Sissy Hubby Ch. 05

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Stacy drove through our neighborhood finally picking up the highway and leaving behind the people who might recognize me. Being recognized didn't bother me, I was truly happy for first time. I was becoming what I was born to become. I sat silently beside my wife wearing my short, tight sweater dress, black heels with ankle straps, light blue lacy thong and my belly chain. My new purse sitting right beside my wife's between us. It was fairly late and had become dark since Stacy had arrived home. I stared just ahead of the car in the area brightly lit by the cars headlights.

I was startled by an electronic version of the song "girls just wanna have fun". My wife reached into my purse, pulled out my new pink cell phone and handed it to me. Who would have this number? It was a brand new phone, my wife just gave it to me earlier this evening? I pressed the button, raised it to my ear and timidly asked "Hello?"

"Hi Dottie, this is Kim." Kim, my neighbor said in a sultry voice.

"Oh hi! What are you up to Kim?"

"Well I saw you in the bedroom, sucking on that strap-on with a plug in your "pussy", you looked VERY sexy." Her words were dripping with horny lust.

All I could do was giggle.

"Can you still taste the cum in your mouth?"

I ran my tongue along the roof of my mouth and replied, "Uh-huh." I felt my "clitty" twitch, this conversation was turning me on again!

"Dottie, put Stacy on the phone now, I need to speak with her"

I wiggled in my seat, the plug in my "pussy" felt so good, I was going to be a horny mess by the time we got to our destination. I handed the phone to my wife, "Kim would like to speak with you."

Stacy took the phone and they chatted back and forth for several minutes. I couldn't concentrate on what was being said, all I could think about was the taste in my mouth and the pressure on my "pussy". Stacy eventually flipped the phone shut and replaced it into my purse.

"I gave your number to Kim earlier today." She stated this as a fact, not asking if it was alright or informing me.

I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent. I didn't care, actually I was glad she did, I wouldn't have thought to get Kim's phone number. At this point I started wondering how Stacy knew Kim's number. They must be speaking pretty regularly. My mind was running wild with the possibilities of their discussions when Stacy turned the key and shut the car off.

I looked around and didn't recognize the neighborhood. The streets were lined with nightclubs, tattoo parlors and adult theaters. My stomach went into a knot considering what Stacy had planned for me.

My door opened suddenly and Stacy offered her hand to help me out. I took it and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Stacy broke my grasp on her hand, and said just loud enough for me to hear, "We don't want everyone to think we're lesbians."

I raised my line of sight from the sidewalk and looked around. The streets were busy with pedestrian traffic. Some were waiting in lines to get into clubs, others were leaning against walls watching the people go by, and still others were walking along the sidewalks. This area was alive with people for this time of night.

We walked side by side down the street, as we passed in front of a seedy looking adult theater, a group of young men whistled at us and shouted things like "Shake it baby!"

The attention shocked me, I stepped closer to Stacy and asked "Were those comments directed at us?"

She stopped mid step, turned to face me and said "Not us, oh no, they were directed at you." A doubtful look must have crossed my face as she continued "Shall we go back and ask them?"

I shook my head quickly and replied "No, really, it's okay! I believe you!"

She started walking again with a smirk on her face, I was never more than a half a step behind her. I did not want to loose my ride home. And I had no idea what we were doing here.

We finally reached our goal, one of the nicer looking tattoo parlors. I didn't have time to ask her why she had brought me here. Even if I did ask, I am sure she wouldn't answer. Stacy held the door open as I stepped inside.

There were a few people browsing through the books of tattoo art, a few more were admiring something in a glass cabinet, others milled around aimlessly. Stacy pointed to a clean looking chair that faced the interior of the store. I sat down and crossed my legs. As I did this, it seemed as if everyone stopped what they were doing and tried to catch a glimpse under my dress. I sat there nervously, wishing everyone would stop looking at me. Did they know the truth?

Stacy briefly spoke with a rough looking man behind the counter and then sat down in a chair beside me. I asked her what we were doing here. Her reply was what I had expected, "It's a surprise."

We both sat there and watched the other people. At one point Stacy leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think that guy is cute, don't you?" She motioned toward a solid looking, bald guy of about 21 years old. His stomach looked like a washboard under the tight t-shirt. And his jeans were wrapped tightly around him. The bulge between his legs was impossible to miss.

Without really thinking I whispered back, "Oh yeah. He is a hottie."

Stacy whispered back, "Look at that bulge, I bet he is huge."

"I would love to wrap my lips around that." As the words left my mouth, I could believe I had uttered them.

At that moment, a young man came out and called "Dottie? Is there a Dottie in here?"

I stood up and walked toward him, Stacy stood up behind me and followed. After informing him that I was Dottie, he led us down a hallway and held the curtain open to the second to last room. I stepped inside and saw what looked like a dentists chair, a rolling stool, and a regular chair against the wall. The walls were covered with posters of tattoos and naked women.

After Stacy had entered and our guide had dropped the curtain, she took my purse and told me to sit in the dentist chair. As I took my seat, she sat on the chair by the wall. Just as I got my dress adjusted, the hottie with the washboard stomach entered the room. I was stunned and speechless when he said, "Well hello, my name is Ben, and what can I do for you two ladies this evening?"

Stacy introduced us and told him I wanted to get a few piercings. Surprised, I cocked my head and looked at her, but didn't say a word. If she wanted to get me pierced, I would do it. Relaxing on the chair once again, feeling ready for anything. Ben had moved nearer to me, I couldn't help but stare at his bulge. I tried to imagine what it looked and felt like.

Stacy told him I wanted my ears and bellybutton done. She went on to describe the small gold ring she wanted in my bellybutton and the studs with pink stones for my ears. He stepped out of the room to get the jewelry. I looked back at her and said, "This is a good surprise! And you picked the right guy for the job! God he is cute."

She smiled and nodded her head as she replied "I told you not to worry. I would ever let any permanent harm come to you." The words were spoken with care, but the word permanent bothered me for a minute.

Then Ben came back with the jewelry, I calmed down as he held the ring and studs before me. Stacy spoke up, "I'll make that decision for her. Her opinions don't matter."

I felt like sinking into the chair. My opinions don't matter? I thought for a moment I might cry. Stacy must have approved the jewelry, he was once again at my side and the sight of his bulge captured my attention and imagination. He lowered the upper part of the chair until it was almost flat.

He took a seat on the stool and rolled over to my head. When his hands made contact with my skin, an electric shock ran through my body ending at my stuffed "pussy". The horny feeling spreading throughout my body was undeniable, I felt my "clitty" twitching like crazy.

He put rubber gloves on his hands like a doctor would wear. Then pulled what looked like a gun from a nearby cart and loaded it with an earring. "This won't hurt but for a second sweetie." He said while looking down into my eyes.

POP!

"Ow!" the exclamation barely left my lips before the pain had faded.

"See, I told you it wasn't bad." He said this while rolling to the other side of my head.

Ben stood up above me and looked down, trying to line up the next earring with the other. His bulge was within an inch of my cheek. I wanted to reach out and grab it so bad!

He sat back down while I was still trying to gather my courage. After re-loading the gun and positioning it on my earlobe, he asked "Ready?"

"Yes." I quickly responded then tried to flash a sexy smile. Before my lips even moved... POP!

I knew the pain would fade quickly, and it did. Ben wasted no time, he turned back to the tray and swapped the gun with a funky looking needle. He slid what looked like a plastic sleeve over the needle and turned to face me. Smiling while he said, "I'll need to see your belly button to do this."

Oh no, I hadn't thought of that! And I am wearing a dress! If I lowered it from the top, my lack of boobs would be evident, and if I raised the bottom... Oh god!

Stacy knew why I had paused, she offered "Just take the dress off Dottie."

I turned to her and demanded, "What?"

I saw the expression on her face change, she was getting really mad. Without knowing what else to do, I stood up and faced the wall. I grabbed the hem of my dress, squeezed my cheeks to keep the plug hidden and pulled it up to my neck in one swift motion, stretching the neck I raised it over my head and hung it from a hook on the wall. I turned back to Ben wearing only my heels, stockings, belly chain and light blue thong. I can't even imagine what he was thinking when he saw the lump under my panties.

He didn't even flinch, he must have seen my "clitty" under my panties, but he acted as if it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. When I had laid back on the chair, Ben placed one massive, rubber covered hand on my ribs and the other almost in my pubic hair. He pinched up the skin on the lower side of my belly button and said, "This one is going to hurt a little more, but I know you are a strong girl and can take it."

As the last word was spoken, he pressed the needle into the skin he had pinched together. I gritted my teeth and stifled my screams. It hurt like hell until it broke through the skin, then the entire area went numb.

I didn't dare look down to see what he was doing. I felt my skin getting pulled on and then pushed against my stomach, then pulled on again. It was a very strange feeling.

Before too long, he had finished. I looked down after he had cleaned it up. A little gold ring with a golden ball captured in the ring stuck out from my tummy. I liked it! I liked it a lot!

Stacy spoke up again at this point, "There is one more piercing I would like you to do, this one may be a little... odd."

Ben replied, "We specialize in the odd around here, what would she like done next?"

He had approached her, they spoke in soft tones behind me. I was still admiring my belly button. Stacy stepped next to my head, "Dottie, Ben is going to put a ring through your "clitty" now."

A chill shot up my spine, "No, it's gonna hurt too bad!"

Ben stepped up next to the other side of my head and said, "I'll be gentle, it won't hurt as bad as you think." He was unbuttoning his pants as he spoke, he grabbed the band of his underpants and said, "I had this done a year back, the first day is a little uncomfortable, then I was back to normal."

I couldn't help but stare at the outline of Ben's cock beneath his underpants. It was less than a foot away from my face. Silently I prayed that he would pull them down.

Still looking down into my eyes, he lowered his underpants. His massive cock fell out and a steel ring pierced the underside of the head. Wrapping his hand around it and holding it up. This is what is called a Prince Albert. He fondled himself and pointed to the ring as he spoke.

Oh my God! It was beautiful! It was definitely the biggest cock I had ever seen! I squirmed on the table as he moved closer, his hardening cock was now just above my face. I glanced to see Stacy smiling at me, quickly returning my sights on the magnificent piece of manhood dangling within my reach. Raising a hand and my eyebrows I nervously asked "May I?"

Ben happily replied, "Sure, go ahead."

With only my index finger, being very careful with my fingernail, I touched the silver ring, his cock throbbed as my finger made contact.

Ben warned me, "The piercing is sensitive, I get a hard-on whenever it gets played with."

Almost moaning, I asked "But it doesn't hurt?" Rubbing the ring from where it appeared, to where it disappeared inside his cock head. Watching it, no, staring at it while it hardened under my touch.

He mumbled a reply, "Uh, no, not all."

I raised my head and took the ring between my teeth, wrapping my hand around its massive length. I began to slowly jack him off, while sticking my tongue inside the ring, tickling the skin with my moist tongue.

From my peripheral vision, I saw Stacy step away from the chair. She appeared again, on the opposite side of the room with a camera and started taking pictures of me with my first cock.

I pulled my tongue out of the ring, turned to face his cock and took the head between my shiny lips. He began to gently slide that massive piece of meat in and out of my eager mouth. I saw Ben shift his leg a little and the chair began to move closer to the floor as he pulled off his rubber gloves. I raised my head to keep his cock in my mouth, he put his hand on my forehead and forcefully pushed it down.

The chair stopped about three feet from the floor, but then the upper half reclined, lowering my head even closer to the floor. I felt like I was going to slide off the chair, so I grabbed it with both hands to hold me in place. When arranged to his satisfaction, Ben stepped to the top of the chair and put his cock back into my open mouth. I raised my chin to allow more of his cock inside me.

Slowly at first he fucked my mouth, the first three or four inches of it sliding up against my tongue. I sucked on it, lapping at it with my tongue. Gradually, he picked up the pace and at the same time pushed more of it inside me, I got tense as he approached my throat. The next thrust slammed against the back of my mouth and I gagged. He pulled away quickly, then slammed it back to the same spot again. Gagging hard, fighting the urge to close my mouth. He pulled his cock all the way out and slapped my face with his open palm, gritting his teeth he said with disgust, "Relax slut!"

Terrified at Ben's sudden attitude change, I tried to look for Stacy. Before my head even turned, he slapped my face again. "She isn't going to save you. Hell, I think she's enjoying this!"

The flash of a camera nearly blinded me. And then my mouth was filled once again. Slamming into the back of my mouth, I did everything I could to relax. I wasn't fighting this assault, I was being used, this is what I had always wanted... wasn't it? The flashes from the camera continued, I tried to imagine what I looked like, a slut. Yes, a slut that must be what I looked like. Laying on my back with my knees bent, my legs covered in stockings, high heels with ankle strap, belly chain, my straining thong and a massive cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Yes, I definitely appeared to be a slut.

Suddenly I felt Ben's cock penetrate my throat. I thought I was going to puke. He had put one hand under my neck and the other on my chest, holding me still. He drove his cock deeper into my throat. I felt my throat voluntarily relax and accept his cock. I gripped the chair tighter, holding on as tightly as I could. I heard him moan as his massive ball sack struck my nose and forehead. He pulled his cock all the way out. I gasped for air as he slapped my cheeks with his rock hard, spit covered cock.

I had barely caught my breath before his cock smashed into my throat again. He fucked my face at an amazing pace. His hairy balls would slap against my face as he went as deep as he could, then pull it all the way out. Again and again, over and over he brutalized my throat. I lost track of time, the flashes from Stacy's camera continued. I felt tears and my own drool mixed with Ben's precum dripping down my face.

Very suddenly he pulled all the way out and took a small step back, a string of precum connected my lips to his cock. Taking his cock in his hand he jacked himself off, pointing it right at my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could as I watched his cock throb in his hand.

He must not have cum recently, the first spurt of cum struck my chin and made a gooey line down my cheek, across my nose and closed eye, all the way to my forehead and into my hair. The next one went right between my lips, forming a puddle on the roof of my mouth. He staggered forward and stuck his cock back in my mouth. There were several more shots of cum, my mouth filled quickly, I couldn't swallow quickly enough and it leaked out and ran down my face.

Ben withdrew his cock from my mouth and stumbled back to the chair by the wall, almost falling into it. With his cock softening up he said, "You are going to make one hell of a slut."

I licked my lips, then drug my fingers through the cum covering my eye, licking my fingers clean and going back for more.

Stacy appeared right in front of me, took a few more pictures and then adjusted the chair to a flat position. She tugged down my thong as she said, "You still have one more thing to do Ben," My very erect "clitty" popped up out of my panties, "can you pierce a hard "clitty"?"

Still catching his breath, he muttered "No... needs to be limp."

Stacy looked down at me and said, "Dottie, scoot down and aim your "clitty" at your mouth like you did last night. Ben might like to watch you squirt your juice."

I immediately scooted down and lifted my stocking covered legs up and over my head, my heels hung over the edge of the chair and I thought for a moment I was going to flip onto the floor. Stacy quickly grabbed one leg and Ben appeared to support the other. I saw a smile on his face when he noticed my plug.

I wrapped my finger and thumb around my "clitty" and stroked it only a few times before my juice squirted out and landed on my lips and in my mouth. As I had been taught to do, I squished it around and then opened wide. Ben laughed out loud and said, "Yes, you are on your way to becoming one first class slut."

They gently pulled my legs over my head and laid them on the chair. I was in a dreamy place, I felt like I was floating. I had finally had a real cock in my mouth!

Ben was near my waist, I heard the "snapping" sound of rubber gloves. In my misty state of mind, I heard Stacy and Ben talking but it was fuzzy and I couldn't understand them. Fingers covered in rubber were fondling my "clitty".

My mind cleared as I stared at the ceiling, I heard Ben ask if I was ready, I couldn't reply for some reason. Then something sharp poked my "clitty", I tried to sit up but Stacy moved quickly to hold me down. The next sensation was indescribable. It was like a nail being driven through me! I don't think I passed out, I remember looking up at Stacy and watching her lips move, but not hearing her speak.

My "clitty" was being pulled, pushed and twisted. The feelings were strange, it never went numb like my belly-button. Ben's touch left me and the pain faded. I felt my "clitty" throbbing and it felt different.

Ben moved beside me and adjusted the chair to a sitting position. Stacy praised me for being such a good girl. I cautiously looked down, a thin golden ring pierced the top of the head of my "clitty". I looked to Ben, smiling widely he said, "I am going to name that just for you. I am going to call it a Princess Alberta!"