Daphne looks up at the tall, elegant sissy beauty and fights to hold back a moan of despair. Yet even as she feels a wave of horror wash over her own delicately sissified body, there is an inescapable sense of deep, deep arousal, and it is only a few moments before Daphne has lowered herself down very carefully onto her nylon sheathed knees and is facing the bizarre and highly erotic spectacle of Chrissie's huge, tightly stockinged sex.
Then she shuffles forward very carefully and opens her mouth. The stocking has been bathed in the same powerful perfume that covers the rest of Chrissie's impressive form. Daphne slips her lips over the white nylon wrapped head of Chrissie's sex and very fearfully closes her mouth.
Chrissie lets out a load, deep moan and Daphne tastes scented nylon mixed with salty human flesh. She then uses her lips to work a slight slack out of the stocking. She takes this centimetre or so of nylon in her teeth and begins to pull it from the enflamed flesh of Chrissie's considerable cock.
In a few minutes she has managed to pull virtually the whole of the stocking from Chrissie's cock and the younger she-male is moaning loudly as the soft fabric teases her sex during its gradual departure. Then, with one final, more confident tug, the scented stocking has been pulled free and dropped to the floor, leaving Daphne staring directly at the paradoxical presentation of Chrissie's rampant manhood.
Then Chrissie looks down at her charge and smiles gently.
'Thank you, Daphne. That was very well done. Now I think you know what else you must do…to pass this final test.'
Daphne nods. Yes, she knows. A simple, yet so terribly challenging act that will truly induct Daphne into the word of sissy love and an inescapable she-male future.
Once again, she leans forward, a smile of deep acceptance now igniting her beautiful she-male features. This time, she spends a few minutes teasing Chrissie. Licking and kissing this lovely, substantial organ, driving the poor sissy quite mad, turning moans to screams. Yes, this is all so natural, all so right. Why had she ever fought this? A vast, transcendent sense of relief washes over her. Then she takes Chrissie's sex into her mouth and quickly guides her to a fierce, violent and quite massive orgasm that leaves a thick jets of molten cum pouring into Daphne's mouth, a jet she eagerly swallows like a life preserving nectar.
A few minutes later, the stunned, deeply satisfied older sissy has taken her new lover to the dressing table stool, bent her forward, pulled up her short, sexy skirt and pulled down her tights and panties. Then she has very carefully removed the fiendish, sexy vibrator. As she prepares to plunge her refreshed and once again rock hard sex into Daphne's parted buttocks, a smile of profound satisfaction lights up her gorgeous features. Soon the room will be echoing with Daphne's squeals of sissy ecstasy, a sound that Chrissie will quickly become very familiar with.
*
It is now two months later.
Helen sits at her desk reading a management consultation document. She was promoted to section manager soon after David's resignation. Her first act was to make Sally her deputy. A few weeks later she appointed a new secretary, the beautiful, sexy and strangely familiar Daphne Best.
Things have improved significantly since her appointment, both in terms of office performance and staff morale. The senior management have made it very clear that they see a glowing future for Helen and Sally.
Helen stares out of the glass panel that takes up most of the right wall of her office into the open plan area beyond. Daphne, as she does at every day at 10.30am, is serving tea and coffee to the all female staff. She moves elegantly from desk to desk with a trolley and, with a sweet submissive smile and the slightest of bob curtsies, provides each woman with a refreshment. The women smile. Some utter a soft thank you. One or two playfully pat Daphne's pert behind and the silly, sexy girl giggles helplessly.
Today she is dressed in a very tight black nylon sweater with a full polo neck, a very sexy black and white check mini-skirt and a pair of very sheer black nylon tights. This ultra-sexy outfit is topped off by a pair of gleaming black patent leather, stiletto heeled court shoes that accentuate her terribly sexy wiggle mince walk, an erotic (and distracting) mixture of tiny steps, wiggling hips and bouncing bosom. And what a bosom: forty glorious inches that inspire both amusement (for all the women know the truth about Daphne) and, in some quarters, envy.
Daphne, her thick blonde hair styled in its usual "Marilyn Monroe" curves is looking particularly happy today, for it is Friday, and in a few hours she will be clad in her incredible black silk maid's dress serving her mistresses, assisted by her sissy lover, Chrissie, and eagerly awaiting the arrival of her boyfriend, Gavin. Yes, Gavin from accounts, beautiful, stylish and deeply kinky Gavin. Gavin, who was introduced to Daphne at a party thrown by Helen some weeks ago, Gavin who accepted the truth about his new love with an erotic smile. Gavin, whose fascination with Daphne is matched only by his love of sodomy and bondage. Gavin, who binds and gags Daphne at every opportunity, who bends the poor, deeply masochistic sissy into every bizarre position imaginable and fucks her in the arse with a violent enthusiasm equalled only by Daphne's desire to serve this beautiful, perverse man in any way he sees fit.
Yes, Helen thinks, as Daphne enters her office, performs a deep curtsey and wiggles forward carrying a cup of hot coffee: David's mother was most assuredly right, and nature has now taken its full and proper course.
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