My Master & My Wife Ch. 03

I put Liz on speakerphone as I opened up the text messages. There was a woman dressed as a schoolgirl and her husband as a teacher. The woman was wearing the sluttiest schoolgirl outfit I'd ever seen. The next couple were both in togas. The woman's toga was only covering half of her breasts and stopped right below her crotch. The next pictures were similar.

"Gina, this is my first party as a Senior Partner. And I'm the only woman on the team. If I don't act like a team player it could be the end of my career. These guys will find a way to fire me if I don't act like a Good Ole Boy. I have an idea for what we can go as but it's asking a lot of you."

I thought about Master's command to obey Liz's every whim. I also thought about how much they must be talking behind my back.

"Whatever you need, Liz. I'll do whatever you want to help out."

The next night Liz knocked on her coworker's door. She was in a powder blue track suit with a matching fedora, gold teeth, a cane, and a goblet. Her secret known only to me was that underneath the track suit she was naked. She was a pimp.

I was in a black, wet-look microskirt that flared out below the waistline and a matching tube top. Beneath it I had on a pink lace thong, a pink lace strapless bra, and my breast forms. I was also wearing fishnet thigh-high stockings and four inch heels. My makeup was on thicker that I had ever worn it before and I was wearing a long, curly black wig. Liz had given me long, fake fingernails and painted them a deep red to match my toenails. I was her prostitute.

This was the first time I would ever meet these people. And I was doing it dressed as a woman. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I nervously pulled down my skirt, realizing I would have to do that the entire night or else it would ride up and expose my ass.

A woman, Susan, opened the door for us. She was wearing a white, lace bra and panty set with wings and a halo. She gasped as she saw me and then chuckled as she ushered us in.

Rick, her husband and our host talked/yelled as we walked in, "Well, we all know who wears the pants in this family!"

Rick put his arm around Susan as they both laughed and looked me over. Rick was in a red suit with a red shirt, tie, and hat. There was a red tail sticking out of the waistline of his pants. Rick and Susan were an angel and a devil. Cute.

Bob & Cheryl were both in their togas again. Cheryl's tit were pretty much hanging out of the top and Bob's cock was dangling enough that it was obvious he was both well hung and not wearing underwear.

There were three other couples at the party. One man was a priest and his wife was a slutty nun. Another was a pimp and prostitute combo but the woman was the prostitute. The last couple was a doctor and naughty nurse.

All the women were showing skin, other than my wife. Every man was fully clothed, other than me. My tan lines were visible above the tube top and my belly button ring was on display. My only hope was that people would think it was just as fake as my clip-on hoop earrings and breast forms.

We were given shots as soon as walked in. As soon as we finished those everyone did a round of shots together and the party officially got started. People laughed, yelled, laughed some more, and yelled even more. Drinks flowed and blurred together. At one point I was talking to Lilly, the other prostitute at the party. Liz was standing next to me; talking to Lilly's husband about some boring bill they were both advising Senators on, when I felt a hand on my ass. I assumed it was Liz's so I didn't brush it off until I saw that Liz was holding a drink with the hand that was closest to me. I whipped around, causing my skirt to fly up and show off my pink panties to anyone looking in my direction, and saw Rick pull back his hand. He winked at me as Susan laughed out loud.

As I turned back to Lilly she leaned in and whispered to me, "Welcome to the club, Greg. He feels up every woman here, every fucking year."

"I'm not one of the ladies." I whispered back to Lilly.

She looked me up and down, winked at me, and said "Nice pink panties, Greg." as she walked away to get another drink.

I felt a hand on my ass again and slapped it away this time. Liz turned to me, shocked, and I apologized as Rick and Susan laughed at me.

Liz went with me to get a drink and I told her about Rick feeling me up. We had a few drinks in us by that point in the party and our mouths were both working without filters.

Liz said, "Well, he did say you have a hot ass in that picture I showed him of you in your bikini."

As soon as she said it she realized what she said and tried to recover, "I mean, he walked into my office and I had it open on my phone and he picked it up and looked at it. He didn't know it was you..."

"What the fuck, Liz?!" I whispered.

Liz sighed and spilled the beans.

"Look, Gina," Liz said, "I told Rick everything and showed him all of the pictures the day after my first conversation with Master. Rick is the one who suggested taking away your male clothing and he's the one who suggested this costume for you tonight."

I looked up and saw Rick looking at me from across the party. It was a hungry look that made me shiver.

"Liz," I whispered back to her, "he's looking at me like I'm a gazelle and he's a lion!"

Liz leaned into me and whispered close enough that her lips touched my ear, "He did say he'd love to get a blowjob from you after he saw that picture of you sucking off your Master."

She let the sentence hang in the air before she whispered again, "Do you want to suck him off?"

I had a lot of alcohol in me but I still remembered Master's command to obey Liz's sexual impulses and whims. I slowly nodded yes.

Liz walked across the party and said something into Rick's ear. He looked at me, snickered, and walked out of the room. I pulled my skirt down, realizing that I was showing a little cheek. Liz came over to me and waited until one of the guys was telling a story that everyone was focused on. She led me by the hand down the hallway to Rick's home office. Rick was sitting in the corner of the room furthest from the door, beneath a lamp. Every other light in the room was off. Liz was standing behind me. Without saying a word, she unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground. She pulled my tube top up, forcing me to raise my arms over my head, and slipped it off of me. Rick sat in his chair, drinking me in. I was standing in the doorway in my lingerie. I took a nervous step into the room.

"Gina said that she'd like to suck your cock." Liz said as the thick silence was finally broken.

Rick and I locked eyes as Liz kept talking.

"I'm going to get back to the party now," Liz said as she walked away.

I started to grab the door handle but stopped when Rick started talking.

"Leave it open," Rick said.

I put my arm down and forced myself to not cover my cock with my hands.

Rick looked me up and down as he talked, "Did she tell you that our H.R. Department called a meeting over you?"

I shook my head as Rick continued talking, becoming more conscious of how close the voices down the hall sounded.

"We were all told before this party that you are a transvestite and were given a list of things that we can and can't say about you in front of Liz or yourself. Everyone here knows that this isn't just a costume for you, Gina.

"They know that those tan lines are real. They know that those panties are your normal underwear. They know that the bellybutton ring is real.

"They don't know that you like to take it up the ass from a real man, though. They also don't know that you like to have a mouth full of a real man's cock. They also don't know that you like getting showered in a real man's cum.

"But I know those things about you. I know how much of a slut you really are."

My cock was growing even though it was tucked between my legs. He was humiliating me and I loved every minute of the dirty talk. I walked up to Rick and knelt in front of him. The cold tile of the room chilled my knees. I could hear someone down the hall asking where the bathroom was as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Rick kept humiliating me as I undressed him.

"Every time I see you, I can call you a cocksucker and we'll both know it isn't a joke. Every time your wife shows up to work in a pantsuit, we'll both know that she's more manly looking than you are."

I pulled his cock out of his boxers. It was longer than mine. He shaved is cock and balls, which was nice to look at. I bent over and wrapped my lips around his shaft, moaning with pleasure as I did so.

"That's right, bitch. Enjoy your place as a woman."

Rick took a deep breath as I flicked my tongue across his shaft.

He put his hand on my head and forced me lower. I gagged and tried to pull off but he wouldn't let me. My whole body tensed as he forced my head down until my nose was touching his boxers and the tip of his cock was in my throat. I fought the impulse to throw up and was breathing rapidly through my nose, whimpering softly as he held me there.

"I'm not letting go until you stop fighting me, Gina. You're learning how to deep throat tonight."

I reached down and grabbed the legs of the chair tightly, my forearms muscles burning from the exertion. I made myself stop whimpering but couldn't slow my breathing. Time was standing still and my panic wouldn't subside. All my muscles were tensed. It took everything in me not to bite down on Rick's cock.

Every time I was about to regain control of my emotions I'd gag and panic all over again. The one thing I was grateful for was that Rick wasn't thrusting. He was just holding me down on his cock. The only sound in the room was the loud party happening down the hall from us. I made myself let go of the chair and forced myself to loosen my back and stomach muscles. I forced myself to not swallow no matter how bad I felt that I needed to and took in a deep breath through my nose.

Slowly, Rick took his hand off of my head. I pulled myself up off of his cock, swallowing deeply and clearing my throat as I straightened up. I looked at Rick with rage in my eyes. What a fucking asshole. He was smirking as he looked at me.

"You aren't done yet, Gina," was all Rick said.

The part that amazes me is that I didn't get up. I didn't want to. I realized in that moment what a woman saw in a bad boy that was so attractive. I wanted to punch him and fuck him at the same time.

I grabbed the base of Rick's cock with one hand and stroked his balls with the other. I looked away from his eyes and slowly went back to his cock, going down again until I gagged. I went back up and licked the most sensitive part of his shaft and tried deep throating him again. I gagged again and Rick laughed.

"Keep trying, Gina. Deep Throating is a skill every slut needs."

I did keep trying. I went down over and over again until I was finally sliding all the way up and down his shaft. I figured out the angle I needed to use to minimize my gag reflex as I took in all of him. His hand was resting on the back of my head, pressing down lightly but firmly. This was definitely a much longer blowjob than I had given Master. I could hear laughing down the hallway and someone yelling for Rick.

"OK, get ready for the finale," Rick said as he put both hands on my head to hold me in place.

He started fucking me, thrusting his hips, driving his cock in and out of my mouth. I wiggled my tongue across his shaft and just waited for him to orgasm. This was so much less sensual than when I sucked Master's cock, I thought to myself, but it was so much more intense of an experience.

The first spurt of cum landed in my throat and I almost choked on it. I held my breath as the second spurt splashed onto my tongue. He buried his cock all the way in me and the rest of his cum went straight down my throat. I swallowed as he pulled out and let go of my head.

I straightened my back, wiping my mouth with my arm, and looked up at Rick.

"Not too bad, Gina. If you ever need more lessons, you know where to find me."

Rick pulled up his pants, tucked in his shirt, buckled his belt, and stood up. I stood as he did and, as I turned to the door to get my clothing, I saw that Liz and Susan were standing in the doorway. They had been watching us the entire time. Liz winked at me and pulled some lipstick out of her jacket's pocket. She reapplied it onto my lips and left with Rick and Susan. I could hear them talking about how good I was at oral for being so new at it.

Alone in Rick's office, I did something that surprised even me. I sat in the leather chair that Rick had just been in, pulled out my cock, and started jerking off. I came quickly, biting my bottom lip as cum splashed onto my chest. I scooped it up with my fingers and licked every drop off of my hand.

I let out a satisfied sigh as I slipped my tube top back on and wrestled it into place. I stepped into my skirt and zipped it up as I left the room to get back to the party. Liz met me with a shot glass and a smile. I smiled back as I took the shot and washed down the lingering taste of cum.

The party started to become a blur after that. There was too much alcohol for me to keep up. I vaguely remember Cheryl, the woman in the toga, taking it off and walking around naked. I remember Rick tucking a five dollar bill into my panties but I don't remember why my panties were showing at all. I remember seeing my wife's jacket unzipped and open with Susan sucking on her nipples when I walked into an occupied bathroom. I also remember the doctor and naughty nurse couple leaving in a mild huff over something Rick said.

The next morning I woke up with Rick's five dollar bill still tucked into the waistband of my panties. I was still in my tube top, bra, and stockings. I went into the bathroom and almost tripped over my high heels. My wig and breast forms were lying on the floor in a heap next to my heels. I took the five dollar bill out of the waistband of my panties, put it on my sink, downed a couple of aspirin, and climbed back into bed. A few hours later, as Liz and I guzzled water and tried to keep our breakfast from coming back up, I asked her to fill in the gaps I had in my timeline of the party after I gave Rick a blowjob.

Apparently I had forgotten to pull down my skirt for so long that it rode all the way up to my waist. Half of my ass had been hanging out and, when Liz pointed it out to me, I just pulled the skirt off and dropped it on the ground. That's when Rick slipped a five dollar bill into the waistband of my panties and asked what it would take to get me to take everything else off.

Susan had gotten pretty turned on watching me and Rick so Liz took advantage of the situation and they "got a little frisky, too."

When I asked Liz how we got home, she said that the couple in the priest and nun outfit had driven us home. We needed to go get our car. Liz texted Rick and he said that we could come over whenever we wanted to... he still had to give me back my skirt.

I didn't realize until that moment that I had left without it. A foggy memory of Liz and the slutty nun laughing hysterically at me while getting into the car in my panties came rushing back to me. My god, I thought, what a slut I had become.