The Sissy Officer and The Tranny Mistress:
Getting Double Teamed From Both Ends

J.S. Lee

 

Copyright © 2017 all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

All characters are 18 or older.

Robert's lips touched the flesh-colored band at the top of her thigh-highs, his tongue pushing up the pink strap of the garter belt and meandering up to the solid band of lace that hooked around the curve of her hips. He could feel her trembling below him, her skin was on fire every where he touched her and when he parted the slit of her rose-colored crotchless panties, her pink cock was unleashed and the shaft bobbed and the wet tip touched his lip. "What a sweet boy," she murmured, her dainty fingers wrapped in his hair and her nails tracing up his neck, she was pushing his mouth down to her beautiful dick, knowing it was completely unnecessary, there was nothing more that he wanted than to fill his mouth with every bit of her satiny skin.

 

He ran his tongue through the puddle of clear liquid that lie on her pelvis and shuddered before wrapping his hand around the base of her cock and caressing the wide, pulsing head of her erection and licking up her essence that ran from her slit. He pushed the tip inside, drinking her juices, feeling her sweetness coat his tongue and melt down his throat before licking her softly under the ridge beneath the tip. She moaned and he looked up to see her eyes on him, half-closed and hazy with want, she raised her hips and he heard her say yes as he opened his mouth to take her shaft inside.

 

His tongue touched her skin all the way down and all the way back up, she thrust when he reached the bottom, his hands now clutching the flesh of her inner thighs, it was only his mouth on her now and he gave her all of it. Robert felt the head of her cock touch the top of his throat with each bob of his head and drew her in further as his lips clamped around her hot skin.

 

"Oh, that's so good, just like that," her hands caressed his head and drew him near, her slender hips writhed as she drove in and out of his mouth, fucking him harder and faster now, feeding him every inch of the cock he craved, Robert's fingers fluttered across the tip of his own bulge that ached for attention, simmering away in his wet underwear. His groan was muffled on her cock and he took his hand away, afraid that even another minute and he'd burst.

 

Her body rocked against the bed and she called out to him, "I'm going to cum so hard, all the way down your throat," her voice was throaty and then came a soft cry as the first spasm ran down her legs and she spurted a long, hot dash of her sweet, salty cum down his throat.

 

Robert pulled his head back to feel the next squirt on his tongue and let it trickle down and coat his insides, marking him as hers, again and again, she pushed every last drop out and watched him take it from her, sliding his mouth up to drink the droplets from her slit once more as he felt her shiver under him with delight.

 

He didn't know how long they stayed like that, time stood still as she dripped inside him and he was on his knees, continuing his slow, gentle worship, her hands on his neck, her moans in his ear, it wasn't until she spoke that he fell out of his daydream. "Are you ready, Robert?" she asked quietly.

 

"Yes, Miss Vivian," he let her flesh fall from his lips as he answered and nodded in agreement.

 

She sat up and her angelic expression had disappeared, it had been replaced by a smirk, her lip curled as she grabbed his chin and she looked him in the eye with wicked glee, "I don't think you know what you've asked for," were the last words that he heard before the knock on the door interrupted them.

 

"Hey, baby," she said when she answered the door and Robert didn't see who entered, on his knees, his head pressed against the damp place on the mattress where her scent marked the sheet, but he heard the footsteps approach him. "He wants to be your slut too, baby," her voice was a tease now and it was all for him, the other man, the one who was sitting on the bed now and gripping him by the shoulder as Robert turned his head to see her pimp.

 

"Is that so?" the man in the suit asked, his bony fingers digging into his flesh, the man had a predatory look and his eyes were studying every inch of him, his uniform, his face, Robert imagined that he even saw the look of desire that was still imprinted on his face. "You know what's involved, bitch? You are going to have to be trained, you know that?" and Robert bowed his head, determined to do whatever was required for her.

 

"Yes, sir," he murmured, turning to stare at the woman in pink and feel the want surging through his body once more.

 

"Get him undressed," the pimp snapped at Vivian and Robert wanted to rise and hold out his bulging bicep to protect her, but a glance from her was enough to keep him in place.

 

Vivian's soft fingers unbuttoned the front of his shirt and he closed his eyes as the pleasure coursed through him, her skin on his skin, her hands sliding over his muscles, sending a thrill through every nerve, he felt her pull the shirt off his arms and the fingernails scratching down his back.