The Accidental Sissy Pt. 03

I heard her before I saw her.

The door from the garage banged open with the familiar cacophony of an interloper entering a quiet house.

I spit out my owner's cock in alarm and turned on my knees in the direction of the sound.

And there was Lydia, bustling through the door into the kitchen, several shopping bags in tow.

My owner grunted and leaned forward, placing his right hand behind my head. He pulled my mouth roughly back down on to his cock.

"I didn't say to stop, whore. It's just my wife."

I did as I was told, swallowing my panic along with my owner's cock.

A few seconds later, there came the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking on the parquet floor as Lydia came walking into the living room. I screwed my eyes tightly shut and concentrated on sucking my owner's cock.

I was somewhat reassured that I was hooded. I was confident I could count on my owner's discretion to protect my identity.

"Ooh a new one! Who do we have here, dear?" Lydia asked breezily, her tone indicating she was not the least bit surprised to find a kneeling sissy slave sucking her husband's cock in the middle of her living room.

"Believe it or not, it's our neighbor, Michael. I caught him prancing around his house in this outfit earlier today and decided to take him."

So much for discretion.

"Oh, you're so wicked, honey," she laughed.

Resigned to my fate, I continued to suck as they spoke, my lips gliding up and down the shaft in easy silence now.

I felt Lydia run her hand down the back of my leather corset.

"I simply love her outfit, dear. And look at those heels! Who knew our neighbor was such a slut."

"I guess you never really know anyone," my owner replied neutrally.

"Does the wife know?" she asked conspiratorially.

"She has no clue," my owner replied brusquely.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lydia walk around to the back of the couch, until she was standing directly behind her seated husband. She was dressed impeccably in a silk cream blouse and a grey pencil skirt with a wide stylish black belt.

She leaned down and kissed her husband on the left cheek.

Lydia looked down at me, her eyes sparkling with merriment.

"Is it her first time?"

"Yep. Up until today, she thought she was straight," her husband answered gruffly.

"Yeah, she looks really butch kneeling there with your cock in her mouth."

They both had a good chuckle at that.

"Is she any good?" Lydia asked playfully.

"Quite good. She took the whole thing."

Her eyes widened.

"She didn't!"

"See for yourself," her husband replied.

He placed a hand on the back of my head.

"All the way down, whore," he murmured to me.

I took a few steadying breaths through my nose, then slid my lips down along the entire length of his cock. I gagged only slightly when I felt the fat head pass through my gullet into my esophagus, but was able to take the entire shaft without too much difficulty now.

At last, my nose was once again pressed up against my owner's belly.

"Oooh, you nasty whore," his wife squealed. "She's going to be the belle of the ball at the next Society party," she added cryptically.

This was the first mention of the secretive social club that would soon come to play an outsized role in my training as the following weeks progressed.

"I'm sure she will, dear, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. She needs to be trained first," my owner replied.

At last, my owner released the back of my head, and snapped his fingers, signaling I should resume bobbing up and down on his cock, which I was more than happy to do.

My owner and his wife chatted amiably for several minutes about mundane household affairs as if I were not in the room. They also began to sketch out the broad outline of my training.

My ears burned under my hood at being talked about so casually and dismissively as I knelt before them slurping on my owner's cock.

After a while, Lydia sauntered back around to my side of the couch. I flinched slightly as I felt both of her hands caress the twin globes of my pale buttocks, but continued my oral ministrations without interruption.

"Such a fuckable ass," she observed, her voice suddenly husky. "Have you taken her yet?"

"No, dear. It's her first day. She needs to be stretched first."

As I continued to suck, I sensed Lydia leaning down to examine my posterior more closely.

"Oh, dear!" she gasped in mock consternation. "Honey, speaking of stretching, she's not even plugged. Her cute little starfish is winking at me."

I blanched underneath my mask, mortified at being so exposed to someone, who until today, had been nothing more than a casual acquaintance.

"It's okay. I'll attend to it later," my owner said distractedly. I sensed he was trying to clear his mind, so he could reclaim the orgasm that had been so rudely interrupted by his wife's arrival.

"Nonsense. No sissy slave goes unplugged in my household," she huffed.

She slapped both of my ass cheeks smartly with both hands.

I heard Lydia's footfalls retreating from the living room as she made her way into the interior of the house. A minute later, I heard her heels once again clicking on the hardwood floor as she returned.

As I continued to suck, I saw her approach out of the corner my eye, carrying a medium sized plastic squirt bottle. Something shiny flashed briefly in her other hand as she positioned herself behind me.

Of course I was curious about what she was up to, but I knew better than to take my mouth off my owner's cock.

That's when I felt the cold drizzle of lube sliding down my ass crack.

"May I do the honors, honey?" I heard Lydia ask her husband as I felt my cheeks being pulled apart.

"Please do. You're right. I should have taken care of it earlier. My mistake."

I felt the cold tip of the steel butt plug being pressed against my rosebud, then grunted around the cock in my mouth as the large head was passed roughly through my sphincter. I exhaled slowly through my nose as the flat, broad base of the plug settled snuggly against the rim of my anus.

I had been plugged for the first time.

Lydia smacked both of my ass cheeks smartly again.

"That's better, slut," she said caustically.

Lydia took a seat next to her husband on the couch as I continued to bob up and down on his cock. She crossed her legs casually, eying me appraisingly.

I was acutely conscious of Lydia's eyes upon me as I regained my previous rhythm, my lips gliding up and down the full length of her husband's cock smoothly now, without sputtering or choking at all.

"My, my, she really is a good little cock whore isn't she?"

"She's a natural," my owner replied proudly.

Nobody spoke for a few minutes as I continued to piston my face up and down along the long, thick column of my owner's cock, the only sounds the wet suction noises produced by my lips as kept them tightly wrapped around his shaft, pausing briefly every few strokes to slurp down the pre-cum constantly leaking from the tip.

Soon, I again sensed the tell-tale signs of my owner's impending release. The flow of his pre-cum increased dramatically and threatened to overspill my mouth. I began to gulp and swallow desperately with each up-stroke to keep up with the ever increasing torrent.

"Oh, good girl. That's it. I'm close now. Get ready, whore," my owner exhorted.

I grunted my assent and increased the cadence of my excursions even further.

My mind was in a pleasant, twilight state of free fall as I gave myself fully over to the experience.

It was really going to happen.

I was about to swallow another man's cum.

Lydia suddenly became more animated, leaning in for a closer look, clearly keen to have a front row seat as I passed this next ignominious milestone of my new submissive journey.

My owner began to buck against me. It was clear he was about to cum.

Lydia leaned in closer.

"That's it, dear, christen her mouth. I love to the look in their eyes the first time. Such sweet surrender."

"Of course, dear," my owner replied breathlessly.

I felt him once again place his hand on the back of my head, pressing his cock ever deeper down my throat as his climax approached.

Lydia leaned forward even further until I could feel her hot breath on my masked face.

"Look at me, cunt," she hissed.

I shifted my gaze to look her in the eyes.

"You're about to officially become a faggot, slut. And that's all you'll ever be. Don't you dare spill a drop, you worthless whore."

I stared back at Lydia as I sucked, my eyes glazing over with docility, wordlessly acknowledging my own complicity in the indignity she was about to witness

This was what I wanted.

I groaned loudly around the cock in my mouth savoring the humiliation of having to perform this intimate act of surrender directly under the watchful eye of this cruel woman, who routinely exchanged pleasantries with my own wife.

"Here it comes, slut!" my owner warned, his tone urgent.

My owner froze with his cock deep in my throat, then pulled back so that that only the head remained in my mouth.

Lydia leaned even closer, a wolffish grin spreading across her face, as if she knew the punchline to a joke I was about to hear for the first time.

I felt the head of my owner's cock swell impossibly large in my mouth, like a water balloon filling to the point of bursting.

Then he exploded.

Hot cum immediately filled my mouth. My cheeks puffed out to their full capacity in less than a second. I felt a half dozen jets of thick semen propelled down my throat. I swallowed desperately to try to keep up, but it was like trying to take a sip of water from a fire hose.

I continued to swallow frantically, my eyes wide with panic. I gulped over and over again. Six times. Eight times. The head of his massive cock continued to spasm in my mouth, seemingly undiminished for almost a full minute.

Lydia began laughing.

I tried to take a quick breath through my nose and felt several pulses of warm semen squirt down my windpipe causing me to cough and sputter around the squirting cock in my mouth.

At last, I reached the end of my physical endurance and fell back on to my hands, expelling the still-spurting cock violently from my mouth.

But still, my owner continued to ejaculate.

He held the base of his cock, aiming directly between my eyes. I watched in mute fascination as the torrent of cum continued.

My left eye suddenly blurred and began to sting, as a direct hit glued that eyelid shut. I felt several more thick ropes of his semen land upon my upturned face and forehead and noticed several others spurt up and over my shoulder and on to the floor behind me.

My owner stood and began jerking his cock over me now. He smiled down triumphantly as he continued to expel his hot seed upon me, as if baptizing a particularly intransigent acolyte for the first time.

At last, I sensed the paroxysm begin to falter and felt the last three or four massive eruptions land heavily on my chin, throat and chest.

My owner sat back down and exhaled slowly.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

I knelt in stunned silence, literally agape at the display or raw virility I had just witnessed.

Whenever I rubbed my little nubbin of a penis to a pathetic, semi-soft orgasm, I was rewarded with maybe two or three small expulsions of thin, semi-viscous semen, barely enough to fill a small thimble.

My owner had cum in buckets.

I could feel the wet, warm weight of his semen settling upon my head and face through the thin fabric of my hood. I licked my lips and found them completely coated with thick, salty cum. I felt gobbets of the viscous fluid sliding slowly down the sloping contours of my brow and cheeks like an avalanche of wet snow sliding inexorably down a sheer mountainside.

I slowly wiped the cum from my left eye and surveyed my immediate surroundings.

I was a mess.

It was as if a bomb had gone off in a donut glazing factory.

Every part of my body within the splash radius of my owner's violent eruption was covered in cum. I looked down and saw my bare chest completely glazed with my owner's thick pearlescent effluent. I reached up and felt the same sticky goo covering my throat and the underside of my chin.

The smell of it was cloying in my nostrils, like moist grass clippings on a hot humid day.

When I looked at the floor between my knees, I was mortified to see a thick puddle of semen slowly spreading on the parquet floor. It was already the size of a pie plate and expanding rapidly before my eyes.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

It was the toe of Lydia's right shoe, which she was tapping rhythmically on the floor in a pantomime of strained patience as she continued to watch me from the couch. To my horror, I noticed there were several ropes of thick semen cross-crossing the shiny surface of the toe of the sensible black pump.

The words she had spoken right before her husband had exploded in my mouth began ringing in my ears.

Don't you dare spill a drop, you worthless whore.

I closed my eyes in resignation and slowly bowed my head, fully expecting to be punished for my abject failure.

Nobody was more surprised than myself to hear Lydia begin to clap and whoop loudly, clearly cheering me on.

"Well done, slut," she gushed effusively.

I looked up at her in surprise, just as a large dollop of cooling semen overspilled the crest of my right brow and dangled in front of my eye, temporarily eclipsing her from view.

I saw Lydia reach down and scoop up the hanging streamer of thick cum and ladle it in to her own mouth, her lips smacking loudly, as if indulging in a rare delicacy.

"Mmm, delicious as always, dear," she said to her husband. "And as usual, you did not disappoint," she added as she continued to look down at me.

I remained on my knees and stared up at her in silence.

"Well, you spilled....a lot, whore and, yes, you will be punished for that," she said matter-of-factly. "But I do admire your spunk, pardon the pun."

Lydia barked out a short, sharp laugh. I wondered for the first time if she might be insane.

I blinked up at her through gummy eyelids.

"You hung in there much longer than the usual first-timer," she averred. "And I think it's obvious that you've already learned your first valuable lesson when it comes to sucking cock."

I continued to look up at her expectantly.

"Never let a gentleman cum in your mouth when he can cum down your throat."

I continued to stare at her, unable to process what she was saying.

"Deep-throat the cock as it ejaculates. That way, you bypass that pesky gag reflex, you silly goose. No swallowing needed. All that yummy cum just slides right down your gullet and into your stomach," she continued pedantically, as if explaining a simple concept to a particularly dull-witted pupil.

I nodded at her. She was actually making a lot of sense.

"Okay," I replied dully.

She slapped my face hard with the open palm of her right hand.

Her hand came away slick with her husband's semen, which she wiped absently on a dry area of my hood.

"You will address me correctly, cunt. If I'm going to help my husband with your training I expect to be treated with the proper respect. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am," I said quickly, kicking myself for my lapse in etiquette. I knew better.

She leaned forward.

"Fun's over, whore. Time to clean up."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied

"Clean my husband's cock and then you'll lick up every last drop of the cum you spilled."

"Yes, ma'am," I acquiesced softly.

Lydia arose from the couch and stood behind me to supervise.

I shifted on my knees and positioned myself back in place between my owner's legs. He had been watching the exchange between myself and his wife with detached interest. It was obvious he had seen her take a slave in hand many times before and was not at all surprised by her strict demeanor.

In fact, by now, it was becoming crystal clear to me that this was not the first rodeo for either of my neighbors. They were both obviously experienced in the life.

The thought filled me with an odd mixture of dread and anticipation.

What exactly was I getting myself into?

I stopped woolgathering and turned to the task at hand.

I looked closely at my owner's cock, eying the beast warily for the first time since it had assaulted my person with such a powerful display of raw hydrostatic force.

My owner was just starting to go soft, but his cock still retained significant turgidity. The head and shaft were completely coated with a thick veneer of congealing semen mixed with a liberal amount of saliva and mucous from deep within my throat.

As I watched, two fat drops of semen overspilled the large meatus and began dribbling down the large head.

I felt Lydia's hand on the back of my head.

"What are you waiting for, whore? Suck the last of the cum out, then clean him off."

I quickly leaned forward and suckled the head, slurping down the last dregs of cum, then began licking the shaft up and dowm, curling my tongue to scoop the thick patina of our combined effluent into my mouth.

I felt a sharp smack on my right ass cheek.

"Not like that, cunt! It's not an ice cream cone," Lydia said harshly.

I flinched and looked back at her.

"Take the entire shaft down your throat, then draw yourself back up slowly, keeping a tight seal with your lips. Squeegee all that goo right into your mouth."

I began to do as instructed.

For the next several minutes, Lydia proceeded to show me exactly how her husband liked to have his cock cleaned, followed by a spirited tutorial on the proper way to use my tongue to tidy up his balls and scrotum. Finally, I was educated on the essential importance of finishing the job by carefully attending to my owner's ass crack and perineum to lap up any errant rivulets of semen which may have trickled down to those nether regions.

When I was done, I straightened on my knees and leaned back so Lydia could inspect my work. She pushed me roughly out of the way and knelt to examine her husband's cock, gently lifting the shaft to inspect the underside and then cupping his huge balls to verify they were soft and clean and free of stickiness.

I sat on the floor, my high heels splayed out before me, leaning back on my hands as Lydia completed her assessment.

Finally, Lydia stood.

"Not bad, slut," she said curtly, towering over me.

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied docilely.

"Now, it's time to clean up the mess you made, whore," she announced, snapping her fingers.

I quickly pulled myself back on to my knees

Lydia took ahold of my leash.

Lydia stood before me and extended her right foot, proffering me the tip of the shoe that had been splattered with cum earlier.

"Start here. Lick it up," she ordered.

I leaned forward and pressed my hands to the floor, bringing my face down to shoe level. I quickly lapped up the several thick ribbons of semen cooling on the shiny surface. The cum was still fairly warm, which made the task somewhat more palatable.

When she was satisfied, she snapped her fingers and pointed to the cooling puddle of cum on the hardwood floor in from of the couch.

I quickly leaned down and lapped it up the expanding collection of lukewarm semen, slurping loudly to get all of it, then licking the surface of the shiny floor clean with the flat of my tongue.

Lydia snapped her fingers again and sat down on the couch, indicating I should kneel before her. I quickly crawled into position.

"Almost done, slut," she cooed. "We just need to get your hood cleaned off."

She leaned forward.

"Open,"

Lydia began to ladle the warm cum my owner had sprayed all over the the black fabric of my hood into my open mouth.

"There you go, such a good girl. Swallow it down, whore."