by Tom Tame
posed just so, keeping her throat open just so, breathing through her nose, accommodating the deep, endless thrusts
of his cock.
Sophie's big blue eyes stared with shock while Alyssa squeezed her eyes shut.
Mister Zebra slapped her cheek. "Look at her!"
She would've shaken her head if she were able. She squeezed her eyelids tighter.
Mister Zebra slapped her harder. "You get those eyes open and look at your wife, you little slut! I want her
to see this. I want you to know she's seeing this. I want her to see it when it happens."
Alyssa's eyes popped open. For a long endless moment, there was only Miss Sophia's face, still shocked and
staring. She would never forget this. Alyssa knew she could never lose the memory of watching her feminized
husband sucking a cock. Their eyes locked on each other and whatever thoughts they had remained a secret to them
both.
Then Mister Zebra began to grunt. He began to growl. He shoved his cock deep in to Alyssa's mouth and
held it there. Alyssa breathed through her nose, hard and fast. She grabbed at her own ass in a struggle to keep her
arms behind her as she'd been ordered.
Mister Zebra barked sharply and then began thrusting rapidly into her mouth. Then he screamed and Alyssa
felt the hot, sticky explosion filling her mouth, overflowing. It was too much. At once she started to gag, but Mister
Zebra shook her head by the hair and whispered, "Take it."
Alyssa swallowed and swallowed and tried to move the sticky, pungent mess with her tongue down her
throat as swiftly as he could, but he was still pumping more of it into her mouth as he moaned and thrust. She
swallowed and flailed her hands wildly, finally slapping them against his thighs and trying to push herself away.
"Take it," he whispered again, and like magic she stopped trying to escape. She swallowed and swallowed,
finally making headway. "Good girl," he whispered. He reached down to her lips and scooped the glaze coating her
chin back into her lips. He spoke with the tone of a doctor feeding medicine to a puppy. "Just a little more. Get it all.
That's a good girl."
Utterly bewildered, Alyssa fell to her hands and knees and tried to regain her senses.
Soon, there was a warm soft body behind her. Sophie wrapped her arms around her and began to nibble
little kisses along her shoulders and neck. Alyssa could feel Mister Zebra's warm hand on the top of her head,
caressing, patting. "Make her cum, Sophie. That's all that's left. Make her cum like the little slut she is and we can all
cuddle up on the bed and take a nap."
Sophie kissed Alyssa softly on the cheek, turning her head to get at her lips, still sticky and tangy with
Mister Zebra's cum. "I'm so proud of you. You're amazing. I love you so much."
How could she love her? Seeing what she'd seen? Knowing what she knew?
Before she could fathom the answer, Miss Sophie's fingers found the little jeweled handle of Alyssa's butt
plug and began to softly shift it inside her, searching as Mister Zebra had searched, until she felt Alyssa stiffen
suddenly, until she heard Alyssa's quick gasp.
It didn't take long. Alyssa was raw and ready, beyond all comprehension, exhausted, but the little g-spot
inside her awoke and began to transmit little jabs of pleasure which built and built until she heard herself
whimpering and moaning and squirming. She arose to a kneeling position and arched back against Sophie. Mister
Zebra's fingers found her nipples then, but that was almost a distraction because the true miracle was taking some
place deep inside her rectum.
Sophie knew what she was doing, and she kept at it until that little g-spot was no longer a spot at all; it was
a spreading warm pool of hot honey. The little jabs turned into floods inside her, which kept the jabbing at the same
intensity but somehow spread out further across her body. It was a frustratingly slow process. Just when she felt she
was on the edge, it seemed to retreat a little, but soon, she knew she was going to cum. She could feel it. It was
approaching like a lethargic steam locomotive. It was happening and it was unlike any orgasm she'd ever had as a
boy. A boy's orgasm took place in the cock. This was starting inside her and was traveling from the center of her out
into every limb, triggering every sensitive spot as it passed.
Then, it was there, but not there. It was happening. She felt the grip of it, but it wasn't an all explosive
tantrum of pleasure. Instead, it was an intense (and getting more so) gripping fist of pure ecstasy, slowly growing
bigger and bigger and bigger.
She gasped and laid her head back on Sophie's shoulder, eyes closed, past all knowledge of anything. She
was only a warm honey flow of pure pleasure now and it showed no signs of slowing. If anything it was getting
stronger. It was already too intense; she couldn't stand it if it got any stronger.
"She's cumming," Mister Zebra said and Sophie hummed in her ear and repeated it. "You're cumming, baby
. . . cumming like a girl."
In a daze, she looked down for her penis but saw instead the tight pink gaffe, but in her panties she could
feel the ooze of her own hot, sticky cum leaking gallons. It was overflowing and dripping on her inner thighs. She
wasn't cumming, but yet she was.
The hot pool of pleasure filled her insides and after an eternity where she could only wallow and sip little
breaths of air and moan and vibrate with pleasure, finally it began to relent. Sophie moved the butt plug once more
and another little jab of pleasure erupted within her. With a shock, she realized if Sophie kept doing that she might
actually make her cum again! If she did so, she'd be the second girl of the night to pass out from pleasure.
Then there were only voices. Hands picking her up, transferring her to the bed. A straw inserted between
her lips. "Sip." Then bodies beside her, intertwining, embracing. There was the sound of kissing, wet lips. Then
someone was kissing her. Then someone else was kissing her. Then there was soft whispering. Finally, gratefully,
there was only the deep sinking sensation of falling quickly into sleep.
Epilogue:
Miss Sophia searched high and low for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Tapping her blood red
fingernail to her glossy red lips, she pondered the whereabouts of the stupid little maid. Guests milled about. Maids
hurried and scurried, some giggling, others dancing, one or two looking a little shy. New maids took a lot of training
and she wondered if they were more trouble than they were worth. Still, every now and then you found a natural.
She grinned and snapped her fingers.
Across the lounge area, she swept through a pair of doors marked "PRIVATE".
There, she found Mister Zebra in a rather dashing gray suit. She swore he had the silver buttons of his coat polished
daily.
"Miss Sophia!" Mister Zebra beamed an extra-toothy, extra white razor sharp smile. "What a pleasure!" He
gave her a sly expression. "Have you come to play?"
She grinned at him. "I'm afraid not. Do you have her?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Have who?"
There was something about his face, a bit too much pink for such a cold bastard, and the couch was blocking
her view. Sophie blushed and stepped to the side. Behind the couch was a rather sexy little maid with blonde hair,
bundled up tight with straps, her mouth working feverishly to lower the zipper on his pants.
"Oh," Mister Zebra chuckled, "did you mean her? Why didn't yo
u say so?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need her for a few."
Mister Zebra nodded. "Well, she is in a rather receptive condition at the moment."
Somewhere buzzing in the silence, Sophia could just hear the telltale signs of a bullet vibrator embedded
deep inside the maid. She saw now that the girl was blindfolded, cheeks flushed with arousal.
She sighed. "Very well, but after she's recovered I need to speak with her. I have a few questions about the
accounts."
Mister Zebra patted his prize and cooed gently. "Do you hear that, Lydia, darling? You'll be my plaything for
a little while longer. Isn't that nice?"
Lydia blindly nodded and whimpered.
Sophie grinned at her predicament.
It had been a long day and she made the short trip up to her rather plush room. Once in the door, she heard
the scurry of high heels and Alyssa rushed in and dropped to her knees before her. "I'm sorry, Miss Sophia. I didn't
think you'd be back until later."
She kissed her husband's soft head and gave her a little grope on her breast. "Lydia was tied up. Something
smells wonderful."
Alyssa beamed a smile up at her, proud and pretty. "A roast chicken with seasoned vegetables on a bed of
polenta."
"Sounds delicious."
"Thank you, Miss Sophia. May I go finish preparing it?"
"Will it burn if you don't?"
Alyssa blinked. "N-no. Not for awhile, Miss Sophia."
She snapped her fingers and marched into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the mattress, marveling at how
neat Alyssa kept things. Alyssa knelt before her, clearly wanting nothing more than to lean against her and lavish her
with attention. She was so well behaved. Ever since that night, she'd done nothing but try to be the best, sweetest
maid possible.
"Truth time."
Alyssa blushed and looked at her anxiously. "Always, Miss Sophia."
Sophie touched her face, ran her thumb back and forth across her pretty lips. "Do you miss the house,
sweetie?"
Alyssa stared at her contentedly. "It's very nice here, Miss Sophia."
"That's not what I asked."
She swallowed and looked down. "Sometimes. I don't miss the bills though or the mortgage."
Sophie thought about it. "Me either. Sometimes I miss being husband and wife though. Do you ever miss
that?"
"Am I--" Tears appeared in her eyes. Miss Sophia thought they might need to lessen that hormone dosage
again. "Am I doing something wrong?"
Sophie smiled and bent down to kiss her lips tenderly. "No, dear, and I plan to show you that after dinner. I
hope the guests didn't use you all up this evening."
Alyssa's smile reappeared, along with a deep scarlet blush. "I had quite a nice time. The Reynolds are back
and they made good use of me . . . but not too much."
Sophie grinned. "Good, because whatever you have left is mine. Is that clear?"
Alyssa blushed and fidgeted with nervous anticipation. Softly, she replied, "Yes, Miss Sophia."
It was three simple words, but it spoke volumes.
"Go take care of dinner. I want to rest my eyes for a bit."
She hopped to her feet and started from the room, but paused. "Miss Sophia?"
"Yes, Alyssa."
"Have you seen Miss Lydia lately?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. I just left her."
"How--"
"And she's hardly 'Miss' Lydia anymore."
"Yes, Miss--"
"She's sexy maid Lydia now."
"Yes, Miss Sophia."
"I think Mister Zebra is delighted to finally have his wife at his beck and call."
"Yes, Miss Sophia."
"Why do you ask?"
Alyssa risked another step back into the room. She straightened her little black maid's uniform. "I was just
wondering how she was. I haven't seen her since . . . .well, for awhile."
Sophia smiled at her pretty husband. "I'd say she's right where she belongs."
Alyssa grinned. "Yes, Miss Sophia."
"And so are you."
The End
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I love women, and that's all there is to it. You wouldn't be reading this if you didn't feel the same way.
Whether or not women are the superior gender, I could care less.
Sometimes it seems like they're years ahead of me. Other times it seems like they're just little girls that need
a good shoulder to cry on or a warm body to cuddle with. Sometimes I want to write something that moves me,
arouses me, and touches me emotionally (that's a whole lot of me touching myself, isn't it?).
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Other works of fiction include: TG Novels:
Nine Portals Series: Harem
Belief (Book One) Her Turn
Surrender (Book Two) Little Brown Girl
Isolation (Book Three)
Ponygirl Novels: Novellas:
The Bridled Heart Redemption at the Rose Saloon
Coming soon:
So, You've Been Turned into a Girl (A Helpful Guide to Your New Boobs)
If you've had enough of me, I'd like to recommend some of my favorite authors:
Deborah Ford
Ann Michelle
Solar Harris
If you ever find yourself on http://www.Fictionmania.com, I have some stories posted there, but you might also look up stories by C.C. (Clinton Crayne).