The Red Panties Test Pt. 05

For just a moment, or maybe several, I closed my eyes and savoured the sensation. But a pressure against my lips brought me back. I opened my mouth reflexively to admit Warren's probing figures, knowing immediately why they were there. I heard him give an approving grunt as I delicately licked my cum off them, swallowing the salty residue without hesitation.

And then, almost without volition, I found myself scrambling off my employer's lap and assuming a new position, kneeling on the carpeted floor in between his legs. I could feel, but ignored, the cum dripping off my belly and pooling in my sodden panties. I looked up to get permission and, when it came in the form of a curt nod, I started unzipping his pants.

It was a struggle to get his cock out. Not because it was already hard (I had to suppress a surge of disappointment about that), but simply by reason of its size. If it was not as long as I'd imagined, that was only because my fantasies had been running pretty wild; it was a still a good seven to eight inches in length. But it was the girth and weight that made it hard to handle, its thickness far beyond what I'd been mentally picturing.

When I finally got it out, I stared at it for just a few seconds. This was it, I thought, one last chance to redeem my masculinity, to resist rather than submit, to take back some semblance of control over my life - or at least try to do those things. But even as the thought flashed across my mind, I knew that the die was cast. I had chosen to be the submissive sissy. What else was there to do with a powerful man, but service his needs?

And so as I held his tool aloft, and began to kiss, and lick, and suck, and worship it, it wasn't with any sense of resignation or reluctance. It was because I wanted to be Nikki, and I wanted to do my best to please Daddy.

His size proved a challenge, especially as his organ swelled under my ministrations. It was hard to get it very far into my mouth. So after licking it up and down, and taking first one ball into my mouth and then the other (something I had seen done in porn videos, but could never have imagined trying myself), I gripped Warren's thick shaft with both hands and began wanking him, while simultaneously engulfing his cock head with my painted mouth.

After a few minutes of this, I felt his hand stroking the back of my neck and thrilled to the touch, to the point where my spent cocklet started to harden again. And then the hand was gripping the back of my head. Suddenly, I was no longer in control, as he pushed down and I was forced to take far more of his throbbing phallus into my mouth than I felt comfortable doing. But even if I'd felt able to offer any objection, I could not have voiced it.

All of a sudden, it wasn't just my mouth that was full of his raging hard-on, but my throat. I gasped and gagged helplessly, as my face was driven down until it was pressed against his belly, his wiry pubic hairs tickling my nose.

Mercifully, I was held down only for a few seconds before being released. I coughed and choked, saliva spewing from my mouth. But as quickly as I was able, I resumed my work on his cock. That prompted a wry chuckle from above me. I glanced up at the person who was unquestionably now more than my employer - he had become my master, and I was his to do with as he wished.

"Wow Nikki," he said, in a tone of admiration I had never previously heard from him, "you really do love that dick! Need to learn how to take it all the way though."

"Yes Daddy," I managed to mumble between mouthfuls. I very nearly called him Master. "I will - I promise."

Suddenly, my heart was soaring, all the pain and humiliation forgotten. Finally, I had got a reaction! I had impressed him - or at least surprised him.

"Yeah? Well, we'll see. In the meantime, eyes up, princess. I want to see that pretty face."

Another compliment! And one to be cherished, given not just how much I'd done to earn it, but how rarely he issued them.

It wasn't easy to keep my mouth and hands busy, and still hold his gaze. But by pulling his large appendage forward, crouching down, tilting my head as far back as it would go and keeping my eyes up, I could just about manage it. There was nothing impassive now about his expression. Between grimaces, he was staring down at me with a hunger and intensity that should have scared me. Yet such was my frazzled mental state, it was almost reassuring.

I was finally now starting to relax into my work, even as Warren did the opposite. From the way his body was starting to tense up, and his breathing rate was increasing, I could sense that his climax was near.

Even so, it came as a surprise when he surged to his feet. I straightened up as well, while still kneeling before him. With his hand guiding me, my mouth remained glued to his rampant manhood.

And then all thought of sucking his cock disappeared, as he began to fuck my face. There was no other term for it. He was driving his dick into my willing mouth, though mercifully not through and into my throat, as he had done just a few minutes ago. All I could do was to hold my lips in as large an O as I could, and try to keep up a modicum of pressure on his cock as it surged in and out.

I was readying myself to drink and swallow his cum... but that was not what he had in mind. Instead, as his orgasm arrived, he grabbed his spasming cock and shot jets of sperm all over my face. Onto my rouged cheeks. Into my carefully traced and shaded eyes, where it clogged up my mascara-covered lashes. Across my powdered nose and my ruby-red lips. And even onto my fringe, to which it clung in pearly drops.

"Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed. He lightly slapped my cheeks with his weapon, then deliberately smeared a little more goo onto my forehead and chin, before shoving it back between my lips. Obediently, I sucked and licked it, extracting what little cum was left and greedily swallowing it. He tasted different somehow to that first man at the glory hole, but I couldn't say exactly how. Reaching up, I cleared a gob out of my left eye so that I could open it again, then fed that bit of cream as well into my mouth.

I was just starting to think about doing the same for the rest of the mess on my face and hair when the doorbell sounded.

It was rare for anyone to come to the apartment while I was there. Warren invariably handled any deliveries, while once or twice he had gone out for coffee or a drink with some unseen visitor. So I waited now for him to zip himself up, then see who was at the door.

So the last thing I expected him to say was: "Go and get that, Nikki."

I looked up at him with a puzzled expression, but then the habit of obedience took over and I rose to my feet. "Um, okay, I'll just need to go and..." I gestured vaguely at my face and hair, where gobs of cum were either still clinging or slowly running down.

"No," he said evenly. His expression was back to being unreadable, even as his chest still heaved slightly from the exertions that had made such a mess of my appearance. "The door. Right away."

Now I couldn't help staring at him. In the afterglow of what had just happened, I wasn't disturbed or even shocked, just baffled. "Couldn't -" I started to say, but the objection died on my lips as his eyebrows rose a millimetre or two.

Somehow, I found myself scuttling to the front door as fast as my heels would allow. I was halfway there when I remembered that I wasn't wearing a skirt. I stopped dead and looked down. My shrivelled cocklet was visible through the sodden lace of my panties.

Hurriedly, I tucked it away as best I could between my legs. But unless I stopped to clean up, I still had the problem of the cum that had run down my legs and stained my stockings - not to mention the more impressive load plastered all over me face.

For a moment I stood where I was, irresolute. But then the doorbell sounded again, and I found myself moving again, calling out "Coming!" as I did so, as much for Warren's benefit as the visitor's. The thought that I may have got the tense of that word completely wrong flashed across my mind. But then I was at the front door and my problems had become much more immediate.

I glanced at the security screen. It showed a woman outside, her head down. She was wearing a full-length coat, which seemed odd for the time of year. Whoever she was, it didn't seem likely she was delivering anything. I could only hope that she had come to the wrong address, and that I could get rid of her quickly.

I looked for some kind of button that would enable me to talk to her through the intercom system, but then realised Warren had never shown me how to use it. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and peered around it, trying to keep as much of myself hidden as possible. "Can I help you?" I asked, unable to keep a slight quaver out of my voice.

The woman glanced up at me, and then lowered her head just as quickly, as if embarrassed. "Uh, is Warren there? He told me... but I mean, I didn't realise..."

Her voice trailed off, but then her head snapped back up. She stared at me with a look of incredulity. Her mouth moved, but nothing came out. When she finally found her voice, it was to utter a single word: "Emile?"

It was Gillian.

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[To be continued in Part 6]