The Acceptance of Cassie Ch. 03

"If you'd like to," replied Cassie, simultaneously frustrated because she ached for release, but also even more horny for it, feeling controlled by this woman she trusted more with each passing moment.

"I would," Anna confirmed, removing her hand from Cassie's privates, "and now I'm going to pick another video. You can do whatever you'd like in the meantime," Anna said, with a flirtatious smile.

Cassie was now faced with a choice. She could either sit back down and continue giving Anna a hand job, or... She realised her best option.

Cassie moved in front of Anna, between her and the coffee table, and knelt in front of her.

"I like your thinking" Anna said, taking the remote in one hand, and her drink in the other.

Cassie moved her head forward, feeling her caged dick dangling below her groin, and tasted the first ecstatic drop of Anna's precum. Cassie had missed the taste. It was so similar but so different to all the men at the gloryhole. She wanted this so bad and now she had it.

Cassie got to work. Anna picked a video and Cassie heard the moans in the background. She thought she heard the British accent of Sasha De Sade, but mainly focused on her work in front of her. The dick was her movie, and the sounds were just people going up the aisle. Her main event was here.

Anna joined in with the moans often, her dick often twitching and flexing as Cassie was in the middle of bobbing. Cassie lost track of thought and time, brought only back by Anna's warning that she was going to cum.

"Cassie, I'm gonna cum!"

Cassie slowed, as if disappointed -- she wanted more from the evening. Anna seemed to sense her hesitation.

"Don't worry, I'll cum again tonight."

Cassie hummed an Mmm to confirm she understood and kept going. Anna came within the minute, letting out a little squeal of glee and shooting hot ropes of viscous cum splashing onto the roof of Cassie's mouth. It tasted vaguely salty, and the flavour felt like it hung at the back of her throat after she swallowed.

Anna was heaving some sighs of contentment as Cassie cleaned her mouth with her tongue and looked up. She saw Anna had her eyes closed, a smile on her face, and the video had ended. Cassie turned to see what it was, and had her suspicions confirmed that it was Sasha De Sade in a video called "Sissy DNA Extractor."

"Where's your chastity key, Cassie?" Anna asked.

"It's in my bag" Cassie replied.

"Please go and get it." Anna replied.

Cassie stood and hustled to the bedroom, opening her bag and retrieving the key without a second thought. She returned to the living room to see Anna examining where she had knelt, and Cassie moved to look too. There was a small puddle of precum that must have cum from Cassie's locked clit, as it dripped while she fellated Anna.

"See that pool Cassie? That's some of the hottest shit I've ever seen. Can I have your key?"

Cassie handed it to Anna, who moved to kneel in front of Cassie and raise Cassie's t-shirt to view her cage. The head of it glistened with fresh precum. Anna slotted the key into the lock at the top of the cage and carefully wiggled off the head. It came loose begrudgingly, and Anna giggled as it slid off the tip.

"I'd love to try one of these, but I think I'd get too hard just getting it on!"

"The first few times were really hard," replied Cassie, Anna still holding the head part of the cage, "So I always had to masturbate before I put it on."

"Amazing," said Anna, "Can you show me how you get your balls out?"

"Sure." said Cassie, pushing one ball out the bottom of the ring, easily followed by the other.

"So cool" said Anna, taking the ring from Cassie and laying it on the arm of the couch.

Anna stayed kneeling and took Cassie's mostly flaccid dick in her mouth. She felt warm, and slightly cold at times, where Cassie assumed the gin and tonic must have slid into her mouth. The sensation was amazing, and she became hard very quickly. Anna seemed happy at the response.

They each had just their tops on, but Anna stopped sucking Cassie off to remove her jumper, throwing it on the couch. She had nothing on underneath and moved quickly back to Cassie's dick. Feeling a little too dressed, Cassie removed the last part of her clothing and threw her t-shirt on the couch as well, all while Anna sucked her clitty.

The urge to cum came quickly.

"Anna, I think I'm close"

Anna just groaned in response. Cassie was desperate to orgasm, and the worry that she would regret things again touched her psyche. Something deeper within rebelled, however, and said we can stay this time. And so she said nothing.

In French, there is a euphemism for an orgasm that translates to "the little death". It means a moment where we lose our sense of self. Cassie felt that sensation then and there. She felt at one with Anna, and felt like she became nothing and everything, cumming directly into Anna's awaiting throat. It wasn't necessarily a powerful orgasm of the cock, being a small few ropes, but it was a powerful orgasm of the body. The little death left her, and life came back, within a breath's space of time. Her mind reeled at the sensation, her ego bucking against her perception of reality, trying to force its way to shame.

But Cassie... Cassie rebelled. She turned her attention away from ego, from shame, and toward connection, as Anna cleaned Cassie's deflating dick with her warm lips and tongue. Cassie warred with the fear of judgement and tried her very hardest to envelope herself in the afterglow of the best orgasm she had ever had... so far.

"That was amazing," Cassie breathed out, on a sigh, looking down at Anna.

Anna lifted her eyes to meet Cassie's and smirked. She rose to her feet and gave Cassie a kiss that carried just the faintest hint of cum on its aftertaste, but spoke more strongly of alcohol, heat, and passion.

"You continue to surprise, Cassie." Anna said, as she pulled away.

They embraced for just under a minute, breathing into each other. It was as romantic as any experience that Andy had with a woman before this, but in this one, it was like he knew that his partner could feel and empathise with exactly what he had just felt. It was a connection similar to others, but on a plane that no other had yet reached for him.

"I need a quick break after that, wow," Anna said, "Do you want to finish your drink? You've still got half to go and I've finished mine."

"Oh, definitely," said Andy, "I was a bit more focused on finishing other stuff though" she said, with a flirtatious smirk.

"And I'm glad you did." Anna said.

Andy moved to his drink and Anna moved off to the bathroom. Andy could hear peeing sounds from the living room, assuming Anna had left the door open. It didn't sound the least bit feminine, but Andy was past ruminating about that. There were masculine parts to Anna that Andy loved. It was all beginning to just become human to him.

Andy checked out the small patch where his precum had been dripping. It was small enough to nearly be dry now. He was proud of it, he realised.

He took a lengthy swig from his glass and moved to the kitchen. He became aware of how free his cock was, dangling between his legs, him still wearing no pants. He also became sharply aware of his still plugged ass because he felt some gas coming on, but he suppressed it. This sometimes happened to him, but he worried little about it, unless it came back. Then it bespoke a need to enema again, and he hoped that wouldn't happen.

He stood near the kitchen waiting for Anna to return, puckering his ass a few times idly, and looking down at his freely dangling dick. He took one more swig of his drink and noticed Anna's panties still sitting on the couch. He made his way over and picked them up, an already fresh wave of horniness gripping his mind. He picked them up and lifted them to his nose, to take in the lingering smell of old cum, sweaty crotch, and whether he imagined it he wasn't sure, some of Anna's soap or laundry detergent.

"Oh cuuuuuute," sounded from the hallway, Anna having padded silently on bare feet back out to the living room. Her flaccid dick hung between her legs, retreated into her pelvis, soft and a fraction of its size. It had retreated fully into its foreskin and looked dried and clean.

Andy felt caught out, shameful again, his nose millimetres from the red fabric of the underwear. He wasn't sure where the distinction lay between playful naughtiness and perversion when it came to these panties. He laughed a little hoping to diffuse the tension without, and the tension within.

"You have seemed to like my panties, haven't you?" Anna asked, rhetorically, and made her way over to sniff them within Andy's clutching hand, "Though they're a bit whiffy! Do you... like that?"

Andy felt allowed to open up. He hesitated a moment, maybe just long enough for Anna to notice, and said:

"I loved having them. Every time I came, I wiped it up with them, and... well I liked the smell."

Anna looked wide eyed and shocked, but in a good, naughty way. She looked quickly down at the panties and back up to Andy, though she still thought of him as Cassie, not knowing his real name.

"I keep getting surprised by you, Cassie, and I like every bit of it. When we first spoke on Grindr I really felt like I'd found a meek boy for a hookup, but I wanted more after the first time. Now I feel like I'm finding someone whose more comfortable in their sexuality than I first thought. I like what I'm finding."

Cassie thought if only you knew how much doubt I deal with.

"I'm not super comfortable yet, I don't think, but I know what I like, so far... and I really like you." Said Andy.

"I like you a lot too," said Anna.

They looked at each other awkwardly for a second, unsure of whose turn it was to speak.

"Should I go and change?" Asked Cassie, feeling it was the only sensible thing to do next.

"I'd love you to," replied Anna. She gave Cassie a kiss on the cheek before turning to watch her pad away, naked, toward the bathroom, having left the pieces of her chastity cage on the couch, and the red panties in Anna's hand.