was just taking advantage! He’s nothing but a coward.’

A sense of righteousness fuelled him as he marched faster up the driveway - If he saw Andres, he was going to give the man a piece of his mind.

He burst through the front door, and the wind got ripped from his sails.

Sitting on the sofa was Andres, naked.

Steph’s eyes zoomed straight to the cock, drooping down onto the edge of the seat, lingering on it for twenty heart-stopping seconds, before sliding their way up his trimmed crotch, abs, and chest.

His posture was laid back, and he didn’t move a muscle when Steph murmured, setting his eyes on that chiselled, movie-star face.

It was a long time staring before Andres’ voice broke the silence.

“Want to watch a film baby?”

“N! N-no…”

“Why not?”

He was losing control of the ability to speak, and Andres smiled as he filled in the sentence for him.

“Ah, I remember… it’s because we were going to buy some games for you at the mall.”

Steph’s brain had gone numb, and he was in need of any excuse that would make Andres put some clothes on and lower the tent rising in his panties.

“..y-yeah,” he managed, cock continuing its steady journey until the sensitive tip was pressing against the soft interior of the lace.

“Good,” said Andres genially, before standing up and walking to within a foot of him.

Steph stared straight ahead at the man’s sternum, because moving his gaze up or down would only lead to God knows what.

“We’re going to have a good time, right baby?”

“Y…. N-no…”

“You don’t know?”

A blood vessel outlined on Steph’s temple as he fought all-new instincts to suckle the man’s lips, clutch his thighs, lick that perfect mushroomed head….

“S… I don’t…..”

“What’s my name?”

Steph’s lower lip quivered.

“Daddy.”

Andres brought a finger up and brushed his cheek, smiling as it brought out a blubbering whine from the boy, before turning and walking slowly up the stairs, cock swinging in front of him as his glutes rippled with each step.

“Get ready, we’ll be leaving in ten,” he called over his shoulder.

When Andres had disappeared, Steph moaned and fell to his knees, pre-cum forming a spot inside his panties where he briefly rubbed the tip through his jeans.

“F-uuck,” he whined, as the intoxicating scent of his man dissipated.

When he finally stopped, chest rising and falling slowly, the reality came to him, like a biting wind that shirked no crevasse of the skin.

‘You broke as soon as you saw him….’

Andres was like a drug that he couldn’t quit; An addiction ensnaring him in its grasp. If he didn’t get away there was no knowing how deep he might fall.

‘But I don’t have money.. It’s all locked in my room…. My passport too…..’

Trembling hands ran through his hair and then Steph realised that if they were going out Andres would not accept the boy-ish style (although with his diminutive figure and ruffled blond hair that wouldn’t look out of place in a boy-band, it didn’t exactly push him into masculine territory.)

Steph was suddenly filled with energy, bounding up the stairs to grab the same wig he had worn yesterday, part of him wishing he could feel what it was like to have his hair pulled, and then whimpering as he loathed his brain for trying to force these weird thoughts on him.

At least if they went to the mall he could maybe get some flowers for Grace….

He checked inside his pants to see if the garters still looked good on him, and found himself biting his lip and touching the end of his penis through the material.

“Ooooh,” he murmured, cock ramrod straight as he oscillated his fingers on the tip.

Funny, it kinda seemed like a clit when he teased it like this.

Another small spurt of pre issued from the tip, widening the wet patch on the black material as he imagined sucking Daddy’s cock.

His clitty was getting so hard it was aching.

As he was playing with himself, all his predicaments fell to the back of his mind until the deep call of a man echoed through the house.

“Baby??”

“C-COMING!” he cooed, as he wiped the dribbling pre from his tip with a finger.

He briefly thought about putting it in his mouth before grabbing a tissue instead.

The pretty figure stumbled out of Grace’s room.

Steph had been obscenely drunk the last time they had hung out… In the cold light of day, would Andres still be able to take control of him? Bully him like he had last night?

He steeled himself.

No alcohol this time.

Then he saw Andres waiting at the bottom of the stairs wearing smart slacks, a white buttoned shirt and sleek brown shoes, and Steph felt his chest inflate a little larger than it had been one minute prior.

“Taxi is here, you ready?”

“Uh.. Yeah.”

He descended the staircase, hips bouncing from side to side quite naturally in his feminine attire, but when Andres proffered his arm at the bottom Steph ignored it, walking past.

“Steph.”

Steph stopped, turning in surprise at him having used his actual name.

“Let’s have fun today.”

The genuineness of this blindsided him, and before he could think Andres had taken his hand, and gently, ever so gently, put it to his elbow.

Steph was sure the air hadn’t been this warm a few seconds ago, the hairs on his arm raised as he felt the heaviness of Andres’ bicep and forearm lead him towards the taxi.

‘Um...’

Now he was sober he could really appreciate the way they bulged, containing such easy power.

He remembered those same arms pinning him down last night, and remained tongue tied as they walked in silence towards the faded yellow car waiting outside.

Andres let go so he could open the door and usher Stephanie inside.

‘That’s nice of him…’

The image of that cock slamming home between his cheeks, over and over like a steam engine piston fired in his brain.

‘FUCK, STOP THINKING ABOUT HIS DICK!’

He couldn’t help a glance down at the subtle shape running down one leg.

Saliva filled his mouth.

“Mall please.”

The taxi pulled off, Steph squirming as the shudder of the motor vibrated his ass-cheeks, feeling the metre between him and Andres like a chasm, hand edging a little towards the statuesque figure.

“So, what sort of games do you like?”

“Oh…”

Steph hadn’t thought about the games much, and now he was here he wasn’t sure what games he would be able to focus on with…. everything going on. He could get pretty nerdy, but thought it best to keep things simple.

“Uh.. any shooters?”

“Sure, we can do that.”

“Like… War-Dogs 4? I-I heard the uh… new one came out a month back…”

At this Andres looked quite unlike he’d usually seen him, brushing his chin with a contemplative thumb.

“War-Dogs?… Huh, I used to play that with Dee…. The first one that is.”

“The first one? Wow you are old.”

A snide chuckle escaped his lips.

“And you’re pretty.”

Steph blushed.

“Thanks.”

“No comeback?”

Steph could feel his body accelerating like a formula one car, already brimming with energy.

“You’d be too old to get it.”

In truth the man looked like he was not a day over thirty, in the prime of his life, but Steph enjoyed the give and take, even if there was not much more that he could make fun of when it came to comparisons between him and Andres. The man had him beaten on all counts.

He clenched his legs together a little tighter.

Andres’ smile became predatory.

“Good, I like a woman with attitude.”

Steph started to feel the lace on his cock like never before, eyes turning up to Andres’ confident brown ones, reeling him in.

‘This is bad… why do these panties feel so God damn good?...’

If he were a girl, they would have been soaked through, and in fact pre-cum had achieved similar results - The feeling of being a girl with wet panties was so arousing that he could barely think straight as the taxi rumbled between bright green trees and dense vegetation.

“Well that’s why I’m here,” Stephanie said in a sultry tone, smiling up at her host.

‘Damnit Stephanie, stop flirting with him!!!’

Something squeezed Steph’s heart as he felt the dark eyes roving up and down his body, and he jerked his head to look out of the window on the guise of watching the gorgeous tropical flora and fauna dominating the landscape in front of him. Soon the view was shifting into more and more welcoming town houses and shops, as he continued to fold his arms politely to hide the erection pushing against the front of his jeans. To anyone on the outside, it would have looked like a picture-perfect interracial couple going on a date.

“I think you’re really gonna like what we have planned for today.”

“Sure.”

Soon the mall was reached, a large building coloured the same as the tree-trunks beside it, and when he looked closer he realised it had been designed to have the same texture and look as the forest around it, greenery sprouting from the top in a way that made it more inviting than any shopping centre he’d ever seen.

Steph whistled

“That’s cool.”

Andres just smiled and put a hand on his knee, and Steph tried to produce a frown, grabbing the door handle as soon as they had pulled up and slipping out of the taxi, Andres following behind him.

They walked together through the entrance (Steph careful to avoid contact with the man next to him), and after the air conditioning blasted wonderful cool air over his face, he was able to take in the scenery.

The place was totally unlike other malls, more like a huge cavern with large ‘rocks’ around the entrances to different shops, some framed by fake fauna, others covered by what looked like real plants, twisting up prepared trellises.

His eyebrows rose, more than a little impressed.

As they walked together Steph realised as they passed through a large atrium that the path was asymmetrical, winding out of view which made every step feel like a discovery, and when he tilted his neck upwards the ceiling was comprised of vast mosaics showing different seasons and birds.

‘Wow.’

It had been a while since he had seen something this magical.

“Wow,” muttered Steph, reaching up to place his hand on Andres’ shoulder. “This is amazing.”

“Glad you like it,” he chuckled, but Steph felt slightly put out that Andres hadn’t tried to take his arm again like earlier, huffing as the man walked off ahead of him.

He glanced around, sliding between a pair of families taking photos. Unsurprising that the place was busy, bustling with tourists and people of all nationalities, although the majority was still local, easily identifiable by their large statures and dark skin.

“Anything the matter?”

“No.”

They walked for a while through the various diverse colours and sounds, and he realised why the atmosphere was different, because in addition to the bustle of humanity, animal noises and forest sounds were playing subtly in the background, adding a layer of atmosphere to the place.

Steph stopped when a shock of brightness caught his eye, walking over to a flower shop with bright arrangements and a rainbow of exotic-looking colours insides.

“Perfect!”

“Huh?” said Andres, turning.

“For Grace,” Steph said quickly, “just.. just a present.”

Andres raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“Okay, well we can get it on our way out.”

Steph remained quiet as he followed Andres towards some escalators, squeezing past a group of young, tight-shirted locals who checked him out as he skipped past, nudging each other as they ogled him.

‘Ugh honestly….’

He skittered a little closer to Andres’ retreating back.

‘This is good, just keep distant, you’re doing great.’

“Have you eaten?” asked Andres, stopping at an intersection.

Steph thought about it. He’d wolfed down some toast, but it hadn’t exactly filled his belly.

“I guess I could eat.”

“Okay, you’re going to love this place.”

Steph found himself being led into a burger joint where they sat in a booth at the back of the orange and red emporium.

Steph seated himself opposite to Andres instead of squeezing into the obvious gap next to him, which made the man chuckle as a waitress with a huge smile came over.

“Hey guys, welcome to ‘Burger-bowl’, what would you like??”

Steph looked at Andres, who gestured at the menu.

“Um… okay….Burger and fries?”

“Good choice baby, I think I’ll have the same,” said Andres casually, “but double.”

“Sure thing,”

She whisked away with their order as Steph looked at him, annoyed.

“Can you not call me that?”

“What?”

“Baby.”

“Why not?”

“Well…… B-Because I’m not your baby!!”

“No problem,” he said, looking out of the window.

They sat in silence, Steph quickly began feeling irritated at Andres’ apparent loss of interest, clacking his nails on the table whilst wishing he had his phone, or anything that would distract from the stoic looking figure in front of him.

Steph tried to keep his mind occupied, but found himself drawn down the edge of Andres’ jawline, the thickness of his neck, the regality in his posture.

Maybe he could get his attention if he fluttered his lashes… they did look great with mascara after all.

He batted his eyelids, but to his frustration received not a glimmer of a response.

Steph tried again, clearing his throat and fluttering the long black bands whilst clacking a bit louder.

Andres didn’t move, apparently more concerned with something out in the forest.

Steph continued for minutes to try various ways of getting attention, huffing, tutting, biting his lip… he barely noticed when the food arrived, and it was only when Andres thanked the waitress that Steph shook his head and realised food was in front of him.

He put the burger between his lips, careful not to ruin the makeup.

“How is it?” said Andres, turning back.

Juicy. Succulent. Delicious.

“Ohhhh yes,” he moaned, taking a huge bite.

Within seconds, he was halfway through.

“Here, try this sauce.”

Andres dipped a long finger into a green sauce, and proffered it to Steph.

He looked at him incredulously.

“Erm, I’m not going to suck your finger.”

Andres chuckled.

“Would you relax? No-one’s looking, if you’re really that worried, you can ask them for a spoon.”

“Well then, I will!”

He proffered up an arm, but no-one came.

“Want me to help, bitch?” asked Andres teasingly.

“No!” he uttered, as the waitress wondered past, ignoring him completely.

“..Okay, FINE!” he fumed after a minute of being ignored, putting his hand down and humpfing with a tiny stamp of his foot.

Andres raised his hand to the nearest waitress who smiled broadly and walked over.

“Can we get a spoon for the young lady please.”

“Sure thing,” she said, “you two really are a beautiful couple by the way.”

Andres looked at Steph, and Steph couldn’t help a baby smile crossing his features, brushing his hair behind his ear.

Eventually the spoon was handed over, and Steph put a little bit of the sauce to his tongue.

“Oh… OH.”

A creamy, vibrant flavour, tangy, but not spicy.

“Ohhh that’s good!” he cooed, licking his lips.

“Right?” chuckled Andres, dipping his finger in another sauce, “Here, try this one.”

Steph almost went for it, but at the last second realised what he was doing.

“Ohh…hey, I have a spoon,” he protested.

“Well this is my sauce, so if you want it, you gotta get it off here.”

Steph looked at the sauce on the end of Andres’ finger, and was unable to work out which was more enticing.

He leant forwards as the spoon clattered to the table.

Eager lips wrapped around it, explored it, slid his tongue across it, closing his eyes and melting into a suckle of Daddy’s index finger.

“MHHmmmmm!”

His hands had to steady themselves on the table as he found himself being led off his seat, and it was a few more seconds of sucking before he realised he was bent forward, out of his seat and almost on top of the table.

“MMMMHH-Glph!”

He slid off the finger, panting, falling back in his seat.

“How did it taste?” said Andres, chuckling.

“Guh… Um…”

Steph realised he’d swallowed the sauce so fast he had barely tasted it at all. It might have been spicy. Was it…?

He had no idea.

“Would you like to try it again?”

Steph stared up at Andres with a guilty look.

“….Yes.”

Andres’s finger was dipped once more, a larger glob of liquid, and Steph leaned forwards, eyeing it all the way to his wide-open mouth with an expectant gaze as the finger rubbed the flavour onto his taste buds.

Spicy, earthy…. Rich….. long. Warm.

“MMMMhhhhH-GHL-GHL-GHL.”

Steph couldn’t help it, lips sealing tight around Andres’ finger, which was then sucked knuckle by knuckle to the back of his throat, where it tickled his tonsils, before he extracted himself with a wretch.

“Steady,” chuckled Andres as Steph came up for air, a trail of spit falling onto his chin as he panted.

“HUHHmm, *CUGH*, yeah, yeah it’s nice… th-the flavour I mean, is really nice….”

At this point the waitress who had been serving them came back with an odd look on her face.

“So-uh…. Enjoying your meal?”

Steph’s cheeks began to burn.

“We’re both quite satisfied,” said Andres genially.

“Yeah,” muttered the waitress, throwing a look at Steph who felt savaged with a mere glance, adjusting himself to get more comfortable.

“It’s okay,” he muttered, chuckling as Steph squirmed. “She’s just jealous.”

“Yeah,” muttered Steph, unable to get the woman’s look of disgust out of his head .

Then Andres placed a hand on his, and gave him warm look.

Steph cringed, even as the air in his lungs seemed to release, his whole being narrowing down to the fine touches of fingers on his wrist, those dark, intelligent eyes seeing straight through him.

A smile was drawn to his lips, as if by magic.

***

“Ah, here we are.”

Steph’s stomach was pleasantly full as he gazed up at what might have been heaven… a gigantic game store, with an arcade and bowling alongside it.

“Oh wow,” he whispered.

“Go on,” said Andres, “have fun.”

Steph made to go on, then raised his eyebrows as he saw Andres wasn’t following him in.

“Wait, where are you going to be?”

He looked around, “I’ll be at a coffee shop…. I’m a little too old for games.”

Steph looked at him with a disbelieving expression.

“What?! You’re like thirty!”

“Thirty-one,” he corrected.

“Oh shut up, come on!”

Steph grabbed his hand and pulled him forwards, and Andres chuckled as he was forced into a jog, the sweet figure dragging him in before he could protest, past rows of games to the arcade.

They stopped in front of a huge screen with two guns in front of it.

“Okay, you’ve GOT to play this… monster rush! It’s a classic, even you could play it…”

Steph placed one of the guns in Andres’ hand, enclosing the bear paw around the bright green weapon.

A few spotty nerds turned and stared open-mouthed at the pretty young girl who began eagerly explaining how to fire from cover, reload, and gain time and ammo.

Girls never did that.

Their mouths nearly brushed the carpet as she nailed a monster in the training section with one hand, her hips cocked enticingly, every last mannerism flirtatious and fun.

Steph noticed the odd attention out of the corner of his eye and huffed, moving a little so he wasn’t seeing them in his periphery.

“Ugh… anyway, those are the rules, got it?”

“I think so… What do I get if I win?” said Andres, enjoying the excitement of Stephanie as she gazed back up at him.

“You get… a kiss,” Steph whispered coyly, before turning back to the game.

‘Shit, come on Steph, pull yourself together…’

One of the nerds close by murmured, his voice cracking, and Steph followed his gaze to his ass, realising what he was looking at - the jeans had slipped a touch, revealing the top of the lace panties. He clenched his jaw, pulling the waistband up to his belly button, and brought the gun up, aiming it at the screen, imagining the monsters on it were ugly nerds.

*BOOM BOOM BOOM* *CACHAK*

Steph’s first three shots caught the hideous, screeching creatures plumb in the forehead, and they all dropped to the ground before Andres could even aim.

He chuckled, turning an amazed eye to the diminutive figure beside him.

“How often did you say you played these games?”

“I didn’t,” he replied, biting his lip as he turned back to the screen and dispatched another two almost lazily.

They began an utterly one-sided competition, Steph blowing holes in brains left, right and centre, whilst Andres was only able to pick up the stragglers that he left behind.

Beating Andres was not something that Steph had experienced before, and his heart was thumping in his chest as he felt glorious victory beckoning.

Then he felt a nudge and stumbled to his right.

“What the-!”

Andres smirked as he exploded a few of the monsters whilst Steph was off balance.

“Careful m’lady, these carpets are slippery.”

Steph opened her mouth in fake outrage.

“Oh it’s like that huh?”

“It’s like that, bitch.”

“Oooookay, meat-head” he grinned, peeling his eyes across the barrel, and when the next monster came along, he shoved himself sideways into Andres, who was prepared and stood his ground easily, the two of them engaging in a shoving war back and forth, Andres deigning to use little enough of his strength to make it equal.

Getting this close, pressed up against him, Steph found the smell of Andres was distracting, and he found himself pushing his face into the man’s shirt on purpose, getting a deeper whiff of that masculine scent, no longer so worried about where he was aiming his gun.

“Hey, you cheeky-!“ Steph laughed as Andres squeezed his ass, making him jump as a few bullets went high and wide, before turning again into the large man again.

“You cheater!” he squealed, spanking Andres’ ass as hard as he possibly could, which made his heart beat ludicrously fast, because the man’s ass was fantastic, the utter maximus of gluteuses.

A few final bullets were fired from Andres’ gun before the timer ran out, and he placed it back in the holster as the scores came up.

“It didn’t matter anyways, even though you cheated I still won,” beamed Steph, bouncing up and down whilst clapping his hands in jubilation.

Andres sighed.

“I guess I didn’t earn that kiss.”

Steph cocked his head.

“Well… I guess I can give you a participation award.”

She reached up and brought their lips together softly, whimpering as she inhaled that scent…. Stephanie kissed him on the lips once, twice, three times for good measure, sampling the large bands, biting them a touch, savouring the skin she’d longed for.

It shocked her when Andres pulled back slowly, the tigress within furious at being denied her meal.

“I think we have an audience,” he murmured in explanation, and Steph whirled around to see the nerds watching, all of whom immediately turned, grimacing, towards the nearest arcade games, cheeks wobbling as they mashed at random buttons, desperately trying to ignore the angry stare of the stunning blond girl and her extremely large boyfriend.

“Hey, if you’re going to watch, then watch,” she snapped, whirling around and clamping her leg around Daddy’s, shoving her crotch into his thigh as she pressed her tongue as deep into his mouth as it could go.

Andres accepted, and Steph moaned as their tongues danced around each other’s mouths, and one of the nerds nearly collapsed watching the embrace as the girl ground her groin into her boyfriend’s thigh like a dog.

When they had finished exploring each other, retracting their tongues from each other’s mouths, the girl was panting, hair a little dishevelled as she looked back at the three flabbergasted young men who were now staring at them with envy.

“Never in a million years,” Steph spat at them, panting, making their faces even more tomato coloured as he led Andres away towards another section of the store.

“Why did you have to be mean to them?” Andres asked curiously as Steph dragged him towards the new games.

“Because they deserved it!” he huffed.

“Did they?”

Steph slowed his pace.

“Well… they were intruding…”

“Because they’re probably virgins, and you’re very pretty… and still showing your underwear.”

Steph groaned as he looked back at the lace panties clearly visible at the top of his butt-crack again. All it needed was a tramp stamp to complete the look.

‘A butterfly would look pretty cute… Wait, no, what am I thinking?!?’

He hauled his pants back up again.

“Well.. I am pretty.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Shut up, meat-head,” he tittered, looking up at Andres’ mirthful visage.

The man squeezed his hand, and Steph felt safe.

“Okay, we’re here.”

The aisle with games was on it, with all of the ‘War Dogs’ games in a line.

“War Dogs 4 is here…. One second hand would be cool,” said Steph guiltily, placing his hand on the case.

“Wait, what’s that one then?”

Steph followed his gaze to the glossy display at the end of the aisle.

“Oh, that’s the latest one, number 5… but it’s a rip-off, all new games are.”

“Nonsense… for my baby, she deserves the best.”

Steph rubbed his arm.

“Andres, I can’t…”

“Daddy,” he corrected her. “You will accept it.”

“Daddy,” she said, feeling guilty, “ .. it’s too much… you’ve shown me the villa, the burger place, and…”

Andres grabbed Steph’s ass, crushing her against him before she could think.

“You’re going to accept what I give you, understand?”

Steph moaned, open-mouthed as his whole body reacted to the power of Daddy.

“Yeah,” he gasped, cock shoved against Andres’ bulge, outclassed as the man handled him like a baby.

“You’ll take what I give you, yes?”

Steph’s adrenaline was so high he thought his head might explode, heart beating a million miles an hour.

“Yeah!” he uttered.

Then he was let down, and he fell to the floor.

Andres did not move to pick him up, which only heightened the pleasure of his pathetic submission.

“You’ll be playing War Dogs 5 tonight.”

“Yes Daddy,” Steph hissed, looking up at Daddy, clitty so hard and leaking so much pre-cum that she’d never felt more like a girl… or more alive, than at that moment.

“Get up.”

Stephanie got up, clamping herself to Andres’ side, smelling him like the finest perfume as she drank in the majesty of her man.

‘God I could die happy now… as long as I get him inside me again.’

His lips met Andres’ once more, and their kiss was furious, trying to pull each other in so far that it was as if they would fuse together into one writhing, indefinable being, blond hair running down the young woman’s back as she thrust her crotch into Daddy’s, trying to meld his cock into her belly.

***

The taxi back ride couldn’t have been more different to the first, Steph sat side-saddle on Andres’ lap, head laid against his chest, feeling the vibrations of the man’s heart as it battered against the confines of his ribcage.

The taxi driver flicked a wary eye into his mirrors. He had tried to tell Steph to remain in his seat, but Steph had kept sidling into Andres’ lap, to the point where the man had given up, only protesting angrily when Steph had tried to insert her tongue into Andres’ mouth and turn the passenger seat into a make-out chair.

Eventually they made it back to the villa, Stephanie bundling herself out of the car, and then they were running, hand in hand towards the front door as the tires squealed and the taxi roared away.

Steph was ready to get fucked so hard he would barely be able to stand, and they shared a deep, tongued kiss, swapping moans back and forth, Andres reaching a hand into the back of Steph’s open waistband and grabbing a handful of ass, making Steph swoon as he slid up and played with the top of his panties, pulling it up slightly to give him a playful wedgie.

“OoFF! Andres come on!!” he whimpered, as the panties rode up his crack and balls.

“Or what?”

“I’ll be your dirty little girl!” he moaned, “just fuck me Daddy, just FUCK ME…”

They bundled their way through the front door, grinning and tittering as they locked lips over and over again.

“Well hello there!”

A round-faced girl with frizzy hair was sitting on the couch, eyeing them with a surprised expression.

Steph gasped, shoving Andres away which, due to their size difference, meant he pushed off of a man-shaped pillar, tripping over his own legs as he clattered to the floor.

“OOoomph!”

Grace’s head appeared a few seconds later next to the stranger, peaking above the top of the sofa where she had been stretched out, eyebrows creasing in confusion as she took in the sight of Steph panting, sprawled on the floor, hands trembling.

“Oh hey guys… uh…. how was the mall?”

It looked like his makeup had been smudged again, although she couldn’t tell if it had happened during his fall. It didn’t look like it… And he was wearing the wig again.

She scanned him with a grin.

“I uh… guess you had a good time?.... This is Cassie by the way… She lives next door with her boyfriend. Steph, Cassie, Cassie… Steph.”

“It’s Stephanie actually,” Andres corrected with a wink, and Grace giggled.

“Oops, yeah, sorry! Stephanie.”

Steph tried to slow the thumping in his chest as the new girl smirked.

“Stephanie, right…. Well nice to meet ya… seems like my neighbour gave ya more than a good time if you ask me….”

He took a long breath, dragging himself as carefully as he dared to his feet to try and give his erection time to go down. It vehemently refused, and as it was he clasped his hands to his front, knees turned inwards.

“I-It was… fine…”

Andres looked on with a humorous expression.

“Hey Cass.”

“Heyyyyy Andres… who’s your new girlfriend?”

“I’m not his girlfriend…..!”

A thoughtful look crept onto Cassie’s face that worried Steph immensely.

“Hmmm…. Interesting….So just now when you guys were-,”

“Playing around!” Steph interjected in a high-pitched voice, desperately hoping that Cassie wouldn’t spill the beans in front of Grace. “Just…. Playing silly games!”

It didn’t help his point that his voice had gone higher pitched than ever.

Grace looked curiously between the two of them, and Steph stuttered until Andres came to the rescue.

“Indeed…. Grace, it turns out Stephanie here is a bit of gamer, so we’re gonna play some games tonight.”

Steph felt immense gratitude towards Andres in that moment, his chest warming.

Grace’s face lit up.

“Games?? Oh me and Cassie were thinking the same thing, that sounds perfect!”

Steph’s eyebrows rose, as he tried to stand up straight and clamped his hand even tighter to his throbbing cock.

Grace had never gamed with him.

“Y…you guys want to play games?”

Grace cocked her head.

“Well, yeah of course!”

Cassie nodded, leaning back on the couch.

“Dee and my boyfriend Gale brought one of the best games, we’ll be playing it tonight.”

He couldn’t believe that Grace had suddenly become a gamer. Was she really becoming even more perfect?

Steph sniffed, attempting to put aside whatever it was between him and Andres into a closet in his mind, resolving to do everything in his power to win her over. This mantra proved difficult to solidify in his mind as Daddy immediately distracted Steph by moving behind him and caressing his ass, coaxing more pre-cum to dribble into the front of his panties as Grace grinned.

“Oh guys I can’t wait, tonight is gonna be so great!”

“Guh yeah…… Sure-… sounds great, y-yeah..”

He tripped over the chatter, trying to subtly push Andres’ hand away whilst keeping his other hand covering his visible bulge.

Cassie was cocking her head.

“Yeah, I think we’re all gonna have a reaaall fun time…”

Andres was too strong, squeezing a little tighter, fingers digging into his ass, making Steph whimper.

“Are… are you okay?” Grace asked, frowning in concern.

“Yes.. YES! Fine, all fine…hnn….”

His panties were becoming sopping wet, and he began to fear that a damp spot would start showing up on the front of his jeans.

“….Just… had a lot to eat today……”

Steph tried to slide away but Andres hooked a finger into his panties, giving him a wedgie.

“Hnnnn.”

“By the way.. have you seen my black suspenders?” asked Grace.

Steph went tomato red, pulling the jeans up that had slipped down his behind again as Andres pulled the black lace a little tighter, riding deep into Steph’s crack.

“I think I may have found them,” grinned Cassie, cocking her head sideways.

Grace turned to Cassie, and Steph mouthed a “NO,” to her as she made to open her mouth, shaking his head vehemently.

“Huh?”

“Please,” he mouthed, as Cassie eyed him carefully, a measured look on her face, before speaking.

“Urm….. just… just kidding!…. Andres, you got any idea where they are?”

“No idea,” he said, smirking as he pulled them a little tighter, making Steph’s eyes water.

She tried to contain her mirth as Grace turned back.

“Steph?”

“N-no, sorry…. Maybe you forgot to pack themmmm!” he whined, feeling uncomfortable, and yet utterly aroused by the man whose fingers were now worming their way down the back of Grace’s panties, journeying between his cheeks. Steph didn’t know if Andres was intentionally prying downwards, but he didn’t want to wait to find out where his fingers ended up, because he knew he would probably explode if Andres reached the rim of his asshole and inserted a finger inside.

Grace absent-mindedly rubbed her arm.

“Hmm, maybe the cleaner packed them somewhere…”

“I guess we’ll never know,” Cassie said, the edge of her lip turned up in a sneer.

She sat up and began to make her way to the kitchen, trying to contain her laughter as Steph’s face went from blushing to full on tomato-red.

“I’ll go check if they’re in the fridge…” She peered a little further to the side so she could clearly see Andres’ finger sliding between his cheeks. “And uh…..Nice to meet you, Stephanie.”

Grace snorted at the joke, but Steph felt burning shame as Cassie’s eyes met his a final time before she left.

At least Grace didn’t know…. For now.

Andres’s finger was now deep in the panties, pressing between his buns.

Steph’s face went white, and he placed a hand on Andres’ thigh, squeezing gently.

“I-I should go check… Upstairs….”

A finger made contact with his puckered butthole and began to oscillate, and Steph’s breathing became fast and shallow as Andres began to finger him.

He glanced back over his shoulder with the most pleading look he could muster.

“I’ll…. Check…….. please…”

Grace watched in confusion as Steph looked back at Andres, slightly bent forward as Andres put one final flutter against Steph’s hole which soaked the front of his panties, Steph now certain a dark stain was appearing somewhere in the crotch area of his jeans.

The lace snapped to the back of his ass as Andres withdrew his finger.

“I-I’LL go check!”

He flew from Andres and hobbled upstairs, across the landing and into Grace’s bathroom, slamming the door shut.

He barely had enough time to lock himself in before sitting down and thrusting his jeans to the floor, revealing the absolute mess he had made in Grace’s lacy underwear.

“Oooohhhhhhhh, Dadddyyyyyy!!!” he hissed as he began to rub his panties, peaking the top of his clitty above so he wouldn’t stain it any further with his guilt-juice, despite the fact it was sopping wet.

‘Oh God…’

He could feel the end in sight, and before he knew what he was doing, he had slipped a finger to the rim of his asshole as he remembered Daddy doing it, heightening the pleasure as it washed over him, violently fingering himself.

“Dadddyyyyyyyy!!….”

He squealed as a jet of cum launched into the air, landing on the tiles in white spotted rain that spread in front of his shaking legs.

“Huhgghhh…..”

Another thin, translucent rope rocketed from his groin, peppering the floor again as he jabbed the fingers against his anal ring.

When the pleasure finally began to dissipate Steph collapsed, legs spread, the blissful haze fading quickly as shame descended on him, weighing down his shoulders which began to sag towards the floor.

‘…What the fuck is wrong with me?...’

***

Steph glanced around the room, nerves racking his brain, pawing at his tight jeans with long nails which dug into his thighs.

Dee, Andres, Grace and Gale smiled as Cassie brandished bottles of various tinted alcohols in each hand, sat around the head of a long ornate dining room table. Bay windows opened out onto well-kept greenery, with shadows from the forest behind it, and braziers had been lit around the villa, unnecessary considering there were electric lamps, but it provided a touch of atmosphere, a sense of intrigue for the night ahead as the sun disappeared over the horizon.

“Okay guys, GAME NIGHT has officially begun!!!”

Their expressions seemed to become more mysterious under the flickering lights, traditional headmasks with long dark faces watching from the walls, contrasted with sleek cupboards and cabinets containing antique wooden trinkets and jewellery. It almost felt like a treasure hunter’s lair (of course, the subtle pump of rap music throbbing in the background continued to remind Steph of his very current predicament.).

Steph tried to adjust the panties wedged between his butt-cheeks and relax, but having hidden away for the last few hours as best he could from the rest of the group, there was now nowhere to go.

“So this is Stephanie huh?” said Gale, giving a friendly nod to Steph, “Grace told me about you.”

“Yeah!” nodded Grace, “She’s my best friend!”

Steph’s torso tightened. She’d told everyone he was her best friend, a girl, and that his name was Stephanie once more. Was this really going to be his identity for the whole trip?

Gale smiled easily.

“’Ey, nice to meet you Stephanie.”

‘At least Gale seems friendly.’

“You too,” he said softly, bouncing on his seat as he realised that the tall, dark-skinned man with cornrows had not for a moment considered that he was anything other than a woman.

That in itself made him feel proud of his natural feminine looks.

Cricket noises and odd chirps echoed from the forest, a constant buzz that added to the undercurrent of energy as Cassie pressed a little tighter against Gale’s side.

“Keep your eyes off that one, she likes them black,” said Cassie, grinning, “but then… don’t we all?”

She made a pointed stare to the man sitting next to Steph, and Steph kept his lips sealed, avoiding looking in Andres’ direction, because doing that meant instant whore mode.

He looked over at the glasses on one corner of the table.

Of course this is what they meant by games.

Drinking games.

Grace caught his eye and turned to the side so he could see her profile, as if showing off to a friend, eyes widening with excitement. His addled mind couldn’t help enjoying the crop top Grace was wearing which had her breasts pressed out in front of her as if demanding to be ogled at, cute little belly button hiding in the centre of her stomach with tight leather pants clung to her legs, showing up the litheness and subtle curves of her body that she so loved to flaunt.

“What do you think? Dee got it for me today! Plus some… other things.”

“Y..yeah…”

‘What ‘other things’ did he buy her?…’

Cassie’s hand reached from nowhere and tugged at the front of the Grace’s cleavage, aiming it in the direction of Dee.

“Come on girl, don’t be shy, you gotta show him what you got!”

Something in Steph’s temple ached as Grace guiltily laughed whilst looking up at Dee, as well as something in his panties growing as the top flirted with the edges of her nipples.

Andres moved in his peripheral vision, and Steph had to close his eyes and take a long breath to try and cool the heat rising in him. He was now sat in a minefield whilst about to lose his inhibitions to alcohol, the heat of the tropical evening making everything feel hazier, less defined.

‘Maybe I could just say I feel sick and go to bed early?’

He watched as Dee began to whisper into Grace’s ear, her giggling as she leaned towards him, touching the edge of his crisp white shirt.

A ball lodged in Steph’s throat.

‘But… if Grace is left alone with them…?’

“Good luck,” whispered Andres.

Steph nearly jumped out of his seat. He had forgotten how close Daddy was.

‘Andres, not Daddy.. Andres, not Daddy, Daddy… No, ANDRES…….’

He was wearing dark trousers and a smart black shirt, and the close proximity had Steph’s senses on overdrive, not helped by that citrusy cologne which was already flirting with the edges of his nostrils.

“……Th-Thanks…”

As Steph’s brain churned itself into a pink soup over his Daddy, Dee unveiled a box with a deck of purple playing cards, and an odd assortment of items, including a blindfold, a feather duster, and various other sexual items.

“Everyone, this game is called ‘More Than Friends!’”

Cassie began to bounce in her seat, waving her hand as she took over with a manic grin.

“Sooooo basically all we have to do is take one card from the deck, and do whatever it says….!”

Grace responded, “Sounds fun!”

“Yes, but there are additional rules,” Dee said as he placed his hand on Grace’s shoulder, which made Steph clutch the table a little tighter. The black on white was annoyingly pleasant on the eye.

“If you refuse to do a task, you have to down half your drink… I hope all you bitches can take your alcohol.”

There were titters from all corners as Steph looked over at the purple box with a sick feeling in his stomach. This already felt too familiar to the situation in the limousine.

‘Just do what the cards say, and don’t swear. Easy…. Right?’

He dreamed wistfully of playing war dogs 5 with Andres, and then shook his head, because that was a weird thing to dream of.

Grace herself seemed feverish with excitement.

“Andres, I hope you’re making those amaaaazing drinks of yours!”

“Of course.”

He was already pouring liquids into a jug, Steph instinctively licking his lips because he knew just how wonderful Andres’ drinks tasted.

‘And his neck…. his mouth.. Wait, STOP IT…’

He adjusted his jeans which were tight around his ass in particular.

‘Don’t get sucked in… just drink when you have to.’

The purple and gold works of art were finished with a few cubes of ice in each glass and handed out, Steph managed to fight off his instincts to drain the one in his hand, waiting until everyone had a glass.

Grace raised her drink, looking at Steph as she mused on what to toast.

“Toooo… To the…..”

Cassie muttered something in her ear.

Her expression brightened.

“…. To the mystery of the missing suspenders!”

Steph’s face went white, but he said nothing as the rest chuckled and clinked glasses, Cassie staring into his soul as she began to pour the liquid down her throat.

The material suddenly felt quite chafing between his cheeks.

‘I’m such a dirty slut.. I should have taken them off… but they feel so good.’

“MPhhaaahhh… oh that’s good,” Grace moaned, like she was halfway to an orgasm.

Steph brought the glass to his lips, and immediately forgot he was supposed to be pacing himself, because the taste was so refreshing that he had to drink a third of the glass just to quench a thirst he hadn’t realised was there the whole time.

“Mphhohhh…”

“How is it?” said Andres, sipping his own.

“Show-off,” muttered Steph, brushing his hand on the man’s arm, feeling the power in the man’s body and even tickling the edge of the man’s thigh before he managed to convince his hand to retreat.

“Apologies m’lady, I’ll make you something more suitable next time.”

“See that you do!” he pouted, pursing his lips in the man’s direction, and folding his leg over on one side. A dying part of him shrank in disgust at the way he was acting; another part of him was wishing he had changed into a dress for the evening.

His chest was already warm where the alcohol had touched it, and he could see the same with the others, Cassie’s cheeks pink as she shouted.

“Stephanie, YOU FIRST!”

“Uh, yeah, sure thing girllll,” he responded, waving an effeminate hand at her before regretting the outburst as Grace began to caw.

“HA, oh Stephanie you are such a BABE!”

“Yeah… yeah just… just joking….”

He looped a small portion of his long blond hair around his finger as he turned the card over.

‘Take off any socks, gloves or hats immediately, and then remove a further two items of clothing, or drink four fingers.’

He realised that meant taking off his jeans and shirt, which would leave him wearing nothing but stockings, suspenders, and a bra.

His panties were stained with cum…

‘If I drink… will I be able to control myself?’

One sly look to his right made his heart accelerate, Andres’ razor-sharp chin pointed in his direction.

“UHM…..I’ll… I’ll drink.…”

“OOOOOHHHhhhh, Stephanie’s a scared little lady!” beamed Grace, making Steph clench his jaw tight as she motioned to Andres. “I think she might need a refill!”

He watched as Andres poured his glass all the way to the top.

“There you go baby.”

“… Thanks….”

He took heart in managing to avoid saying the D word.

“Come on little girl, what are you scared of?” said Dee, eyes full to the brim with smugness. Steph crinkled his nose at the man sitting shoulder to shoulder with grace, before sniffing and bringing the glass to his lips.

‘I’m afraid you’re going to fuck my childhood sweetheart in front of me….’

Then those tropical flavours hit his tastebuds and a wave of freedom washed over him.

“Woooahh YASSSS!”

“DRIIIINKKKKK!”

Steph gulped and gulped, and when he had finished he looked down at the empty glass, his belly warm.

“Well… I don’t think there’s a rule about drinking more than what the card says?” grinned Grace.

Dee shook his head.

“Bitches can drink as much as they want in this house!”

Everyone laughed as Steph blinked.

He didn’t feel drunk at all yet.

Then a hand reached his thigh.

“Feeling okay?”

He turned to look up at Andres and his world lurched. The lips were slightly open like the man was waiting for Steph to kiss him.

‘He’s just waiting…..’

The hand on his leg squeezed, and Steph had the overpowering urge lean into the man and press his lips against the man’s mouth, heart pounding in his chest.

“Time for Daddy to show baby how it’s done!” said Grace.

Steph started as Andres removed his hand, his clitty swollen as Daddy picked a card.

‘You’re fine…. You’re… you’re finnne….’

His gaze found Grace who winked back, smiling at his legs crossed tightly together. He couldn’t even return it, head already swimming.

Andres spoke in a voice which reverberated around the spacious room.

“Reveal the person you fancy most at the table, and tell them why.”

‘Oh no, no, nnno…..’

Everyone at the table fell quiet as Steph turned up to those dark floodlights settle on him, his heart accelerating to the point it was hammering his chest. He could almost smell the testosterone exuding from the man’s pores.

Andres’ eyes crinkled in amusement.

“Stephanie, I don’t know if it’s your ass or those whore lips, but either way I want to see what they look like with my dick inside them.”

The girls whooped in shock, Grace covering her mouth in disbelief.

“WOAHHH!”

Heat was running up Steph’s arms like he was back in that bed, being pounded like a prime rump steak under the man’s meat hammer as his stomach quivered, jaw yoyoing up and down.

‘Oh fuck.’

Steph knew he had to look away, but he could feel the moistness of his mouth, enjoying the texture of his own lips much more now that Daddy had mentioned them, and a breathless smile came to his face before he hastily tried to lower it to something not openly excited.

“Uh….Th-thanks…ha….!”

Anyone in the room could see the pretty figure was flustered, red-faced and shifting in her seat.

‘I feel tipsyyy… hee looks even more handsome than earlier….’.

“Here, your drink is empty,” said Andres, filling him up once more.

“Th… thanks…”

When he had filled Steph’s cup to the brim, Andres raised his own, which was once again filled with whiskey.

“Here’s to you, bitch.”

The girls were making choking noises, so difficult was it to not melt with laughter, and Steph didn’t respond, too focused on making the glasses clink and not get lost in Daddy’s eyes.

*clink*

They both took a sip, but just when Steph thought he might have made it through, Andres pushed a little more.

“I mean… who knows what we’d do if we were alone? I’d probably pound you all night long.”

“Wh… what…”

“ANDRES!” screeched Grace, Cassie joining her in their delighted screaming.

All Steph saw was Andres.

The words spilled from his mouth before he could pull them back in, the urge to respond too great.

“Maybe you should shut up before I let you, Daddy!”

His heart stopped as the girls exploded in raucous, screeching laughter, but it didn’t penetrate Steph’s brain, his world silent as he gazed into Andres’ eyes, drawing him towards his lips until a word from Grace broke the rapture once more.

“WOW…. That was uh, detailed guys!”

“Y-Yeah!” blurted Steph, finally managed to break eye contact, rubbing his knees under the table to try and work off the energy building in his body. “Really f-funnny joke, right????…..”

Cassie’s stare could have cut diamonds.

“You weren’t joking… I bet you’d suck his balls dry.”

Grace eagerly nodded, tears almost in her eyes from laughter.

“Yeah, you’re definitely a blowjob QUEEN! Such a Stephanie thing.’

“Ha, I-I think it’s Dee’s turn,” stammered Steph, their laughter ringing in his ears, hoping that Dee would pick a card quickly so he wouldn’t have to think about how much he genuinely wanted to taste Daddy’s dick.

Thankfully Dee did finally pick a card, flourishing it.

“It says…. Tell the table your body count.”

The girls were still coming down from their high, chuckling at Steph’s open smuttiness.

“OOOOOhhhhh, let’s hear it,” grinned Grace, “I’m sure you’ve been quite innocent.”

“Well if we’re being honest, it might take a while to count.”

Everything Dee did annoyed Steph even more, folding his arms and pouting as he wondered how many women Dee had bedded… he was certainly a specimen of a man.

Immediately horrible scenarios of Dee fucking Grace in a million positions popped into his head, each more invasive and degrading than the last.

‘No..’

Steph’s alcohol-addled brain didn’t let up, reminding him of all the times he’d struck out with every girl he’d ever fancied… well, except Grace….. who was staring at Dee with intrigue.

“OHHHHhhh, right, let’s say… above fifty?”

Dee nodded.

Grace leaned towards him.

“Above… a hundred?”

Steph felt humiliation weaselling into his mind.

‘No way.. I didn’t manage one girl ever…’

Another nod brought a gasp.

“Oh my GOD!! You’re terrible!.... two hundred?!”

A ball had appeared in Steph’s throat.

“I think somewhere between the last two is enough without specifics.”

“Jeez!” chuckled Grace, clearly impressed.

“Oh come on!” nudged Cassie as she took another gulp of her drink, “don’t be surprised, he’s black, that’s average for them!”.

Steph balled his fists, hating that Grace nodded in response as if she had just been told that grass is green.

“Oh, whatever,” he uttered, loud enough that everyone could hear it.

Cassie honed in on his comment like a hawk.

“Excuse me?”

Steph shifted, face flushing from the alcohol, his dislike for Cassie growing.

“Well… It’s just…. Probably exaggerated, that’s all..”

Her grin widened.

“Oh really… got any experience with black guys Stephanie?”

Steph’s stomach sank as her grin grew wide, and his forehead began to heat up as she subtly mimed a fingering action – just like Andres had fingered his ass earlier that day.

“Ah… NO, not yet….”

“Yet?” grinned Grace.

“… OR AT ALL, EVER… Like… I wouldn’t…”

Grace cut in.

“I’m not so sure about that! Who was it you were mentioning earlier…..?”

She pretended to think for a moment before exclaiming loudly.

“Oh, it was DAAAADDDDDDDDDYYYYY!”

Everyone laughed except Steph, whose cheeks burned.

“H-Hey, whose turn is it next,” he stammered, trying to change the subject.

“Oh no, you don’t,” chuckled Cassie with a cruel ring in her tone, “Either you agree with black superiority to all other men… in EVERY department!... or you can tell us what… other men… have that they don’t.”

“I-I don’t…”

The men were smirking around him now as Steph tripped over his words, attempting to ignore the perfect adonises all around him, desperate to suggest to Grace that somehow black superiority wasn’t gospel.

“… There’s more to things-”

Cassie cut him off.

“Look, let’s make a bet!… make out with Andres.. sorry, daddy… for ten seconds, and if you don’t like it, you can say that black men aren’t the best.”

Grace laughed out loud and clapped.

“OH my God Cass!! You’re so evil… I love it.”

“WHAT… no… no I’m not making out with Daddy… ANDRES, with Andres…”

His lips quivered as he glanced right and died inside looking at that broad chest, those pumped arms.

‘Oh fuck….’

Grace cut in, grinning.

“But…. I guess how can you know if you don’t try?!”

“I-I just.. know!”

“Well, if it’s only for ten seconds!”

“Yeah, exactly!” agreed Cassie

“What are you afraid of?” Dee added, with a casual, arrogant look on his face.

Steph’s heart pounded against his breast, knees cinched together, blood rushing south.

‘Ten seconds? I can last that long. Easy…Riiight?....’

He blinked, trying to think of way out, but he was distracted by Grace who was biting her lip awaiting his response. Dee nudged her and whispered something, making her titter and whisper back, lips almost touching his ear.

‘If I can show that just being a black guy isn’t the be all and end all….’

“… You know what? FINE!”

The girls cheered as Steph screwed his eyes shut and turned to the right, puckering his lips.

“Go on girl!!!”

“That’s our Stephanie! You show him who’s boss!”

‘Easy. Just don’t look.’

He waited for the kiss.

Nothing touched his face.

‘Come on.’

A few giggles from the girls made his cheek twitch.

‘Why isn’t he…?’

He creaked an eye open, and the beauty of Daddy poured into his irises, unmoved from his chair.

The smooth skin. The hard jawline. The ferocious certainty of his expression.

As if by magic the girlish figure’s lips parted before her man, excited, the breath leaving Steph’s lungs as he opened his eyes fully, staring at Andres with growing desire.

His instinct screamed at him to wrap his arms around the man, any words he had drowned in saliva, a gargled whine coming from his throat instead.

Andres’ hands came to his sides, and lifted the girly figure onto his lap, side on. Stephanie’s hand came to steady herself on his chest, two poufy butt-cheeks settling onto Daddy’s knee.

The two locked eyes, and the tension in the room became palpable, the girls stifling gasps with hands over their mouths as Steph leaned forward… and rubbed his lips a little against Andres.

The man rubbed back, and for a few seconds they teased back and forth before, without any prompting, they both opened their mouths at the same time and entwined their tongues.

“WOOOOOHHhhhh!!!!!”

Cassie couldn’t hold it in, and Grace burst out in accompanying laughter as Andres’ tongue bulled into Steph’s mouth, and he found himself moaning, hands moving higher to stroke the man’s face, his legs threatening to twist into a whore straddle at any second and let himself be devoured by the man sucking his tongue out of his face.

“OH MY GOD!”

“STEPHANIEEEE! YOU GET HIM GIRRL!!”

“MhhhhMMMM…”

The two fought back and forth for far longer than ten seconds, Steph moaning as Andres forced a river of saliva down his throat, tasting the whiskey in his breath. They pushed back and forth again and again, moaning and grunting, savagely feeling each other’s faces, before they finally broke the kiss, a sliver of drool connecting their lips.

‘Yeeesssssssss.’

The girls’ clapping and screaming only penetrated Steph’s brain as he was about to go back in for round two, and suddenly he was blushing so hard he was sure his cheeks had been heated in an oven as he turned to look at the ecstatic faces of Grace and Cassie, and the nonchalant looks of Dee and Gale, heart pounding in his chest, sat on a bulge which was digging into his left butt-cheek as he threw his hands to his lap, covering the rock-hard clitty forming a tent in his dress.

‘Please tell me they didn’t see my erection…’

It took a few moments for the girls to be able to form discernible words.

“……OOOHHHHH MY GOD!!”

“HAHA WOW, steady guys, that was intense! I think you should get a rooooom!”

Stephanie’s cheeks were burning.

“Still think black guys aren’t all that?” said Dee, lounging back in his chair. He nudged Grace who nudged back, locking eyes with him.

“I’m convinced,” she responded.

Steph’s heart was thumping so loud he was sure everyone in the room could hear it, struggling to look anyone in the eye.

Cassie smirked, “Soooooo, what did you think of your first black experience?”

“Uh… it was…. It was f-…..” He attempted to remove himself from Andres’ lap, and a hand subtly squeezed his ass, keeping him in place “-N-NOT BAD, ha… it was not bad…”

Andres nuzzled him, and when he looked up he knew he would kiss back if prompted.

“… maybe it was.. a little good…”

Grace cocked her head, a look of genuine happiness on her face for her friend.

“If you say so Stephanie!… hey, you have something… just there…”

She pointed to his lips, and he felt the saliva there.

‘Oh God….’

The realisation of what he might look like might his stomach tighten, a little tart sitting on a man's lap, lipstick probably smudged across his cheek, chest expanding to try and fuel the blood racing through his body with oxygen.

“Thanks…Uh…”

He could feel large hands rubbing his thighs, the heat from the alcohol in his chest spreading to his fingertips as he subtly put them behind his back, angling down to clasp the bulge protruding from Andres’ crotch.

For a moment the music lulled, and no-one spoke, Stephanie gazing up into the eyes of her man, both figures lost in their shared passion.

Everyone in the room could see the chemistry; two lovers trying to hold themselves back from the most savage of unions, the young girlish figure trembling in the arms of a powerful alpha male who jostled her easily, trying to send her into overdrive with long squeezes and rubs of every inch of her body.

‘We’re about to make out… it’ll be over… I’m gonna want his huge cock railing me tonight….’

He could almost taste the anticipation in the audience, no-one speaking now as he let out a small sigh, bouncing gently on Daddy’s lap, squeezing the man’s erection.

“I…”

‘Maybe you should kisss himmmm….’

“I… nnnneed to… check my makeup…” He uttered, tripping over his words, trying to deepen his voice from its feminine tone and failing as the girl’s eyes went wide with excitement.

“WAIT… did that bitch say makeup??” grinned Cassie

“I think she did!!!” responded Grace.

‘Oh…’

“Oh Hell yeah….!!”

“Wait… no…. BATHROOM, I need to use the bathroom….!”

It was too late.

“Attention ladies … IT’S BITCHES TIIIIME!” squealed Grace.

“YAAAS!”

They sprang up, and before he could retort he was being pulled off of Andres’ lap, coaxed towards Grace’s room once more, at least thankful he had temporarily avoided losing his mind, panties tented and probably soaking in his juices as he was led to the door, glancing back to see his own hunger mirrored in Andres’ expression, looking down whilst biting his lip at the steel bar bulging down his right trouser leg.

‘Oh God fuck me….’

A large part of him wanted to tear away from the girls and ran straight back to Daddy.

“FINALLY, honestly Stephanie I think we really need to get you into something special tonight,” urged Grace.

“Yeah,” grinned Cassie, “Something slutty as hell!”

“A-are you guys sure?” he whispered, the alcohol making his head spin slightly as he was half-carried up the stairs, still dreaming of what his mixed babies with Andres would look like.

“YES,” said Grace, “Come on we can’t leave you out? What kind of girlfriends would we be!”

They pulled him into the bathroom.

“Do what you gotta do beforehand, because when you’re done, we’re gonna make you PERFECT!” leered Cassie, slamming the door closed.

“Shit,” he muttered.

Steph sat on the toilet, waiting for his senses to come to him, head spinning.

He’d drank way too much…

‘This is bad…’

He was exactly where he shouldn’t be, far beyond tipsy, and gagging for Andres.

‘He only needed to get close.. I was nothing more than a desperate slut…’

His erection took an age to deflate, as he tried to push the feeling of a true penis in his hands away. Eventually Steph shrank to his original, even smaller size. He regarded his clitty like someone who had found an undiscovered mole.

‘What a joke… why couldn’t I just have a pussy in the first place, it would make so much more sense!’

He shook his head, which swam a bit as he rubbed it.

‘I’m just drunk…. Maybe I should pee before the girls get to work…’

Somehow doing it whilst sitting down felt right, calming even, and by the time he washed his hands and opened the door he was almost prepared for the task ahead - until he was grabbed, and a flurry of hands began stripping him down.

“Uh, guys…. *OOF*, can we…. Wait-!”

“STEPH!” squealed Grace, staring at her missing suspenders, complete with huge wet spots on the front of the panties.

“Someone got excited,” sneered Cassie.

His voice was so quiet that he could barely get the words out, looking down at the floor as he attempted to cover up.

“S-sorry…”

Grace slapped Cassie on the arm, her tone became serious for a moment, and she placed a finger under Steph’s chin, bringing him up to look into shining eyes.

“Hey Steph.. you can tell me anything, you know that right?”

He gazed into the hazel pools, losing himself in them for a moment.

His heart began to thump, and blood flowed south.

“Uh yeah… Cassie can you stop-!”

His voice went high as Cassie attempted to slide a finger underneath the panties.

“Woops,” she sneered, letting go.

Grace shot her an annoyed look.

“Hey, would you quit it Cass!…. Okay, let’s see what we’re working with…”

They stood back and looked him up and down, his jeans, shoes and blouse removed, standing in stockings, suspenders and a bra.

“Oh hell yes,” muttered Cassie, observing his cute ass and soft body, “They’re gonna love you once we’re done with you.”

Steph glanced in the mirror and found the girl staring back looked ravishing, flanked by the two beauties either side.

‘Wow…’

He shifted his legs so his ass was sticking out, and the girls both let out delighted titters.

“Well, that’s a start!”

“Why don’t we change it up a little?”

“Oh hell no, those suspenders are WORKING!”

“Well…. I do have another set….”

Cassie grinned at her friend.

“You naughty girl…”

Grace blushed.

“Well… I wasn’t sure if I would need to wear them but…. I think Andres deserves to see the real Stephanie!”

Steph gazed at the angelic white straps as they were placed in his hand with panties, stockings and bra.

“Go!” squealed Grace, slapping him on the bum, and the cruel laughter that followed him as he closed the door shut almost convinced him that he should try to stay in the bathroom for the rest of the evening.

‘I could just stay here… wait for the alcohol to leave my system…. Avoid Daddy…’

His hands fiddled with the soft texture of the stockings.

‘Maybe I should just take them off.’

The girl in the mirror stare quizzically back.

‘She looks so hot…’

He watched the girl as she ran her hands down her leg, feeling her skin under the thin material.

‘God, they feel amazing… she looks so sexy…..’

His fingers caressed back up to the suspenders, and on to the underwear.

It was all that was needed to confirm what he knew he wanted all along.

‘Get ready to fuck this girl as hard as you can Daddy.’

His hands began moving of their own accord, stripping the black set and throwing it to the floor, rolling the white set up his legs, clipping them together.

When he emerged from the bathroom, the two girls were nearly violent in their joy.

“OHMMMAAAGOOOODDD!!!”

“STEPHANIE! Oh you WITCH!”

They began to pinch and squeeze every inch of him, and his knees turned inwards as they checked his ass, his legs, his chest.

“G-guys…!”

“Oh you’re going to make someone very happy…” said Cassie.

“We don’t know that,” laughed Grace with a wink, “maybe she’s just enjoying the experience, right Stephanie?”

“R… right….”

“Now, all we need now is a dress!”

“And makeup.”

“And shoes of course!”

They went to work, and Cassie and Grace both picked out pretty dresses, holding them next to each other.

“Which one!!”

But Steph was already staring at one that had caught his eye in the wardrobe.

Grace followed his eyeline and her jaw dropped.

“No way… seriously???!”

“What?” said Steph, coming out of his trance, but before he could rethink she was already flying the dress to him.

“YES, YES, YESSSSSS, oh my god Stephanie you SLUT!” she sang, cheeks red from grinning.

Cassie merely smirked as Steph took the dress, and he turned away from her haughtily as he pulled it onto his body.

It fit perfectly, and the girls stood back and admired the ridiculously revealing white dress which just about squeezed over his bubbly ass.

“Ooooh when we get you some tits you’re gonna be a dream,” breathed Cassie.

“W…what?” replied Steph, already nervously running his hands across his waist.

She didn’t answer, but when he checked himself in the mirror he gained an almost immediate erection over how slutty the girl staring back looked, wearing a dress that would make a stripper blush, barely covering his panties and leaving the suspenders clear to see.

‘Wow.’

He looked like he should be walking the Vegas strip.

“Right… just shoes, nails and makeup left,” said Grace, breathless as she ran to the makeup table and Cassie to the shoe-rack.

“Th-this is all happening a little fast,” muttered Steph, but the girls worked in tandem to overwhelm him, Cassie returning with shoes that would have shamed a stripper, Grace with long pink nails and makeup so whore-ish that Steph almost wished he could do it himself, painting his lips on even bigger than they needed to be, lashes so long and thick that it was difficult to blink, and when they had finished Steph could barely breath to look at himself.

He was the dictionary definition of a whore.

“Ohhhh YES!”

“This is going to be amazzzzing….”

“I reckon Andres is gonna nut all over your face tonight,” grinned Cassie.

“CASS!” squealed Grace, laughing as Steph’s face grew red.

“What?” she tittered, gesturing to him. “Oh you’re right… he’ll probably wanna swallow it.”

Grace was beside herself, rolling onto the bed.

“STOP, I CAN’T!!!”

“Hey… is it okay if I…. take a little moment to prepare myself?” muttered Steph, watching the girls guffawing.

Cassie ignored him, but Grace nodded after her chuckles had died off.

“…. Oh of course!.... Cass, come on, let’s go!”

“UUUGHHHhh finnnne!”

She dragged Cassie through the door, who mimed a cock going in and out of her mouth on the way out, followed by laughter as the pair staggered down the landing.

“Bitch,” he muttered.

Steph found himself wobbling on his heels.

‘Jees… those drinks are strong…’

He tried to still his racing heart, fiddling with his hands as he turned to the mirror, and a small moan escaped his lips at the girl flirted with the hem of her skirt, almost revealing the white wedge between her legs.

‘Oh my God….’

The girl shook her head, brushing a lock of blond hair behind his ear before checked her makeup and hair once more in the mirror, smooching smouldering lips and blowing a kiss.

‘She looks like such a slut… I look like such a slut….’

Stephanie tottered back to the door, nearly falling on the shoes which were a lot higher than the previous ones he had tried.

Way hotter though.

‘I can’t wait for Daddy to see this…’

He smiled as the thought wedged itself in his mind, clutching the banister on his way down as he tried not to break his ankles in the 4-inch heels which announced themselves with sharp *clack-clack-clacks*.

When he came back through the door, his chest tightened as he saw Grace’s chair was now directly against Dee’s, the two of them chatting animatedly.

*Clack-clack-clack*

The alcohol was making him a little light-headed, but he sauntered into the room, ass swaying.

*Clack-clack *

Everyone in the room froze, eyes switching to slutty princess that had wandered into their midst, and Steph realised he would have felt crushed if they all eyes had been on him in his old clothes, but in these ones he felt empowered, bolder, like he was meant to be in the spotlight.

The minx captivated the onlookers, all eyes fixed on various parts of her revealing outfit.

He began to strut, ass swaying from side to side as he came around the table, brushing a hand across Andres’ shoulder.

“Did I… miss anything?”

He bent over unnecessarily low to the point where his panties were almost showing to everyone in the room, enjoying the way Andres’ muscles rippled beneath his fingers, quite obviously aroused as Gale whistled.

“Ohhh nice!”

“EY, eyes off!” snapped Cassie, hitting him playfully on the arm.

“What! A man’s gotta look…. “

“What, worried I’ll steal your man?” said Steph, smirking back at Cassie who for once was on the back foot, lips curling downwards as he squeezed Andres’ traps like he was giving him a massage.

“Watch it, bitch.”

The man’s body responded under his touch.

‘I’m in control now.’

“Hey, only Daddy calls me bitch,” said Steph, rubbing down the huge bicep, enjoying the silk sleeve. “I-Isn’t that right…Daddy?”

He looked up into Andres, and the rug came out from under him.

His heart pounded in his chest, swallowing as the man gave him a stare that was no longer mirthful, but dangerous, unblinking, brow furrowed.

‘Oh fuck.’

Steph couldn’t help himself, responding with a smoulder and pursing of his gleaming lips, and he saw the beast stir within Andres’ soul.

“You’re right, bitch.”

Large hands guided him back to his natural seat on Daddy’s lap, and when he moved slender fingers behind him and clutched the pipe in Andres’ pants, it was even harder than before.

‘Sweet Jesus!….’

It felt like he was gripping a nuclear reactor, throbbing with power.

The girls giggled, the men at the table chuckling as Stephanie worked her ass more comfortably onto Daddy’s thighs, the world narrowing down to the man encompassing him, a hand sliding across to place firmly on his belly, holding him in place.

Steph’s fingers worked down to the belt buckle and began to fiddle with it.

“So uh… shall we continue the game?” said Grace, a smirk on her face.

His other arm went behind him as well to help, hoping they wouldn’t notice as he began quietly working away at undoing Daddy’s belt.

Feeling the man shift beneath his ass as he jostled that hard bulge was divine.

Steph started as a deep voice from across the table made him remember there were other people present.

“Well, Stephanie… I’m starting to feel quite glad Grace brought you here,” smiled Dee.

“Uh… thanks…”

Grace flicked an eye in his direction.

“Hey, he’s wearing my clothes.”

Stephanie frowned.

‘Grace called me a ‘he’.’

Was she… jealous?

It didn’t matter so much whilst he was working faster to loosen the buckle, and when it came undone with a soft *clink* he froze.

Nobody had noticed, Dee nodding approvingly at Grace, nudging her.

“That’s true…. If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone was a bad influence.”

She nudged back, happy that he was granting her attention once more.

“I’m a very good influence thank you very much sir!”

“Well maybe you should show me what else you have in that wardrobe.”

“OH haha… Maybe I will!”

The alcohol seemed to be working on her too, because her cheeks were flushed, and her hands lingered on his leg as she laughed.

Steph noticed she had begun breathing deeper, but he was too busy taking Andres’ cock in hand, wrapping his fingers around it. He began working the shaft of his man, feeling it pulse in his palm, the sheer delight of his future husband’s arousal making him tremble with excitement as the man’s fingers tightened on his belly.

‘I’m touching his cock in front of everyone… they don’t even know..’

It was wonderful feeling the heat under his fingers as he rubbed up and down, eyeing Grace as she nattered away with Dee, their hands intertwining.

‘Maybe I should distract her from him… get the girls together…. Oh it pulses when I squeeze…...’

Steph knew in his heart he couldn’t voluntarily pull his hands from the God-like shaft behind him, until Cassie piped up, making him jerk in surprise.

“Uh, ladies… seeing as we all look this good… don’t you think we should take a few photos?!”

Steph had to pull his brain out of la-la land, quickly tucking the massive penis back inside Andres’ trousers as he saw Grace’s face light up, trying not to scowl.

‘I’m coming for that later..’

“YAAAAS!” she screamed, and even Steph couldn’t help agreeing that it sounded like fun (although certainly not as fun as wanking a gigantic cock).

Dee’s aggravating smile dropping a touch, which pleased Steph.

Maybe a photoshoot wouldn’t be such a bad idea.. They were on holiday and dressed like hot sluts after all.

“O-Okay!”

He turned and whispered to Daddy.

“Sorry Daddy…. I’ll be back… promise….”

“Take your time. Enjoy yourself baby,” he whispered back, “but afterwards I’m gonna break you.”

Steph grinned.

“You’d better Daddy….”

Cassie pulled out her phone and handed it to Gale.

“Here babe, take some photos for us!”

He smirked.

“Lemme slap that ass and I’ll do it.”

Cassie grinned and bent over the table, and a hard spank made her grouse.

“UHH!... You’d better hit me like that later,” she said, sticking her tongue out of her mouth, and Gale slid his hand underneath for a moment before Cassie sighed and pulled herself clear.

“Ooohhhh no, n-no stop or I’ll wanna do it right here and now!”

Grace cackled, and Steph tried to nudge his own bulge with his free hand so it wasn’t so obvious as Cassie shoved the phone in her boyfriend’s hand, coming to join the other girls.

“Uh, unfortunately you’ll need to dismount your man,” she grinned at Steph.

“Y-yeah, of course….”

He managed to peel himself clear, squeezing the now concealed bulge behind him once last time with a barely contained grin, but Andres didn’t let him tease without paying for it, landing a plumb smack on his ass.

*THWAP*

“UUHnnn!”

The moan Steph made was so obviously sexual that the girls could barely contain themselves.

“HAHAHAHHAA!!!!”

“OH YEAAHH! TAKE IT GUURLLL!”

Cassie reached over the side of the table and squeezed the sensitive globes as well, still stinging from Andres’ paddle-like hand.

“I think she needs one more!!”

“I-I donnnn’t….”

Steph tried to wriggle away, but then another blow snapped his tush.

*THWAP*

“UUHHHNN!”

The girls were beside themselves, and through fluttering eyelids, he saw Gale and Dee were smiling at each other, looking down at Steph’s ass. He pursed his lips at them.

‘Yeeah, you both just like it because I’ve got the best ass here.’

He angled it a little more so they could see what they were missing.

“She likes it better than I do!” cawed Cassie, almost beside herself.

“Haha, yup she sure does!!”

Steph’s face was flushed as he staggered on his heels, alcohol making the room spin slightly, the girls cackling as he let out a dazed grin.

“Whaaat?”

“You need a second or ready for some pics?” grinned Cassie.

“Sh-shut up annnd.. pose bitch,” he managed, clicking his fingers and plastering a smoulder on his face.

“OOOH, Stephanie’s arrived!!” Cassie responded, facing her phone and immediately they gathered in, sticking out asses, pushing chests forward and pouting.

“AHHHHH!”

“Wooooo!”

Gale snapped them bending over, heels up, clinking glasses, and kissing each other on the cheeks.

Steph realised they looked like the hot bitches he used to watch jealously in school.

He almost wished they could be there so they could see him as he pushed his whore-lips into a pout, bending his legs so his ass was clearly outline in his dress, matched by the other girls who were all revelling in their slut-wear.

“MWAH!”

“MWAHHHHH!”

“You are HOT girl!”

Gale was grinning.

“’Ey that’s nice…. Get another one bent over…”

Cassie spread her legs and bent over.

“Oh yeah…”

They all kissed the air, and then took one of both girls kissing Cassie on the cheeks, then one of both kissing Grace.

“BEST HOLIDAY EVERRRRR!” cried Grace, her arm round Steph as she kissed him.

“Yeah, bessst holiday ever!” he responded, tipsy, and in a sudden spurt of bravery when they turned to kiss Steph on his cheeks he turned his head to accept Grace’s on the lips.

“Mph!”

They were soft, and for a second they posed, lips on lips, as Gale snapped a photo.

He tried to add a hint of tongue.

She broke it, a grin on her face.

“Oooh…. Stephanie!…..”

“Oops, I uh… sorry.. I was uh.. messing around….”

She tittered.

“Aw, sure you were… but I’d hate to get in the way of Andres and his property!”

A few chuckles around the table stung, a longing look surfacing in his expression, but Grace hushed him, bringing her lips to his ear.

“Hey…. I do owe you a kiss, so you know what?..... maybe we can do it later, yeah?” she whispered.

“O…okay,” he whispered back, his heart soaring.

All the dreams he’d had over the many years of knowing her, seeing her somehow grow more perfect with every year returned…..

Then she slapped his ass, tightening it on the dress which perfectly followed the roundness of his tush, leaving him doubly excited by the proximity of her body and the lust for Daddy combining into one intoxicating high.

“And damn… that ass,” she grinned.

She squeezed his ass again, and her expression became devilish as she raised her voice.

“And I hope you don’t mind if we listen when Andres WRECKS IT tonight!!!”

Everyone burst out laughing, but Stephanie’s cheeks went scarlet as he turned to see Andres smiling at him, knowing full well that the man had already been balls deep inside his ass, noting the raging bulge in Andres’ pants, the outline of a manhood that had made him cry out for mercy.

Turmoil enveloped him, and yet he found warmth flowing south, a tiny smile creasing at the corners of his mouth.

‘I’mmm….. such a dirty slut.’

Cassie pounced.

“Hey, let’s get a photo of the future Mr and Mrs!”

Immediately Steph was being hurried to Andres’ side.

“OH…!”

“Come on, posssseee!!!” called Cassie, snatching the camera out of Gale’s hand and lining them up.

Stephanie bit his lip and edged closer, standing next to the chair like a dutiful wife, seeing Grace slide back to Dee’s side.

‘Just smile… and wave….’

Two hands wrapped around his sides, and his stomach flipped as he was lifted into the air.

“OoooH!!”

The girls whooped as he was tipped across the lap of Andres, leant back sideways with his leg in the air like a cabaret act in one large hand, back propped up by another.

When he looked up into the man’s smile, one was pulled onto his lips instantly, and even though he could hear Cassie cawing and snapping away, he couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of being held by what he was realising was a true gentleman.

‘He treated me like a princess today….. he’s suuuuuuper funnn….and hot…..’

“Go on Stephanie, give us a pose!” called Grace.

He pretended to sigh, and then raised the leg further up in the air revealing his panties, and the whoops were even louder as Andres’ hand found his thigh high up enough that he was almost sliding his pinkie between his legs.

“WOOOOHHHH!!!”

“YES Girl, SLAYYYYYUHHH!!”

He followed Andres’ eyeline into the camera with a nervous smile.

It was kinda fun being treated like a slut too though…

The snap of the phone camera intermingled with the girls cheering him on with chants of “Ste-pha-nie!” and “Kissss him, kissss him!”

Andres looked down and Steph positioned himself to be more easily pulled up into a long kiss, his leg still in the air as the clicks became rapid-fire, Cassie machine-gunning a series of photos as Steph sucked Andres’ tongue into his mouth.

“MMMmmhphhh…”

Everything in him released as they swirled around and in each other, Steph glugging Andres’ tongue with hug wet sucking noises, devolved into a lower state of consciousness by the feast of manliness holding him.

The girls were screaming but he didn’t hear them.

It went on for a minute.

Back and forth, riding, constant photo-clicks whirring in front of them as they playfully showed their lips pressed against each other, stroking his face as he butted up against his Daddy.

After a multitude of poses, smiles and laughter, he was firmly sandwiched back on Andres’ lap again.

Grace came up and put her hand on Steph’s knee.

“You have no idea how perfect you guys look…”

“Oh don’t worry bitch, we know,” said Andres, and Steph scowled as he slapped the man’s stomach, before grinning, his hand lingering on it.

“O-Okay… my turn!” said Cassie eagerly, setting her drink down which sloshed a little onto the table.

She removed a card and kept it from Gale and Grace with beady eyes, pulling it close to her face.

“Oooh HIDE AND KISS!”

“Huuuuh?”

“All players of the same gender as the cardholder must go and hide…. The remaining people must seek them… whoever they find, they kiss!”

Her eyes became snake-like as she turned to Gale.

“You see any of these bitches, you keep walking….. If I find out you kissed anyone that’s not me!….”

“Of course baby…. But ey, you better not too!”

“Yup, don’t you worry,” she said sweetly, although Steph had the feeling it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Steph didn’t even have to ask to know he would be on the girl’s team.

“Okay bitches, let’s hide!!!”

As he got out of his seat Andres grabbed his wrist and spoke in a low voice.

“Closet in the second bedroom.”

He nodded eagerly, then scampered away with Grace coming to join him, holding his hand and grinning.

“Hey… shall we hide together??”

“Um!… Oh… Well the uh…”

‘Daddy will be going to the second closet…’

His cock was hard underneath the dress as he jogged with a slightly hunched gait, especially tricky on heels whilst drunk.

“Maybe…”

She cocked her head.

“You don’t want to?”

They stopped, and he looked into the eyes of the girl he had loved since forever.

“Uh…. I do….”

The smile was so beautiful.

For a single second, Daddy almost left his mind.

“G…Grace.”

“Hmm?”

“I… I love you!”

The moment hung limp in the air.

“…Oh!”

She smiled, hugging him tight.

“Uh… I love you too sister!”

“Yeah!… yeah… sister…”

Her face became thoughtful for a second.

“WAIT, I forgot something… listen, we can chat upstairs, just us girls if you want… why don’t you hide in the fourth bedroom under the bed, and I’ll come in a bit?”

She gave a saucy grin.

“And then we can chat properly you minx!”

The hope in his heart that this holiday could still be theirs flared, a candle inside a hurricane of black cock.

“Y-yeah, I’ll…. meet you there…”

His chest thumped, and he hurried away in his heels, clacking across the floor.

‘A wardrobe… hiding with Grace…. We’re both a bit drunk…’

*Clack-clack-clack*

‘But what about Daddy!…. Daddy is expecting me in the second closet…..’

The fact the panties were wedging up into his crack was tricky, and he took a second to pull it out, before continuing to totter up the stairs.

‘Daddy or Grace…’

She looked so beautiful tonight.

He tried to imagine him and Grace kissing.

It produced warmth in his belly.

Then he imagined what Andres was going to do to him.

It felt like someone had lit a roaring fire inside him, consuming his soul.

‘Daddy is gonna fuck me so bad tonight…’

His whore-strut became pronounced, proudly portraying the small tent at his crotch as he sashayed to the second bedroom, and into the closet.

‘Maybe I can be with Andres and spend the odd day with Grace?.... I’m sure she won’t find out…..’

He let out a nervous smile, wondering what Grace would think when she found an empty wardrobe.

Then the door swung back, and all thoughts of Grace left his mind completely as the huge form of Andres filled the doorway.

Steph’s smile widened, a beaming ray of sunshine that lit up the darkness, heart pounding in his chest as the silhouette slid inside.

“Daddy!” he whispered, bouncing on his heels.

“Take your dress off.”

“But….here? Shouldn’t we…”

Andres’ expression became bullish.

“I said…. take your dress off.”

All of the tension of the day had led up to this moment, him and Daddy alone. He was too weak to resist any longer. Steph’s stomach knotted as he pulled it over his head smoothly.

Andres’ mouth opened, taking in the girl clad in a set of white suspenders and bra, kneeling innocently, hands on knees. His breathing became deeper.

“Oh I knew you were special, bitch.”

Saliva began to waterfall in Steph’s mouth, looking up at Andres’ mountainous figure standing over him. The man licked his lips. It seemed like there was no other place for Steph’s lips to be…. Well, apart from one particular area below his beltline.

“…Y-yes Daddy..….”

“You’re keeping it on when we fuck,” whispered Andres, moving himself a touch closer so they were staring into each other’s souls.

Steph’s hands were shaking, and his panties were getting slick with juices.

“I….”

A large hand came to the back of his head and pulled him up to standing, before rubbing across the hair and down his back.

Steph fell forwards, into those muscles and the clean white shirt that had his masculine smell all over it, and he found himself wishing he didn’t have to wear a wig as Andres caressed his hair, that he had his own girl-hair for his man, his… Daddy.

The door closed slowly behind them, shrouding them between the empty shelves and some forgotten, dusty sheets.

He waited for Andres to lean in and kiss him.

One seconds.

Three seconds.

“Come on.”

The man’s lips looked so delicious, right there, murky in the half-light.

Ten seconds.

“Oh for-!”

Steph went up on tiptoes and pressed her lips forwards as Andres smiled, small hands on his arm as Steph moaned into him.

The pretty figure enjoyed the thick bands that he could finally suckle on, before feeling frustration rise in his chest as Daddy’s tongue didn’t rape his face as he had expected, instead teasing gently, drawing him in further.

Steph found himself angry, determined to goad Daddy into mouth-raping him by shoving his own tongue hard against his counterpart’s, jumping and mounting the wall of muscle in a now perfect girl-boy make-out position, Andres’ large hands coming to support Steph’s ass, squeezing the soft flesh greedily.

“MMMMhhhh…”

It felt incredible being held in the air as they made out, like a scene from a romantic movie, tiny moans and whimpers from Steph attempting to bring the beast out of Andres.

The two of them kissed eagerly, soft, slow, fast, wet.

Andres still didn’t bite completely, only offering a little more tongue which was driving Steph wild, butting his cute little penis against the man’s front as he tightened his arms around the man’s body and head, clasping and Frenching him like he wanted to taste the man’s tonsils.

A tang hit his tastebuds.

‘Fuck I need to start drinking whiskey… it tastes so good in his mouth...’

He lost himself in acting like a true slut, engaging in a rutting grind as she tongued her Daddy like she needed his lungs to breath, letting out a savage moan that was so loud Andres had to break the kiss and offer a soft “Shhhh,” to bring her down.

“Fuck me then, asshole!” Steph hissed, humping his tiny bulge against Andres’ belly, giving a teaser as to what he desired.

“You want me to fuck you here?” Andres whispered, amused, enjoying the feeling of a girl rubbing against him like a bitch in heat.

“YES!” moaned Steph.

“Well you’re going to have to blow me first.”

“Yeah? B-blow you?.....”

‘I’ve never done that before… that’s so naughty…’

“You are a dirty bitch aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah, I am!” Steph enthused, grabbing the pillar in the man’s trousers and squeezing so hard that it brought a growl, “I’m a dirty bitch.”

It was pure release, and the intoxicating taste of pure man was increased by the sound of Andres’ pants being unzipped.

Steph wasted no time in ensuring spit was ready to be applied, breaking the kiss and dismounting before covering his hand in saliva, reaching down to where he knew the monster would be waiting. Even in the small slivers of light, the beast sent shivers down Steph’s spine as his fingers reached it, finally reunited with the thing that had lurked at the back of his mind ever since he’d ridden it to completion the day previous.

So thick, and hard, the heat melding into his palm.

He trailed a wet finger up and down the length.

‘Ohhhh that’s a real dick alright….’

Just being able to take his time and enjoy it, feel the weight of it, measure it, was glorious.

Instinctively, his legs began to bend into a squat, coming down onto his knees, excitement building as he lowered, and Steph was rewarded with a front-row seat at the python show, his chin patting against the huge, glistening black cock, almost invisible in the half-light, like a submarine in the depths of the ocean.

He didn’t need to think twice to know what to do, aiming the mushroomed head directly at his face.

“Should… should I suck it Daddy?” he asked up at Andres, a huge grin on his lips that left no doubt what he expected the answer to be.

Andres looked down at the beautiful, innocent girl, stockings and garters tight on her pillowy thighs, dainty fingers holding up his humungous manhood, white skin glowing next to his inky blackness.

“…. Yes, good bitch.”

Stephanie’s smile somehow became even wider, lighting up the dark room, and then she opened her lips wide, like she was about to gorge on the most succulent meal of her life, and slid her mouth onto the head of his weapon.

Andres moaned as eager lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, Steph’s long lashes fluttering as he blinked up at his Daddy, vacuuming the head inside, before beginning a gluttonous blowjob, savouring every inch that slid in and out of his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

“Mgghlhh….Mmmmphhh…Mmlhhhhh……”

The sounds of saliva and slobber began to emanate from the cupboard, a clear indicator of something large being sucked by a small mouth.

“Mgglh…MuGHHH… MGLHHHHH…”

The sounds got faster.

Steph was in heaven, a true God-cock between his lips, a stallion’s hardness that he needed all of his fervour and desire to slay, his fingers wrapping tight around the base and middle, pumping and squeezing, slaving away to the black Gods for thirst-quenching jizz.

“Shhhh,” muttered Andres, shivering as Stephanie swilled saliva and cock around in her mouth, voraciously gargling his cock so loud that it sounded like two blowjobs were taking place instead of one.

“GLUH-GLUGH-GHLGHHHH-“

His jaw ached already from being stretched so wide, but he didn’t care.

A pink-nailed hand reached for two massive balls and slid across them, clutching as much of the hanging fruit as it was able, and Andres himself was unable to supress a groan as the ball-playing, shaft-jerking and slutty helmet swirling sent pleasure racing to the animal centre of his brain.

“GRUuh!”

Steph grinned with the log in his mouth as he felt the cock flex.

A shot of pre cum splurged into his mouth forming a vicious cocktail that made his eyes water.

It tasted so powerful, stinking of testosterone and cum and Daddy’s balls, that it was almost making tears come down his face, but Steph swilled the concoction in his mouth, mesmerised, not wanting to leave the head (the most flavoursome part), where he could really taste the brutal scent of cock.

Andres’ mouth opened in shock as he watched Steph utterly debase himself, cheeks shining from all the fluids spilling across it. He had seen cute girls do incredible things, and supermodels suck his cock as best they could, but to see this super-innocent girlish figure, his masculinity bullied from his body, relentlessly slobber over his cock like she needed it to breath, was beyond anything he had ever experienced.

“Ohhhh my God bitch… You’re staying here….. You ain’t leaving this fucking island…” he grunted, having to control himself to not cum immediately, looking up at the dark ceiling so he wouldn’t be making eye contact with the furious slut wheedling every last mite of pleasure from his cock and balls.

Steph didn’t like that one bit.

He growled, and squeezed Andres’ balls.

Andres moaned, bending over slightly, and Steph squealed onto the cock furiously chugging it.

“Huh!”

“MMPHHHLG!”

‘Look at me Daddy… I’m going to make you look at me!….’

Sweat began to dapple the huge man’s brow as his dick was engulfed in a slobbering hurricane, tongue dancing across his head, slit, two small fists pounding the shaft like it was their job, coaxing endless pre-cum which was rapidly escalating into a gigantic load.

“OHH…..Sh-shit Stephanie!….”

As he said her name, Stephanie moaned furiously, the hum travelling up his shaft, and Andres felt his balls tighten, having to choke back a grinding moan as his cock popped like a geyser in Steph’s mouth, the girl’s cheeks expanding and then contracting, her brow furrowed furiously as she began to chug long thick waves of cum down into her belly, kneading her Daddy’s cock and balls to wring every last drop from his tank.

Andres was sweating, legs shaking as the slut on her knees drank his soul out via his dick-slit.

It was a moment frozen in time, a young woman on her knees swallowing endless pints of cum down an open throat, her black master frozen in shock, pleasure rooting him to the spot.

The pair juddered for a moment, overcome by their respective states of worship for the other, until finally Daddy’s balls ached with finality, and Andres let out a ragged breath, legs shaking as his cock-sleeve rolled his dick in her mouth like a huge, fleshy cigar.

When he was finally able to speak again, he saw a girl below him, not wishing to detach herself, thick strands of Daddy’s jism running down her chin, and wondered who was in control.

“Holy shit…. bitch, calm d..Nnhhhh!”

She placed a palm back on his balls, her expression sultry as she slid her lips up to the head of his cock, tongue rocketing across every inch of skin she could reach, and then slid to the base whilst looking into his eyes, unblinking.

She was trying to make him cum again.

“UUUHhh…..I said fuckin’ stop- UHHh!”

Steph didn’t heed his plea, tongue ricocheting like lightning across every scrap of skin it could reach, fiddling with the rim between Andres’ helmet and shaft, circling all the way around it, making the man whine.

Andres realised Stephanie was beyond any woman he’d ever been with, a goddess with the mouth and ass of a devil, and he had to take control, or she was going to suck him until he couldn’t think or see straight.

Steph whined as his perfect sausage was pulled from his mouth, aggressively trying to suck it back in.

“GHHLHHH!”

“Oh Fuck bitch,” Andres groaned, bringing a hand down to close on the girl’s throat.

“GLH!”

He pushed Steph off, who gagged, slobbering as the cock popped from between his lips, saliva basting his chin as the now-shiny pillar was taken from him, Andres levering her wicked fingers off of his testicles.

Stephanie’s face was red, wetness shining on her face from gagging, but she wanted more, sliding a long tongue over the strands clinging to her face, and licked them, clearly enjoying the flavour, not wanting to swallow it all just yet.

“Listen, bitch…”

Her hand reached out too fast for Daddy to react, and grabbed Daddy’s balls again.

“Uhhn!!”

Andres groaned as he was led by his testicles (via a few loving squeezes) to the floor, on his knees in front of Steph.

“B-bitch….Hhnnn!...”

His head was spinning as Steph didn’t let down his advantage, scrambling onto the man’s front and pressing his face forwards, inserting his tongue between open lips.

The taste of his own cum hit Andres’ tastebuds, and he groaned as Steph swirled it around in his mouth, and when they broke he was breathing heavily, staring in shock into the grinning, insane minx sat on his lap.

“You should have fucked me when I told you to.”

Andres growled.

“Hnn….. Fuck… okay then you little fucking slut…. you asked for this.”

Steph couldn’t believe he was doing it, but he grabbed the man’s chin and stared at him with fervent belief in his eyes.

“You’re mine Daddy. Mine forever.”

The man’s eyes widened in realisation, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t turning Steph anymore. Steph was turning him.

Finally, after all the goading, and teasing, and touching, Andres knew he had to take his woman, and Steph had the feeling of going down a rollercoaster ride as the man crushed him in his embrace, mauling his mouth with gusto.

“MHHmmm!!!”

Andres grabbed Steph’s ass and wrestled it straight onto the tip of his cock, and he barely had time to feel the spongy helmet press against between his legs before he was being pressed down.

Steph shocked even himself by assisting, madly pushing down, trying to force it up inside himself.

“Hnnnnn.!!!!!.”

Three inches popped inside through their combined strength, and Steph’s face became red and shaking as he was wedged down on the black bar.

“Steady!” muttered Andres, slowing the rate of insertion so he wouldn’t hurt Steph too badly, watching in quiet shock as the girl continued to madly push herself down, sacrificing herself on him.

Knowing the pleasure to come made the pain of entry far more bearable, Steph moaning at Andres’ eager expression as he slid down the hard shaft, whimpering every time a ridge or vein rubbed over something sensitive inside him.

“G…God yes,” he managed, trying with all his might to keep his voice steady as gave his insides over to the other man, the bigger, better man.

He had to stop at eight inches, impaled and utterly helpless, squatted on a cock like a cheap slut and trying to deepen his breaths for the final push, chest rising and falling faster than a hummingbird’s wing.

Andres brushed Steph’s lips, and that was enough motivation for him to take a harsh breath and let his lower half go, gravity pulling him down fully on the taut shaft with a whine that he couldn’t hold in.

“HHHNNN!”

They froze, Steph shaking as they listened for the sound of a creaking footstep, a mischievous giggle, but heard only the beating of their own hearts, Steph’s muscles spasming across his body as his insides hugged the full length of a big black cock for the second time in his life, sheathed entirely inside his body.

The girlish figure’s stockings rubbed up against the man’s legs, the friction so enticing, Andres’ fingers pinging the straps against Steph’s skin. The whiteness made him seem even more innocent, like a defiled angel sitting on his cock of demonic perfection.

He bit his lip as his hands found Andres’ pecs once more, brushing up the slabs of meat.

Doing it once could be considered an accident.

Doing it twice….

The girl’s ass began to wiggle, and immediately she had to stop before she gasped in excitement, a blizzard of pure energy swirling through her body as the magic of Andres’ organ swept Steph’s feet from under him.

Senses increased to take in the pleasure, every little pulse of the huge dick against his anal walls sending shivers up his spine, every hint of sweat, perfume and testosterone spiralling in his nostrils, each quiet, deep grunt from Daddy feeding his inner slut, the greediest whore imaginable.

“Mmmghhh!”

The warmth of the cupboard made it feel even more intimate as Steph’s arms trembled, his insides clinging to the big black cock inside him as lips slid across his neck, large hands coming to cup his butt.

He could taste that citrusy something in Daddy’s cologne that he desperately wanted to know, the tang of his sweat.

‘How the fuck am I going to stay silent with him inside meee…?’

They began regardless, trying to make a slow ride, back and forth, but it was already too much for the girl on top who looked like she was having a fit, and Andres rotated his hips sending Stephanie into immediate raptures, all her spirit being used trying not to moan like a whore as Andres sent ten-thousand volts up her spine.

“HUUHHh!!!”

“Shhhh,” whispered Andres, kissing up his neck, across his jaw, bouncing the pretty figure slowly on his lap.

Two became one as the huge black figure and small white one became a shivering glob of heat, tennis balls welded to her ass as the chocolate stick stirred Stephanie’s insides.

An extra thrill ran through Steph as he realised this was a true lovemaking session.

Steph began to make a steady rhythm, shaking legs pressing against Andres’ lap as he lifted himself, trying his best not to murmur as he steeled himself and deposited his tush snugly back down against Daddy’s balls.

“Hnnnggg!!”

“Shhh, you have to be quiet.”

“You’re not the one taking a big black dick in your ass!!...HNnnn…!!”

Steph’s eyelids fluttered.

“Your fault for wanting it baby.”

“I-it’s your fault for being so….. uuUUUUUhh…..big….”

He wanted to blame it on the drink, or the moment, but Steph realised he had been waiting for this the whole day, and now he was finally back where he needed to be, impaled on Andres’ thick meat as he popped his hips just a little.

Steph almost went blind, croaking in the darkness as the tip murdered his prostate.

“UUNNGHH!”

Andres realised the pretty lips weren’t going to be able to keep it in, so he placed a large hand on Steph’s mouth and clamped down.

Excitement blossomed in Steph’s chest as he was held at the mercy of Daddy, staring into the barely visible eyes.

‘Please fuck me like this.. PLEEEASE fuck me like this….’

Andres seemed to read his soul, and began to buck his dick up into Steph’s abdomen, holding fast to his mouth, so hard it almost hurt as Steph screamed into it.

Only a tiny whimper escaped the fist clamped across his mouth.

‘Even if I scream, no-one is coming to save me…’

It was the most satisfying feeling in the world, screaming into his palm, the pain of being speared unable to dim the growing savage orgasm building in his belly as the man’s thighs slapped against his hips, no chance of escape from the man shunting a few brutal thrusts into him so he was riding a pounding dick-hammer, crying and whimpering into the vice that allowed only the tiniest of noises to escape, a mouse squeak belying the furious fucking being meted out by the huge figure.

No-one to save the beauty from her beast.

The pair oscillated, the steady pats of her cheeks bouncing on thighs growing faster, the sounds gentle in contrast to the feeling of a huge cock sliding across Stephanie’s insides, annihilating any traces of innocence she might still have retained.

“Mh-hh-mmmm…!”

Stephanie was consumed inside the man’s frame as she bounced rapidly on the throbbing pillar, and a brief thought wormed its way through the torrent of orgasmic energy that she would have been screaming the house down if it hadn’t been for the hand gripping her face, letting out another saliva-ridden mewl into the warm skin.

“Mhh..mhhh..MH!!”

A huge dose of pleasure was being injected into her by the thickest, most wonderful medicine in existence - Black cock.

“There’s my girl,” whispered Andres, “You’re a *uh* good bitch.”

Hearing it said so passionately made Steph’s heart expand.

‘I AM.’

“MHMMMM!”

He tried to say it but the sound was muffled to nothing, however there was no mistaking the look in Stephanie’s eyes as they began to widen.

“Oh yeah baby,” grunted Andres, slamming Steph down onto his erection so hard that he wanted to ensure Steph would be unable to walk the next day, eyes locked on one another.

“MMHMMH!!!!”

She screamed as the orgasm obliterated her, asshole clamped tight to the obelisk about to retract for another powered thrust as she began shaking.

The moment of Stephanie’s bliss was picture perfect as Andres watched the girl’s back arch – whore lips salivating against his palm, eyes snapping up to stare inside her skull, nails digging into the concrete of Andres’ back muscles.

The figure bucked and spasmed in his arms, and he crushed the figure to him so she could only quiver as heat blossomed between them, signalling she had just filled her panties with girl-seed.

Her climax was so pure and submissive that Andres felt his own balls tighten immediately, almost painful as they released a river of semen.

“UGHh..!!”

Steph’s eyes rolled down just in time to see Daddy’s face going slack, and then pure heat exploded inside him, mewling as Andres released pints of baby cream all over Steph’s insides.

“MMMhhhhhhh!!!!”

It flooded him, broke him, and the bliss that coursed through his body coalesced into another barrage of cum from his dicklet which spread through his panties, filling them until they were sopping wet with his juices.

Still the black cum came, and it wasn’t long before Steph was sobbing as the pressure on his insides was too much, and hot jizz spurted out of his ass, between his rim and the cock filling it, a wet fart punctuating it as ball-cream splurged onto the floor, leaving nothing but a wrecked and spunk-filled slut in place of a human being as trembles racked his body.

What had at the start of this holiday been a boy was now nothing more than a moaning, broken slut-wife.

The two figures paused, heaving in breaths as they waited for the sounds of approaching footsteps, or drunken debauchery.

None came.

They were alone.

Steph trembled as he felt the steady throb of Daddy’s heartbeat pulsing against his anal walls, somehow managing to squeeze his asshole which brought additional murmurs of appreciation from his man.

“You okay?”

“Y.. yeaaahh….”

“Are you too drunk?”

“Drunk on your dick Daddy,” he whispered, giggling, eyes twinkling as he said it.

Andres couldn’t hold himself back and grabbed the back of Stephanie’s head, pulling him into a one-sided kiss.

Stephanie squealed as she was savagely mauled by his tongue, swooning as the huge man mouth-raped her, this beautiful, intelligent, powerful man that was all hers, sucking it all the way as it eventually slithered out from between her lips.

“Mmmohhh….”

She bared her teeth at the fact he had escaped her suction, wishing she could suck every part of him inside her, be claimed forever, defiled to the point where no one would be able to see her as anything other than Daddy’s slut-wife.

They butted each other and ground a bit more, until Andres began to protest, his legs aching in their current kneeling position.

“Baby… Mph… we need to…. MMMhh…. oh bitch…..”

Steph was like a whirlwind of sluttiness as Andres tried to protest, trying to suck on nipples, clawing the man’s back and tightening his asshole around Daddy’s cock so much that dizziness hit Andres every time the girlish figure did it.

“STOP it,” grunted Andres, grabbing Steph hard by the hips so that he whimpered, before slowly, excruciatingly, pulling his girl off his cock, the girl whining as a huge space was opened up in her body.

“oooooh… Daddy….Uhn….”

A wet, sloppy plunger sound combined with a fart filled the room as a tone of cum exploded out of Steph’s ass, who whimpered as Daddy’s seed shot out onto the floor, covering the carpet.

Andres pulled himself up, groaning as his knees gratefully straightened, whilst pulling Steph, whose legs had gone numb, upright.

“Hooooly….”

The girl swayed, all innocence defiled, her mouth and chin covered in spit and cum, white liquid leaking and trailing down her thighs, huge stains in her white panties and stockings.

The most noticeable thing about her though, was the gigantic, dazed smile that seemed nailed onto her face.

“Mmm…”

Andres rubbed his head, disbelieving.

Never in his life had he met a girl who made him feel like this…. Who wanted him like this. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, holding almost her entire body weight in his arms, more like a puppet than a human as Steph lolled back and forth.

“Hnnn…”

“… So… ready to go back downstairs?”

Steph’s eyes widened, some semblance of reality coming back to him through his dick-drunk torpor.

“B… baack?”

Andres gave him a sympathetic kiss on the forehead.

“Yes baby… If we don’t, they’ll know we’re not playing hide and seek anymore.”

Steph pouted, annoyed, blinking furiously.

“Sooo?”

“So, I thought you didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of Grace.”

The mentioning of her name reminded vaguely of a few things that had been important... maybe...

‘Dee… the holiday… a crush….’

“Oh… yeah…. I guess…. Thanks Dadddyyyyyy,” he sighed up at the man.

‘He’s so thoughtful…’

“Why don’t you get cleaned up in Grace’s bathroom?”

“Okayy..”

After (with assistance) managing to pull his dress on in a haphazard fashion, Steph hobbled to Grace’s room to check his makeup.

“Hooooo noo…”

If there was the definition of someone who looked like they had been sucking big black cock moments earlier, it was the girl in the mirror, her face a child’s fingerpainting, hair akimbo, cheeks blushed and rosy.

He sobered up almost instantly upon seeing the nightmarish slut that presented herself. He would be run out of the gutter in eighteenth century London.

‘Holy fuuuuck.’

Steph tried his best to reapply some of the makeup, and make his wig less frizzy.

‘Well iiit’s… better?’

He found himself staring at his chest.

He cinched his chest together, wishing he had boobs. The image of him with a double Ds pushing through the front of his dress excited him.

‘I would slay if I had boobs…’

Tearing himself from the mirror (and after re-applying his makeup as best he could), Steph tottered out on legs which struggled to stay upright on the ridiculously high heels, trying to stop his healthily stretched anus from leaking his Daddy’s cum.

“O-okay… let’s… let’s go down…”

Andres was so helpful that Steph’s heart was bursting as he hung off the man’s arm, almost slipping as his leg quivered and gave way, caught in time and pulled into a now somewhat sweat-stained chest.

“Th-thanks..”

Andres smirked.

“You think I’m gonna let my girlfriend fall down the stairs?”

Steph’s heart fluttered in his chest as he looked upwards.

“Girlfriend?”

“What?”

The smile that followed lit up the room, Steph reaching up to peck him on the lips.

“Well, boyfriend, hurry up so you can carry me back up these stairs soon...”

Andres let out the tiniest of smirks, but Steph could tell the man was excited, carefully leading him down to the bottom of the stairs with a new urgency.

Steph stopped just before the room.

“M-maybe we should… walk apart so… when they see us…”

Andres almost laughed, but contained it.

“Sure… wouldn’t want them to think that we were kissing or anything like that.”

“Of course not Daddy” said Steph, cum leaking out of his crack, face flushed, before slapping Andres on the tush and biting his lip as a humungous glute muscles tightened in his hand.

“Do that again and I’m going to rip that dress off you.”

“In a minute,” muttered Steph, hurrying to the games room to see where everyone was.

When he got there, the music was still on…. But no-one was there, half-finished drinks scattered on the table, the cards where they had left them.

“Where…?”

“Ah Cass and Gale probably went home, but Dee and Grace… ah… I think…”

He turned back, and saw Andres looking out of the window.

“What?”

Andres stopped him.

“Maybe you don’t want to see this….”

“See whaaat?“

Andres pointed, but it was difficult to make out what was happening outside.

He tottered on his heels to the bay doors and out to the pool area.

Then he saw them.

They were sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi, lit by the pool lights from below, the small girl with her arms on the shoulders of a humungous black figure. Grace had her eyes closed, grimacing as Dee’s hands gently raised her over the head of his cock, a black pillar that looked more solid than the walls of the villa.

Steph’s mouth opened to call her name… but the sound caught in his throat as he saw the head of Dee’s cock press into his childhood sweetheart.

It was the scenario he had dreaded ever since he had laid eyes on Grace walking towards two tall, imposing black men. It had been almost inevitable.

And yet..

Steph couldn’t help himself, warmth flowing south, and he crept around the pool to the side behind a large pot-plant, where he could see a much better angle of them both, the white waifish figure paused halfway down the huge black figure’s beastly cock.

She juddered for a second, Dee whispering something that she gave a pained smile to, before nodding.

He watched, mesmerised, as the darkness disappeared inside her, Grace panting as she began to feel the full impression of Dee’s incredible girth on her insides.

“Hhhhhooomy………”

It seemed like words couldn’t escape her throat, and Steph felt jealousy blossom as he caught a glimpse of her pussy lips distended incredibly wide by Dee’s cock, which was sliding almost all the way inside at this point.

He looked down at his erection and felt a flood of envy.

‘Why can’t I have a pussy?’

They began to make an impossibly slow grind, so slow that it almost looked like nothing was happening, like Grace was making a huge fuss out of just sitting on Dee’s lap, except that Dee’s lap was the most invasive place that one could ever hope to be (well, apart from Daddy, Steph thought smugly), the man now nine inches inside.

Dee’s hands paused, rubbing up and down her sides as she trembled.

It seemed like he was letting her go the final way.

It took a while for Grace to summon up the courage, but eventually, with glacial slowness, she sank to the base, resting her ass on his thighs. The whimper that escaped her was so high-pitched that for a moment Steph wanted to rush over to save her.

Then, after some quiet words from Dee, during which she blinked back tears, a small moan escaped her.

Steph’s ears strained, the sound barely audible over the noises of the forest, a larger animal calling in the distance.

The animal moan that followed was most certainly not from the forest, Steph’s heart beating faster as Grace let out a long keen, assisted by Dee kissing between her breasts and up her neck.

“Ooooohhhh…”

She fell silent, hands clasping on Dee’s shoulders, anticipation on her face.

The girl set herself, legs placed either side of Dee’s, and pushed up, a tiny way, before settling back again.

“Ohh!”

Steph was mesmerised, unable to look away as Grace began to bounce.

The quiet slap of their skin, amid the gentle disturbances of the water, was almost soothing, amid the quiet affirmations and encouragements from Dee.

Then a low murmur began to emanate from her lips again, so quiet at first it was almost inaudible, jumping slightly with each thrust, until the sound became a steady series of moans.

“Hhuhh..uhhuuhh…..hhuuuh…..”

Dee was a master, remaining patient, keeping his incredible musculature in check, allowing her to pleasure herself without getting hurt.

And the pleasure was most certainly growing.

Steph had to supress a moan of envy as Grace let out a cry that for the first time was loud enough to echo off the walls of the villa.

“UhyyyeuuhHH!”

Dee began to assist her, and soon she had stopped bouncing and begun to hold on for dear life as he took control, hands grasping her hips and slamming her down onto his lap.

“UHNNNYYEHH-yYUUHHH-YUH-“

His back muscles began to tighten, the tendons sticking out in his neck as Dee began to show his prodigious power, motoring Grace on and off his lap. Steph could see his cock was now utterly drenched and shining with juices, almost luminescent in the brief split-seconds when it left Grace’s body before thundering back in with ferocious intent, debasing the girl clinging to him, who didn’t stand a chance.

“UH-UH-UH-UHU-H-UHUHHH-UHHH!!!-”

She was being utterly taken.

Steph was rooted to the spot, watching this, the nadir of his adult life… staring at his ‘girl next door’ as she was taken by a real man, her forehead drenched in sweat, lips wet with saliva as his big black cock stretched her, bulled her.

Shame flooded him as he felt warmth flowing south to his crotch, already tenting his dress again.

‘Why.. why am I so pathet-‘

The thought vanished, ice enclosing Steph’s heart as Dee turned his head and looked straight at him.

‘OH.’

Had he known that Steph was there from the start?!

His lips wobbled, but Dee didn’t say anything, keeping their stare without blinking as he continued to fuck Grace, who was sweating, moaning on his shoulder.

Then that small, smug smile wormed its way onto the man’s features once more.

It should have crushed him in that moment, seeing Grace arch her back, and moan up at the stars as she began to judder, or the way Dee smirked before latching onto a nipple sucking it whilst keeping their stares locked together.

But it only made Steph feel ashamed, and warm. If he hadn’t been fucked by Andres ten minutes ago he would probably have felt the urge to touch himself. Jealousy did hit him, but so much of him had already come to accept the superiority of black men over the past few days, that it had almost seemed inevitable… Like he had never lost her, because Andres and Dee had shown they weren’t even running the same race. He just wasn’t strong enough, focused enough, as… powerful, as them.

Of course, here he was with cum leaking down his thighs, dressed like a slut, which certainly showed their truth.

He felt his heart squeeze, but also a strange feeling of peace… like a chapter of his life had closed.

Then Dee winked at him as Grace cried out on his lap, and Steph’s cheeks flushed, watching as Dee turned back to nuzzle Grace’s mouth open before pressing his tongue inside, the girl moaning as he swirled in her mouth.

Steph blinked back tears. He didn’t think he could watch any more.

His heart was pounding as he crept away, hearing Grace’s moans become high-pitched and strained, and then the climax hit, and Steph twitched as he heard his childhood sweetheart cumming all over the cock of his rival.

He couldn’t help himself.

Steph turned around, and saw Grace hugging Dee tight. When she rose up, between far quicker bounces, he could see her thighs were slick, not just with water, and the sex had taken on a more fluid consistency, their crotches now connecting with wet slaps.

“Yeah, that’s it you fuckin’ bitch,” grunted Dee, basking in the defiling of Grace as she moaned to the heavens, mascara running down her face as tears of delirious pleasure were produced in a slow stream.

Steph’s heart broke.

She no longer possessed the innocence that he had always seen in her… because now the image was burning into his retinas forever of her being ravaged, broken by Dee’s physical superiority, his cock slamming into her, polishing her insides.

Steph tottered away, his head spinning, the ecstatic moans and wet hip slaps of the girl he had hoped to marry ringing in his ears.

He stopped as soon as he saw Andres, who had been waiting inside the villa kitchen.

“You okay baby?”

Steph looked up at him, and the tears that had threatened to emerge retreated.

Andres took a step forward.

“Baby?”

A warm feeling grew in Steph’s chest, like his ribcage was expanding.

Steph’s hips began to sway, and, somehow avoiding falling over, he strutted up to the man who began to smile as he saw the girl’s hands come to her sides, the confidence radiating through her once more.

When she reached him, she didn’t put her arms round him, instead coyly stopping just short and twirling, resting her hands on the edge of the counter and bending over until he could see right underneath her dress to the white panties wedged against her cum-filled asshole.

Some white liquid was still dribbling down her crack, all the way to her knees.

“Absolutely…. Now wasn’t there something we needed to continue in the bedroom?.... Daddy?”

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