SISSY

Are You Ready?

Just as Lucy came back upstairs and told me the recreation room was ready for his tattoo application, the doorbell rang. "That's fine, Lucy. And just in the nick of time. That must be Heather at the door. Go let her in, please."

Lucy looked at me like he could stab me in the chest with his eyes, but he turned to answer the door. He was wearing only his bra, garter belt with stockings, and high heels. Not even a panty or wig. I just sat to see what would happen.

He ushered Heather into the living room, and I saw a very large black man follow them in. I knew of Leo but had never met him. He just recently got out of prison after serving two years for raping a single white mother of two small children. Now he was working for Heather, who has known him for years.

Heather grabbed Lucy by the balls and pulled down hard as she said, "Lucy, dear, aren't you going to give me a nice welcoming kiss now that I've come to visit?" When he was kneeling, she grabbed his ears and pulled his face to her crotch, covered only by a very short mini-skirt.

Poor Lucy. What a sissy must endure. He only said, "Yes, Miss Heather," before raising her skirt and beginning cunnilingus, thrusting his tongue into her pussy. Leo pulled a stopwatch out of his pocket to time the kiss. Heather didn't let go of Lucy's ears for a full six minutes while he "kissed" her. Then with a nudge from Leo, she said, "that was a wonderful welcome, Lucy. I'm so glad we're such good friends. She helped him up, and continued, "I'd like you to meet my assistant, Lucy. This is Leo. I'm sure he'd like a nice welcome to your home as well."

Lucy sighed. He knew better than to question what was about to happen. He walked to Leo and without a word knelt, his face just inches from Leo's crotch. Leo was way ahead of him, with his trousers already down to his knees.

I knew immediately that this would not be a blow job. It would be a face fuck. Leo took Lucy's head in hand to hold him still and started what would become a very lengthy face fuck. Heather came and sat by me as we watched Lucy try to take 11 inches of hard black cock in his mouth. Now the unsupported myth is that black men have much larger cocks than white men, but in Leo's case, it was no myth. He crammed his mammoth tool as far as Lucy could take it, to the point of asphyxiation. He only backed out when Lucy was at the point of passing out. Lucy is an accomplished deep-throat with any lesser cock, but this thing was enormous. After about twenty minutes Leo finally unloaded in Lucy's throat with a yell, "Yeah, man! That was a great welcome." He pulled out, grabbed Lucy under each arm and lifted him to a standing position. Next, he took Lucy's nipples, through the bra, between finger and thump, and twisted as he planted a sloppy wet kiss on Lucy's quivering lips. When he broke the kiss, Leo said, "Yeah, Lucy, I can tell we're gonna be good friends, Real good friends." Then he looked at Heather and asked, "Ma'am, are you ready?"

When he got an affirmative answer from Heather, he picked Lucy up, placed him securely under one arm, and said to me, "Lead the way, ma'am. You and I can get acquainted while Heather does her work. Now that was an offer I couldn't refuse. I led the pair downstairs, Leo with Lucy under one arm and a heavy, tool-laden kit in his other hand. Heather's tools of her trade, of course.

In no time at all, and with over-vigorous objections from Lucy that he could certainly have a tattoo applied without being strapped to a table, he was securely strapped down. Heather wasted no time getting her tools ready for the job at hand.

When she approached Lucy with a hypodermic needle, Lucy yelled, "What's that? What are you doing?"

"I'm just going to administer a light sedative so you won't feel the pain, sweetheart. Everything will be okay." She unceremoniously jabbed the needle into Lucy's thigh and pushed the plunger. Lucy was out like a light in just seconds. Then she looked at me and said, "He'll be out until morning, Chloe. Are you sure you want me to do everything we talked about earlier?'