The Red Panties Test Pt. 06

What hurt me most was the lack of any visible awkwardness. After her brief initial discomfort, Jillian seemed every bit as ready as Warren to treat me as the servant that my uniform suggested me to be. But worse than that was the intimacy, the easy familiarity she displayed with Warren. This was not a new relationship, I could see. It had been going on for months - maybe for as long as I'd been working here. Or perhaps longer.

At the same time, there was nothing equal about the pairing. Jillian's attire attested to that. To come here without any outer clothing, and to leave her body on display the way it was - that spoke to her subservience. So too did her manner. At home, she had always been bright, chirpy and opinionated. I could see none of that here. She deferred to her stepfather in every regard. And yet there was no sense that she was chafing under his control. She was just a quieter, more relaxed version of her usual self.

I had to accept that she willing to be whoever Warren wanted her to be, just as I had been. And that hurt, in ways that I still wasn't sure I fully understood. She even called him Daddy, just as I did. Or rather as I had done when it was just the two of us. He was strictly Sir right now.

While I was working, Jillian barely acknowledged my presence, beyond thanking me for my service. Except for once. As I cleared away the main course, she gave me an appraising look.

"That's a very sexy outfit you're wearing, Dominique." It was always Dominique, never Nikki. "And you look very ... pretty in it. You know, with the makeup."

"Thank you, ma'am," I murmured. I had no idea how else to respond.

Jillian frowned. "Ma'am. Makes me sound far too old. I think I might prefer ...." Her mouth creased into a smile. "How about ... Mistress? What do you think, Daddy?"

I looked round at my employer. As so often, his expression was calm and unreadable. "I'm not sure, Jilly." It was a name that I knew she hated. Yet she seemed to have no objection to him using it. "What does our pretty young maid think?"

The pretty young maid wanted to be somewhere else. Anywhere else. But really, what was there to say?

"Whatever you wish ... mistress." I turned and headed for the kitchen, so that I didn't see my wife's reaction. And so that she couldn't watch the flush spread over my face. But I could still hear Warren's chuckle.

The other thing that I found difficult to accept was my lack of arousal at the sight of Jillian's near-nakedness. She was an undeniably attractive woman with a firm, young body. We had not been married all that long, and at home I still got turned on by the sight of her undressed, or even with only partially revealing clothes. While we had more or less stopped having sex while I was in the worst of my post-prison funk, more recently our lovemaking had been both regular and satisfactory, despite everything that was distracting me - and, I was now forced to accept, distracting her as well.

Yet nothing about the way she currently looked was causing the slightest response .That probably had a lot to do with the strain caused by the bizarre confrontation Warren had engineered. But I sensed that it was more than that. As Emile, I loved my wife. But right now, I wasn't him.

I'd already discovered, both at the gloryhole and earlier this day, how far I was prepared to go as Nikki. Not just to look and dress differently, but to do things I would never have dreamed of doing as Emile. And not just do them but find them exciting. Even now, it wasn't Jillian's newly shaved crotch that I couldn't help glancing at, but the bulge in Warren's groin.

After dinner had been cleared away, the diners had repaired to the lounge and further drinks had been served, I was given the clearest possible demonstration of just how much had changed for me - and for Jillian as well.

"Dominique," said Warren in a tone which suggested he was about to ask me to go and find some chocolates, "why don't you come over here and show your wife what a good little cocksucker you are." He opened his legs and pointed in between them.

It was an instruction, not an invitation. And yet even so, I hesitated. I couldn't help looking at Jillian. Her expression was tense, but she raised her eyebrows as if to say "Well?"

"Don't tell me you're looking for yet another spanking?" inquired her stepfather, his lips twitching into a grin. "Because we can do that too, if you like."

I didn't like at all. While what had happened since my second bout of chastisement for the day had largely driven it out of my mind, my bottom was still very sore. I had spent the last few hours on my feet, unable to sit down even to eat the small plate of salad that was all my culinary responsibilities had allowed by way of dinner. As accustomed as I had become to high heels, my calves were starting to protest at the strain of standing up in them for so long.

So from that one perspective at least, it was a relief to sink down to my knees on the plush carpet in the spot my employer had indicated. But in every other way, it was a torment. Not least because I was unable to restrain my eagerness to get Daddy's cock back in my mouth. I found myself slavering when I pulled the thick shaft out of his pants and couldn't help stuffing it into my mouth, relishing and yet simultaneously ashamed at the way it quickly grew to full hardness.

And of course Warren noticed it too. "Wow, you really do love sucking that big dick, don't you Nikki? Jilly, why you don't come and have a feel of just how excited this is making our pretty little maid?"

I moaned when I heard that, but with my mouth full of hot, throbbing man meat it probably just sounded like one more affirmation of how I felt about servicing my well-hung employer.

Beside me, I could sense Jillian joining me on the floor. Then I felt her hand reach under my skirt. "Are you sure you still have your little pecker, Dominique?" she asked teasingly, failing to find it where it would usually be. "Oh, there it is!"

With some difficulty, she drew my engorged cocklet out from the gaff that was keeping it tucked between my legs. "Oh my, it's so small! But so very hard too." She squeezed it and I couldn't help moaning again, both from arousal and humiliation. She had never commented on my size before. "Here," she said, "let me show you how it's done."

And with that she pulled my head away and set to work on Warren's cock. She was far more active than she had ever been on the rare occasions she had given me oral pleasure. She was able to get the whole shaft into her mouth and down her throat without gagging, suggesting that she could be drawing on experience that might well predate her relationship with Warren.

"Isn't she something?" asked Warren admiringly. "I think she might want my cock even more than you do, Nikki," he observed. "Though wants ... well, there's different kinds of wanting, right? Mmmm." He closed his eyes for a few seconds, savouring Jillian's enthusiastic and clearly very skilled attention to his manhood. "Right?"

I nodded dutifully as he opened his eyes again and fixed me with an intent look. I didn't understand at all, but I sensed that what he was about to say would be important. Perhaps even the "straightening out" he had promised earlier. I tried to concentrate, though it was difficult with my wife busy alongside me giving her stepfather what was clearly a well practiced blowjob. And with my hand too clutched around my own less impressive erection - and trying desperately not to start stroking it.

"See," continued my employer, "you're here because I wanted you to work for me. And once you realised what it involved, you started to want it too ..." There was a brief pause as he savoured the feel of his cock deep in Jillian's throat. "But I don't want you."

He held up a hand, almost in a placatory gesture. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I don't mind taking advantage of how much you love my dick. You're certainly cute enough. If I'd come across a pretty little thing like you when I was behind bars ... well, I'd have been coming across you, all over you, inside you ..."

I shivered at that image, even as he confirmed what I'd long suspected about how he knew of the red panties test.

'I have some ... well, friends isn't the word, call them ... associates," continued Warren, his big hand lightly resting now on Jillian's head as she continued to fellate him. "They never did get over their taste for boy pussy. They still have girlfriends who really aren't. Sometimes the same ones they were fucking in jail, sometimes new recruits. Not always willing recruits either, with some of them, not in the start anyway."

He gave an ominous chuckle. "If you keep working for me, I'll be sure to invite some of those boys over. I promise they'll treat you exactly like the slut I reckon you want to be ..."

If it was shivers a few seconds ago, it was full blown chills running through me as I heard that. But the word that really shocked me was the "If" with which he had started. What did that mean?

"But as for me," continued Warren, "well, what I wanted was what you had." He glanced down at Jillian's bobbing head and stroked the back of her neck. "I just figured out a fun way to ... get you out of the way."

So there it was, in all its Machiavellian glory. He hadn't feminised me because he wanted to hurt or humiliate me. Or to demonstrate his power over me. Or even to use me sexually - that was just a potential bonus, not the point of the exercise. He simply wanted to distract me, so I wouldn't notice he was fucking my wife. And more than that, he had found a way to demonstrate to her that I was unfit to be her husband.

But there was still one more twist of the knife to come.

"Now maybe you're thinking I've just forced you to do all this," said my employer. "Pretty sure you've figured out that's not true. But I could see you telling yourself some story, some fantasy about me forcing the lovely young Jillian here to dress the way she is, do what she's doing. Well, you'd be wrong. She's here because she absolutely wants to be. Because she wants to be fucked by a real man. Don't you honey?"

Jillian lifted her eyes to look at her stepfather and nodded. Then, sensing more was expected, she lifted her head from his cock and said "Yeah, I like being fucked by a real man, Daddy."

She glanced at me as she said that and then held my gaze as she resumed licking Warren's big, purple glans. There was no defiance there, no apology. Just a statement of fact. And the clearest possible implication too - that her husband wasn't a real man. And really, never had been. Quite apart from my current appearance, there was no way that even the old, pre-prison Emile could have competed with what her stepfather had to offer.

Any further reflection on the comparison, however, was cut short when Jillian abruptly announced: "In fact, I want to be fucked right now."

She stood up, unclipped her bra and stepped out of her panties, so that she was left wearing only her stockings and heels. She made to clamber onto Warren's lap, but he shot out a strong hand and caught her wrist. She voiced a wordless objection, but her stepfather ignored the moan of disappointment and fixed me with an intense look. "Feel how wet she is Nikki. Go on."

I reached out a tentative hand. I had known Jillian's pussy get wet before, especially when I was licking it. But nothing like this. Her gash was absolutely sopping. As she proceeded to demonstrate by pulling free of Warren's grasp, straddling his lap and then lowering herself until she was impaled on his rampant cock. His thick shaft disappeared inside her with incredible ease, though she gave a little squawk when he reached the point of maximum insertion, and she was sitting on his lap.

I watched her thigh muscles flex as she levered herself back up, then began to squat up and down on the big dick buried in her cunt. As she did so Warren brought his mouth to hers, kissing her briefly before turning his attention to her bouncing boobs. Jillian moaned as her stepfather took the best part of one of them into his mouth,

Then suddenly, to both my surprise and hers, Warren was surging to his feet. Both hands moved round to grasp Jillian's ass cheeks, simultaneously lifting her and ensuring that she did not slip off his shaft. Reflexively, she gripped his waist tightly with her thighs, crossed her ankles behind his back and did the same with her hands around his neck.

"What are you doing?" she inquired anxiously.

He barked out a short laugh in response. "What you asked," he replied. Although Jillian was not a small woman, Warren seemed to bear her weight effortlessly. Until, that is, he reached a blank stretch of wall nearby. Pushing Jillian's back flat against it, her legs dangling, he began to fuck her vigorously, bulling his way inside her.

As he crashed into her, my first thought was that the wall might give way, with all the force he was imparting. I guess though that as a building contractor, in the lawful part of his business at any rate, he would have had a good sense of how much it could take.

But my next concern was for Jillian. She began to scream and flail her limbs, her body jolting with every thrust as her stepfather mercilessly piled into her with his spearing phallus. I took a step towards the two of them, with no clear idea of what I could or should do, but knowing only that she needed my help.

Until I realised that she wasn't in pain. She was coming.

I didn't realise it at first, because she'd never made those noises for me. Though of course how could she? I could never fuck her like that ...

Her orgasms continued right up to the point that Warren grunted mightily and gave five or six convulsive thrusts, with such force that it wouldn't have surprised me if he had torn right through Jillian and punctured the wall behind her. There was just a little pause at the end of each thrust, almost like a tennis or basketball player holding the pose at the end of what they knew was a winning shot.

The last one was held extra long, until finally he came down from his tiptoes and sagged just a little in the knees. But he still pinned her against the wall, and it took another minute or so for her shuddering and incoherent wails of pleasure to subside.

As Jillian returned from whatever place Warren's extravagant assault had taken her, she shook her head in disbelief. "Oh fuck, Daddy, that was ... I never ... That was so ..."

Unable to find the words, she brought her lips down on his and kissed him fiercely and passionately.

It had surely been clear for several hours, but if there was any doubt that my marriage was over, I knew it then.

"Oh god Nikki, I am so, so sorry. I mean, I can't even begin to think how you must be feeling ..."

Trudie was staring at me, her eyes shining with tears. Beside her, Mikayla was looking sympathetic, but at the same time eager for the story to continue. "So what happened next?" she demand.

Trudie shot an irritated glance at her girlfriend. "Nikki doesn't have to go on if it's too painful, sweetie."

"No, that's okay," I said. "Honestly, I think I'm better just, you know, letting it all out. Before I have to ... well, you'll see. Anyway, so I've just watched my boss bang the brains out of my wife. And then, to cap it off ..."

When Warren finally pulled Jillian away from the wall, he didn't put her on the floor, but carried her back to the couch on which she'd been sitting and lowered her down. She sprawled out, still panting from the effects of what he had just done to her.

Then he turned to me. "Clean her up," he instructed. "With your tongue," he added, rather unnecessarily, since his look told me exactly what was expected. I knelt down, moving quickly in order to forestall what might be a pretty big stain on the couch. A stain which, I had no doubt, I would be responsible for removing.

The task of licking another man's leavings out of my wife's cunt should have been disgusting. Well, the idea was humiliating, that was for sure. Yet far from being revolted, I somehow managed to savour the second taste of my employer's spunk. Indeed so active was my tongue that I tipped Jillian over the edge and she came once again, the sharp tang of her juices contrasting with the salty sperm I was sucking out of her pussy. She grabbed my hair and jammed my face into her hairless crotch until I had finished my task and her latest climax was finally spent.

As I stood back up, Warren was waiting for me. He lifted up my skirt, to reveal my rock hard cocklet. He chuckled. "Well, Nikki, if that doesn't say it all, I'm not sure what more you need. Now you can clean me up as well - and take care of yourself at the same time."

He had me kneel on a coffee table while I sucked his semi-hard cock clean, keeping my eyes looking up at him as I did so. It took only a couple of strokes for me to find my own release. Despite the beating my self-esteem had taken, and the awareness that my wife was a spectator, the orgasm was still intense, And then of course I had to lick up my own cum.

When I had finished, Warren said: "Well, thank you for your services Dominique, that will be all. You can go home now. Unless you want to stay and watch us some more? I believe Jilly wants me fuck her in the ass, isn't that right sweetheart?"

I swung round to look at my wife. That was not something it would even have occurred to me to ask her about, let alone do.

She gave a warm smile. "That's right Daddy."

I swallowed and returned my gaze to her stepfather. "Um, no thank you sir, I'll ... leave you to it."

He nodded. "Okay then. Now, I'm going away for a few days, and Jilly will be coming with me. But I'll expect you back here next Thursday. If, that is, you still want the job."

I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to process what I'd just heard, then dropped my head and said quietly: "I'll think about it, sir."

Warren smiled. "I'm sure you will. Alright then, off you go."

I started to head to the room where I kept my clothes, then stopped and looked at my wife. "Excuse me, er ... mistress. Will you be, um, coming home to pick up any clothes? You know, before your trip?"

She shook her head. "Thank you for asking, Dominique, but no. I have a suitcase ready in the car. I'll be returning to my home on Wednesday. I'll decide then what I'm going to do with you."

The message couldn't have been clearer - it was her home, not mine. And she would decide what was to happen to me.

I bowed my head, said "Yes mistress," and headed off to change. When I was ready, I called a car and went outside to wait.

It said a great deal for my state of mind that I was halfway home before I realised that I had changed back into my secretary's outfit, not my male clothing. And my wallet and keys were still in my pants back at Warren's apartment.

Fortunately, I had my phone and with it the means to pay for both my ride (the driver got a bigger than usual tip for not commenting on my appearance) and anything else I might need. And the spare key in the shed let me into the house. But after a few days morosely knocking around a place that might no longer be my home, depending on the outcome of my next conversation with Jillian, I couldn't face being alone anymore.

"So that's how I came to turn up on your doorstep, looking for a friendly face," I said to Trudie. "Or, um, faces," I added, acknowledging Mikayla.

The young redhead shook her head. "Seriously, that is so fucked up ... You must really hate them, huh? I mean, your wife, your boss ..."

I gave a deep sigh. "Hate them? Honestly, I don't know. I think I'm more angry with myself, for being so ... weak. Thing is though, I actually like being Nikki. The clothes, the makeup, even the work I was doing. Having girlfriends. Well, of a sort anyway ..." That got a smile from Trudie.