Of course, sleep never came. I laid, tossing and turning all night long, and when morning came, guess what? That’s right — I continued to just lay there in the fetal position, with my sorry excuse for a cock tucked between my legs. If I was any sort of man, which we all know I’m not, I would have done something. I could have gotten up. I could have taken a shower, changed . . . but no, this worthless little pantywaist sissy just laid there.
Finally, I heard Sami stir. I just continued to lie there, waiting, pretending I was asleep. After some time, Sami got out of bed and started in my direction. I closed my eyes and peeked at her through narrow slits as she rounded the corner of the bed. She turned, paused for a moment, looking at me, shook her head and headed into the bath and closed the door.
Once again I had the opportunity to take action, this time completely alone in the room. And once again I did nothing. What an utterly useless excuse for a man I had become. My wife comes home to find me dressed like a slut, my face made up like a whore, rummaging through her panty drawer. I eagerly obey her command and take my position, lying over her lap, so she can spank my sissy ass. I get so turned on that I actually start creaming, squirting all over her legs, and then without thinking I proceed to lick up my own cum. Now, still dressed like a slut, I was lying on the floor waiting to see what she would do with me. I make myself fucking sick!
I had a long wait, and plenty time to ponder where this would go. I heard water running and several indiscernible sounds, and then finally the toilet flushed, and the door opened. Sami walked straight over to me, placed her hands on her hips, “Sit the fuck up bitch,” she commanded, very matter of fact.
I did as she said and lifted myself, spinning around and tucking one heel under my butt, my other leg bent in front of me, leaning on one arm with my hand on the floor. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. After all, what was there to say, “I’m sorry I’m a pathetic little sissy faggot?” Again, I just waited for Sami to take the lead.
“So, what do you have to say for yourself, Chris?”
“or should I say Crissi? That’s probably more to your liking, isn’t it?”
“Er . . . a, Sami, I –“ she cut me off mid-sentence.
“Shut the fuck up bitch! There’s nothing you can say. Look at yourself. How in the fuck did I ever wind up married to a worthless piece of shit like you?”
I just hung my head.
“Cop a squat slut,” she ordered.
I guess I hesitated, which miffed her a bit. Losing patience, with authority I’d not heard from Sami before, “I said Cop a squat SLUT! Right here in front of me — like the pissing bitch we both know you are!”
I jumped this time and squatted down low, my 4 inch heels on the floor, my ass almost touching it, and my forearms resting on my stocking covered knees.
Sami made me pull the nightie back, so she could have a clear view of my “clitty,” and then just stood there staring at me, shaking her head.
“So, do you suck cock?”
I was taken back by the question, a little shocked, even though she had asked the same thing the night before.
But Sami wasn’t waiting for me to work out a response. She took two steps, stopping with her pussy inches from my face, reached out, grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head up to look at her. “I asked you a question, BITCH! Do you suck cock?”
“Aa, no Sami,” I responded in a whisper.
“Oh right, so you dress up like a fucking slut, wearing strappy heels, taller than most of mine — you paint your face like a prostitute, and you expect me to believe you don’t suck cock?”
“And you’re not a pansy-assed sissy either, right?”
Sami placed her fingers under my chin, lifting my face and looked straight into my eyes, “Come on Crissi, tell me the truth. I’ll bet your mouth waters at the thought of a big, fat, juicy cock . . . wouldn’t you just love to be dressed like a slut: garter, stockings, panties, with nice short skirt and high heels. Does it get you aroused to think of a real man forcing you to your knees, and feeding you his long hard cock?”
I couldn’t help myself. I knew what she was trying to do, but I was helpless to stop it. Sami let my face fall and stepped back to see my fully erect cock jutting between my smooth, silken thighs. “That’s what I thought . . . a little sissy faggot cocksucker.”
“Mmm, does that make you horny? Huh, does it sweetie? Ah, snookums, you want something to suck on, don’t you?”
Sami trotted over to the nightstand on her side of the bed and returned quickly with an 8 inch, very thick dildo. Holding it out, not far from her body, she placed it at my mouth and rubbed it on my lips.
I didn’t respond, keeping my mouth closed and the latex cock on my lips. But Sami didn’t seem to get excited, her demeanor had changed, and for lack of a better word, she was kind of being sweet to me.
“Come on sweetie, you know you want it. Kiss the nice hard cock. Show Mommy how good you are.”
And without thinking, I found myself slowly parting my lips and gently kissing the large plastic head.
“That’s it sweetie. Now lick it. Show me how you like to lick nice hard cock.”
“Now, open wide Crissi. That’s it. My little sissy loves cock, doesn’t she?”
I opened my mouth and eagerly took the make believe cock inside, just like I had so many times before. But this time, I wasn’t alone. My dear wife was feeding me cock, stuffing a huge dildo down my throat, fucking my face. And I was enjoying every minute of it.
“Oh, you are a hot little cocksucker, aren’t you,” Sami teased as she played the cock deeper and deeper down my throat. “I’m sensing some experience here slut. That’s it. That’s it. Just a little deeper . . .”
Sami grabbed the back of my head and started pumping the 8 inch shaft in and out, burying it to the hilt with each stroke.
“Jack your clit, bitch,” she commanded. “Jack that clit.”
I reached down with one hand and slowly started stroking my cock in time with Sami’s fucking my face. I was already hard, and just the touch nearly sent me over the edge. I knew I wouldn’t last long.
As my excitement grew, Sami pumped faster. “Suck that cock, bitch!” she yelled, as she stuffed it down my throat. “Oh yeah, you fucking dirty slut — suck that cock!”
"What a filthy cumsucking sissy!"
I furiously stroked my cock, gasping for air as Sami pounded "her" cock down my throat.
"That's it bitch! Stroke that clit!"
"My sissy bitch likes having her face fucked . . ."
“I'll bet you want some cum, don’t you bitch?”
“Oh yeah, suck that cock! SUCK IT BITCH!”
And suddenly, I felt Sami release the cock in my mouth and grab my throbbing prick. She stroked it twice and then pushed back hard again my balls. My nuts tightened, and I knew I was done. Sami brought up her free hand to catch my cream as it squirted from my clit. She pumped and held, pumped and held, each time filling her hand a bit more with my sticky jizz.
As my orgasm subsided, Sami released my still hard cock and pulled the dildo from my mouth. Dipping the cockhead into her hand, she stirred the cummy pool and raised the cum covered prick to my mouth.
“Here you go sweetie. Take your treat.”
I parted my lips, as Sami sensuously wiped the cum-covered cockhead from one side of my mouth to the other.
“Mmm, isn’t that good.”
All resistance was gone. I quickly opened wide and took the cock back into my mouth, tightening my lips around the shaft as it reached the back of my throat. Sami then slowly pulled the hard rod back out, as I sucked my sissy cum from the shaft.
"Sissy loves cock, doesn't she?"
"Nice cum filled cock," and my mouth was empty.
Sami replaced the dildo with her hand. “You don’t want any to go to waste . . .” she cooed, pressing her cum-filled hand to my lips. I gladly slurped up the last of my sissy cream.
“Now clean my fingers. That’s it . . . lick it all up”
"Look at you . . . mmmm . . . look at my little cumslut."