The Drag Bar

This is erotic fiction, about a man's dream of how he ended up giving his first of many blowjobs.

My wife, Jane, had heard of a drag bar-cabaret downtown and wanted to see a show. One night, we attended the show and had a few drinks. It was quite different from what we were used to, but we had a good time, and the drinks were cheap and strong.

We went back probably once a month for a show. We had no issues with it being a gay bar, as there were so many different types of people. Then one night we went when there was no show, just happy hour. As we sat in a booth talking, a handsome man came over and introduced himself as Kevin. He also stated that he was one of the owners. He was tall, very handsome, and had a certain charisma. He asked if he could join us. Not being rude, I slid over, giving Kevin room to sit. He commented that he had seen us there at the bar before and hoped we enjoyed the shows. Jane said we did, and she was very impressed by the "GIRLs" and how fun they made the show. As they talked, Kevin would look at me, but I felt excluded from the conversation. So I sat there drinking my drink as Kevin conversed with my wife and ordered more booze. Jane was almost flirting, and at one point, Jane made a joke, and Kevin slapped my thigh, but he didn't remove his hand; it stayed there, on my leg. It felt awkward, but I felt something too, a kind of excitement. Then he began to squeeze my leg, ever so gently, looking at me for a reaction. Since I gave no rejection, he began to stroke my leg, making his way up to my groin.

My wife must have noticed something, as she would give me looks of daggers but said nothing. Was I enjoying Kevin's assault on my leg? Why had I not stopped him? Why was I enjoying being touched by another man? As Kevin's little finger began to rub my balls, and now swelling cock, I panicked, I interrupted them by saying I needed to pee. I did, but I also wanted Kevin to stop his advances.

Kevin looked at me, smiled, and said, "Good idea." He grabbed my hand and led or dragged me to the men's room. When he opened the door, we could see the urinals were busy, so Kevin opened a stall and pushed me in. He turned me around to face him, then he groped my still hard cock and kissed me. His other hand was holding my head as he was slipping me his tongue, and invading my mouth. Before I could object, I'm not sure if I would have objected (there was something about him, something that allowed me to feel that I was less of a man, or just the feeling that he was truly an Alpha male). Kevin pushed me down to sit on the toilet and said, " Well, you can't piss with a hard-on, so what else can we do?" As he said this, he began to undo his belt and zipper. I finally came to my senses and said I can't do this, I'm not gay!

Kevin said, "Being gay has nothing to do with it, go ahead, feel it. I know you have always wanted to touch another man's cock, all guys do, no one will know." He was right, I have, I reached up and took hold of my first cock. It was firm and heavy; it was bigger than mine. I was surprised at how firm and yet how spongy it was. I squeezed it and began to stroke it. I could smell it, a hint of soap and sweat. I was hypnotized, under the spell of cock.

This is where Kevin said we don't have all night, and your wife is waiting. He placed a hand behind my head and told me to open wide, and for some reason, I willingly opened my mouth and took his now hard cock between my lips, feeling his cock's warmth. I felt it slide across my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I was flooded with emotions: nervousness, fear, embarrassment, and even desire. Kevin began with short, slow thrusts, and said, "I knew you were a Cocksucker", "I can always tell".

Oh my god, here I am in the men's room stall, my wife was in the other room, and I was sucking a stranger's cock! And enjoying it! His thrusts became longer and faster. A couple of times, he said "NO teeth", and kept fucking my mouth. "You are a good cocksucker". When I heard this, I felt a sense of pride. I never thought in a million years I would be here, in this position, then I felt his grip on my head get stronger, his thrust slowed, and they got longer. Then Kevin said, "I'm going to cum faggot and you are gonna swallow it!". Just then, he stopped, and I felt his cock twitch! His cum was filling my mouth, his cock was throbbing as he was pumping his cum into me. Some slid down my throat, some stayed in my mouth and on my tongue, and as I felt the throbbing slow, his grip on my head relaxed. As he pulled his cock from my sore and drooling mouth, Kevin said, "Swallow it, cocksucker!", and I did. I could taste it now, the bland bleach taste of cum, and the feel of its sliminess. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed, yet proud! I made a man cum. What have I done?

Kevin looked down as he was pulling up his pants, and said, "I guess you really enjoyed it too, now you can pee". I looked down and saw a wet spot in my pants. I came sucking him off and didn't even know it.

Kevin said, "Come back anytime when you want more". By the time I looked up, Kevin was gone, and as he exited the men's room, there was a huge roar of cheers and laughter. I then knew I was set up, and everyone in the bar knew what I had done, except my wife.

Oh crap!, my wife! I have to get back. I quickly pissed and cleaned the cum from my underwear, but I could do nothing about the drying wet spot.

As I exited the men's room, there was another round of cheers. I blushed and held my head down as I went back to my wife. As I went to kiss her, she pulled back and said I had something on my chin. I sat down, wiped the cum from my lips, and said it must have been soap.

Jane asked where Kevin was and what all the cheering was about. I told her he needed to get back to work, and I thought it was someone's birthday. I'm not sure she bought it, but she didn't ask any more questions.

On the drive home, Jane asked if I had a good time. I felt myself blush and said, I had. Why do you ask? She said I've been quiet most of the night and acting weird since I got back from the bathroom. I had to think of a good reason. I just told her that since it was a gay bar, I saw a guy getting head in the men's room, and it surprised me. I thought that would be the end of it, but no, now her interest was piqued.

She started asking questions like How old were they? Who was sucking who, and did I see them finish? After I told her the made-up story, she asked if I wished I were one of them. She said since I stayed and watched, I must have liked it.

Blushing, I said yes, I found it exciting and shocking that someone could do that in front of others. Jane reached over the console and felt my cock. It had become hard again, thinking of what happened, and that I was the cocksucker. Feeling my aroused state, Jane began to rub my cock, saying, "Ooh, someone is excited!".

That night we fucked like kids again, and when I came, I pictured Kevin's cock.

2

The next week, Jane asked if we could go to the club again. On the inside, I was very excited and jumped at the idea, but couldn't show too much interest. I asked so soon? She said yes, she liked the club and the idea of men having sex there was a real turn on, and who knows, maybe Kevin will be there. At that last statement, Jane smiled at me like she knew a secret.

That Friday night, we went to the club again. This time, we were led to a table up close to the dancers. My wife had some favorites; there were a couple of girls who had a comedy routine that I also enjoyed. Then out came the singers and dancers. The waitress came and gave us our drinks for free. She whispered in my ear that they were from Kevin. I blushed so bad I felt hot. It felt like everyone knew! The dancers, the waitress, who else knew? I looked at my wife, and she had a devilish grin and took a drink. Oh my god, did she know? No possible way, I'm just being paranoid.

I tried to calm down and enjoy the show. Then they announced they were doing something new. They asked for a volunteer to come backstage for a makeover and dance during the final show. Before they finished this last sentence, my wife had her hand up, saying he'll do it! Well, that's all it took for the hostess to come over to our table, and she grabbed my hand while my wife was pushing me up and out of my seat. "Go on, honey, it will be fun".

Once backstage, everyone was very friendly and said, "Thanks for doing this, you'll be just fine". A few of the girls started picking out outfits that might fit me, while another one was helping me undress. Before I knew it I was down to my BVDs, just then the hostess came back and said great job to the girls, and looked at me and said "No one goes on stage till they suck a cock!" Thats when I got scared, from behind I was pushed down to my knees, and the hostess lifted her skirt and fished out a huge cock!. My first thought was, where was she hiding that thing?

Bunny Moon, the hostess, stepped forward and said I heard you sucked off my boyfriend Kevin, well now it's my turn, Cocksucker!, and put her cock against my lips. I tried not to open my mouth, but the smell and feel of it was too much, I opened my mouth and started sucking my second cock. Man, did it grow! My arms were released, and I took hold of her cock and sucked it with a desire I didn't know I had. Man, I was hooked. I never knew I could be a cock lover.

Bunny tried to pull out of my mouth, but I only followed it, hanging onto it, not wanting to let go. When she did pull free, she said, "Wow, what an eager cocksucker! Next!" Just then, another performer, Jasmine, was there, with a smaller cock and hard as ever. I wasted no time and began sucking her cock, it felt great in my mouth, soon I felt her thrust forward and said Here it cums!, and she came in my mouth, it was a small enough load that I swallowed it all. The girls who were backstage cheered and clapped, making me feel proud for doing a good job. I could taste the cum the whole time I was being dressed. They chose a low-cut frilly blouse and a mini skirt that didn't hide anything. That's when I realized my briefs were missing, and a quick clownish make-up job to go with the show.

Bunny came backstage again and asked the girls if the cocksucker was ready for her first show.

3

Bunny went back on stage, and I could hear the roar of the audience. But now I was scared. It was fun until now, my wife was out there, and everyone would see me. For some reason, my cock started to swell and tent my skirt. Crap! The girl behind me, the one I sucked off, whispered, "Just relax, you're doing great, Starla". Starla? Is that my stage name? Just then, I heard Bunny introduce their new dancer, "Starla". The curtain opened and all the girls walked on stage. I wobbled in the heels that I was wearing, but the others helped me to stay standing. The audience cheered and whistled. I felt less scared being with the other girls. I tried looking for Janet, but due to the lights, it was hard. I could hear her yelling and cheering. We all kind of danced and sang to music. I don't remember the song, as there was too much happening. Then we started walking down the aisle among the crowd. I could feel hands groping my ass, and someone even found my cock and tugged on it, making me harder. I was blushing the whole time, and loved it!

We made our way back to the stage to end the show with a bow. People were throwing money on stage, and, as we ended the show, we were throwing kisses at them. When the curtain fell, someone grabbed me, giving me a powerful kiss on the lips while squeezing my ass. I felt... excited... sexy, and confused. When the kiss ended, I was surprised to see it was Kevin. He said I was great and looked even better. He squeezed my ass again and thanked everyone for a great show.

As I was undressing, some of the girls congratulated me and said they hoped to see me again. Bunny came over while I was putting on my shoes, and said, "You have to finish something you started," and lifted her skirt, showing me her cock. It was soft yet still impressive. I opened my mouth willingly and began sucking her magnificent tool. I knew now I was meant to suck cocks. Bunny grabbed my head as she approached orgasm and was thrusting her cock into my mouth, telling me what a great addition I'll be. What?!, addition? Then she said, "Does your wife know you are a cocksucker?" All I could do was mumble Mmmbbm. And just then, I felt the cock pulsing as Bunny came in my mouth. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. There was Jane, watching me, accepting a mouthful of cum from a Drag Queen.

As Bunny finished cumming, she also looked and saw Janet standing there in shock. Bunny said, "Well, I guess she knows now", and with that, Bunny pulled free of my mouth and walked away, telling Jane, "Thanks for coming to the show".

4

I looked at Jane in total shock and horror at the fact that my wife just saw me blow a Drag Queen. The cum is still fresh on my lips and tongue.

Before I could say anything, Jane said, "Oh my god! I didn't believe it! Get your shoes on now! We're leaving".

As I walked out of the club, other audience members clapped and told me I did a great job. One group said, "By Harry, we hope to see Starla again".

My wife said she was driving home. It was a quiet drive. I was afraid to say anything. After a few miles, the questions started. Did you like sucking her cock? How long have you been sucking cocks? Are you gay? I was too embarrassed to say anything; I just sat there looking out the window, thinking my marriage and my life were over.

Once we got home, she told me to shower, wash my face, and brush the cum out of my mouth. After the shower, I met her in the living room. Jane did not look as mad as I expected. She told me to sit down, "WE needed to talk". Jane told me she had suspected I sucked off Kevin the other night in the men's room when everyone started to cheer, and she saw him being congratulated, and someone said Kevin had turned another Cocksucker!

Then, when you came back with "SOAP" on your chin, I knew it had to be you that sucked him off, but I didn't want to believe it. The next day, when you were at work, I started to think of you on your knees in a filthy men's room, sucking on a cock and loving it. My pussy was so wet I rubbed my clit till I came, squirting my juices all over my thighs. It was possibly the best orgasm I ever had. This got me more excited than angry, so that's why I got us a table tonight. I wanted to see if you were a cocksucker.

Seeing you in that silly Drag outfit and make-up, I started to get wet again thinking of you in drag, sucking more cocks. And when I went back and saw you swallowing her cum it was the hottest thing I ever saw. I almost came right then. This is where I noticed Janet was rubbing her pussy under her skirt as she talked.

Just then, Jane stood up and ordered me into the bedroom and to strip my clothes off. I took off my shorts and underwear and got into bed. Jane was already naked and started to climb up my legs. My cock was so hard seeing her so horny, her pussy was swollen, and pink. She parted her lips and slid down onto my cock. Oh my god, she was so wet and warm, I just went right in, and I was in heaven! As she rode me, she recited what she caught me doing, sitting on a small stool, and a drag queen with her skirt up, standing in front of me, feeding me her cock. Just then, she started shaking to another massive orgasm, and I could feel her juice running over my balls. When she recovered, she opened her eyes and looked at me with her devilish grin. She started to scoot up my torso, only to stop above my face. I could see her wet, swollen pussy full of my cum. Jane said, "Since you're a cum eater now, eat your cum faggot!" Janet placed her pussy on my mouth and started rubbing her clit on my nose. "Clean my pussy you faggot!" And clean it I did. This was a first for both of us; I had never seen Jane so worked up or even heard her talk so dirty and demanding. I loved it, and did my best at sucking and licking my cum from her warm, wet sex.

5

We showered after recovering our senses. I was still very confused by the events of the week. I had sucked three cocks, swallowed four loads of cum, counting what I licked out of my wife. My wife knew all of this and wasn't angry. It appeared she had a hand in setting me up for it.

Later, she confessed she always had a fantasy of watching two guys together, and watching me sucking off the drag queen, she was livid, and then very turned on. She regrets not being there when I sucked Kevin off for my first time.

Jane asked me if I had a good time dressing up. Bashfully, I told her I was hard the whole time. I even confessed I liked being made to suck on Bunny's cock, and then swallowing Jasmine's cum before the show. Janet said, "You have been a busy faggot, haven't you? I admitted to it and also told her how I felt so feminine and slutty while on stage, and even being felt up by the audience.

That Saturday morning, Jane told me we were going shopping, and that I was to shave my arms and legs, like I used to when I was on the swim team. I thought this was odd, but I did it.. We went downtown to shop, something we don't do often, and went into a dress shop I hadn't seen before. The clerk approached my wife and asked if she could help with anything. Then to my surprise, Jane told her, "My husband needs an outfit for next week, and I mean everything a girl needs". What?! My head spun around so fast I got whiplash. Janet looked at me and told me, "You looked so good on stage, and next Thursday is amateur night at the club, and I want you to win. After all, don't you want to go back again? Feel that moment on stage as everyone adores the sissy you are becoming? We have all week to practice your moves and make up".

The sales clerk smiled at this, then got busy taking measurements and picked out clothes for my wife's approval. After the shock wore off and the excitement crept in, I noticed that the salesgirl had an Adam's apple. As I stared, she saw me looking at her, and asked me in her male voice, "Are you OK, darling?". I replied F, F... Fine. I looked around and it now appeared this was a Crossdresser/TV store, there were wigs, and Gaffs so men can tuck their junk, and fake female breast tops, everything a girl would need.

After my wife picked out some panties and A-cup bras, I was trying on several skimpy outfits. Jane said no pantyhose, that a garter belt, and thigh highs were the ticket; she wanted there to be full access to my sensitive areas. Then, the wigs. Some were very expensive, others budget-priced. Jane settled on a mid-priced blond wig, saying blonds have more fun after all. After finding a crop top, short checkered schoolgirl skirt, some thigh-high stockings, and short pumps, we headed to a makeup area where another clerk helped me with my makeup. I was shown how to apply foundations and pick the right colors, Blush, Eye shadow, lashes, everything!

This is where I asked Jane, "Aren't we taking this thing a little too far?". "It was a one-time thing". Jane almost looked mad, she said, "Oh no, you don't. You don't get to suck a bunch of cocks and then decide to stop when I start having fun!". She said at full volume, everyone within 20 feet could hear. I felt very humiliated and turned on at the same time.

Since I was still wearing the outfit and wig, Jane said it would be a shame to remove the makeup, so I was to wear everything home! What? I can't do that; people will see. But that was her plan, to parade me out in public. I was scared that people knew I was a guy dressed as a girl, but very few people noticed. I became more comfortable with what was happening. We walked to a nail salon a few doors down, and we both got a Manicure and a Pedicure. My wife had picked out a White and Pink swirl pattern; she said I needed something to stand out. When picking our colors, she even said aloud, "He'll have those colors, they will look so good on him," causing some looks from the stylist. When done, we got back in the car and headed to one of our favorite restaurants. We had been shopping all day. Upon entering, the Hostess asks Jane where her husband was. Jane responded that I was at work and it would just be her and her sister-in-law, Peggy. Peggy? That's new. The hostess even commented on how much Harry and Peggy resembled each other.

Dinner gave me time to practice my fem voice, and Jane told me to slow down and eat like a lady. When the bill came, Jane handed me my wallet and told me to pay. I told her, but my name is on the card, she said, "I know", and there was that sly grin again. The waitress took the card for payment, and when she returned, she could not take her eyes off me, trying to see if it was me. Jane said thank you, and we left. Jane giggled as we got to the car, and said Wow, isn't this fun!?

No!, no, it's not. All those people will know or suspect. Jane asked, "What does it matter. That you wear women's clothes?" "That you like sucking cock? Or that you are a total faggot?" Jane emphasized the word FAGGOT, I never heard her use that word so sternly.

I felt relieved when we got the car, but we were headed in the wrong direction. When I started to ask, Jane said we were headed to the club, that I needed to sign up for Thursday's amateur show. "Oh hell no! I'm not going in there dressed like this!". "Oh, the hell you are! You got yourself into this by sucking cock! So you are getting that ass in there and make me proud of my faggot husband".

6

We got to the club and walked in. Thankfully, it was early, and not many people had arrived yet. Shit! Kevin saw us and came over to say hi. Jane said, You remember Harry? Or should I say Peggy? Kevin's eyes widened, and a big grin appeared as he looked me up and down. WOW! I would not have guessed it. When did all of this happen?

Jane told him how she found out I had sucked him off in the men's room, and then caught me blowing Bunny backstage. Since Peggy had so much fun, she was going to be entering the amateur show. Kevin just giggled and said, "I can always pick um". Kevin asked Jane how she got me to submit so quickly. Jane told him it was easy, she knew I had a slight Fem side, but not how much of a faggot I could become.

Kevin asked her if I needed training or if she had that covered. Hmm, I guess he could use more training. I want him to be a Star! Kevin said we can help, he waved over at the bar and one of the gurls behind the bar came over, he told her that I needed a crash course on being a good Drag Queen, and I mean a GOOD drag queen, they both winked at each other and Ruby took me by the hand and led me away from Jane, that's when I saw her standing close to the man who started all of this.

I followed Ruby backstage, where a couple of other girls were getting their outfits ready for that night's show. Ruby introduced me to everyone as the new girl, but ignored me when I tried to correct her. I was asked if I was performing tonight. And I said, "Heavens no, I'm just here to sign up for the amateur night". They all laughed and told me there was no "Amateur Night", but since I was already dressed, I'm working! Jane had set me up again.

The girls started asking how I got here, and one of them remembered me from the other night, and told everyone that I blew Bunny and Jasmine, and my wife caught me with a mouth full of cock! Well then, this will make things easier. I was told that they like to have at least 4 girls a night for a show. There was a moment of concern, but since I was in drag surrounded by others, I felt giddy and excited. I was informed of the show's content and a brief choreograph of dances. I could hear the bar filling up, and began to think about Jane. One of the girls said, "Oh, I'm sure Kevin is taking good care of her", and the others just giggled. I didn't like the sound of that, but kept going with my training.

As it got close to show time, I was feeling more relaxed with my new friends, until I heard that they blow each other before the show, so no one goes on stage unladylike. Next thing I knew, Ruby was in front of me with her hose, and panties down, and her cock semi-hard, saying, "Help a girl out, would ya?" Ruby was uncircumcised, I was shocked at seeing my first uncut penis, and as I looked around to see who was watching, I saw the others engaging in oral sex. I told Ruby I wasn't gay. Ruby said, "Honey, we aren't gay either, but when we are in drag, we are girls, and girls suck and fuck when needed". "Then it's your turn". So I reached up and started sucking Ruby. Bring her to full firmness, and soon cumming in my mouth. Here I was, sucking cock again while dressed as a woman, and I loved it. After cumming in my mouth, Ruby then kissed me fully on the mouth, tasting her cum. She stood me up and traded places, since I was only wearing a thong, she had full access to my cock and returned the favor. Oh my god, I came so hard I thought my balls were going to exit too, it hurt!, but in a good way. Once everyone was properly relieved, the show could begin.

Ruby went out first to begin the show, and the crowd was amped up and having a good time. One of the other girls patted my butt and said, "Relax and have a good time". Then came my turn, I was to do a song and dance with two other girls. Ruby introduced me as a first-time and new addition to the line-up as Starla. The crowd cheered, and I was awful, but the audience didn't seem to care; there was money flying on stage. After my act, everyone said how great I did, and I felt a sense of pride. I never would have guessed in a million years that I was capable of doing anything like this. The show was coming to an end, and we all went out to take a bow. I looked for Jane but didn't see or hear her.

Once backstage, I realized I didn't have a change of clothes, and I was stuck in my skirt. One of the other girls, named Holly, gave me a big hug, took my hand, and said, Now we have to mingle. Apparently, after the shows, the performers go out into the bar for pictures with the fans, and sometimes get free drinks, and who knows, maybe a date for the night.

Pictures? I didn't want anyone taking my picture while dressed like this! Before I could respond, I was led out to the bar, where a lot of people were gathered. Now and then, I would feel a hand on my butt, or even some light hugs. Lots of people complimented me on my first time, and told me that I looked great in Drag. When I wasn't engaged in conversation, I was looking for my wife. Here I was in a gay bar, dressed in drag, getting my ass felt up, and looking for my wife. I had no cell phone, money, ID, or anything. Jane had it all.

Some of the other girls kept close for my protection, but they began to wander, making new friends. I started to look for Kevin. I even asked one of the bartenders, and all I got was a grin, and was told he was entertaining a guest, and would be down shortly. I kept looking for Jane, and all the while I was being hit on and groped! Wow, this is what girls must go through all the time at clubs. Part of me felt violated, and the other part made me feel sexy and slutty. I was invited to go outside for a "Good time," but declined. After what felt like hours, I saw Jane and Kevin together outside on the patio. They seemed to have become good friends, laughing and drinking. As I approached, Jane looked flushed and took a drink. She stood up to hug me and asked how everything went. I told her what happened. Then I noticed her blouse was partly unbuttoned, and she seemed uneasy. Kevin seemed glad I had a good time and handed me an envelope. He said it was my cut of the tips for the night. The envelope felt thick, and later, when I opened it, there was $237 inside with a note, "Congratulations Peggy, on your first, and hopefully not the last of nights here at the club". It was signed by both Kevin and Bunny Moon.

7

After giving me the envelope, Jane and I got up to head home. Kevin hugged me, but not without squeezing my ass and whispering, "Next time, your ass will be mine". The drive home was quieter than I expected. I was anticipating a barrage of questions and comments. I chalked it up to both of us being tired; after all, we had a long day. After arriving home, we unloaded all of the packages. Jane bought a few outfits for me that I hadn't known about. After unpacking, Jane went straight to take a shower, which I found odd as she rarely showered before bedtime. I washed my face and removed my makeup. Wow, do women do this every night? Once Jane was done, I too showered, I also shaved my arms and legs again, and this time I completely shaved my groin. I felt like it was the right thing to do. Now, from the head down, I was looking like a hairless sissy. Sissy? What the fuck!? After drying off, I went into the bedroom to get ready for bed. There, on the bed, was a sheer camisole and panty set. When I held them up, Jane said, "Well, if you're going to be a Drag Queen, and suck cock, you might as well go all in Peggy". Jane was already in bed playing with herself, and told me to come over there, and please her pussy with my mouth. Her pussy smelled great after the shower, and I was enjoying the sounds she was making, and her telling Peggy to lick her, and suck her clit, like I was another woman. Then I got an odd taste, but a familiar taste, but not correct. As I kept tonguing her, I got another dose of what looked like cum, I stopped and looked at Jane. Jane just grabbed my head and said, "Don't stop! Eat his cum, Peggy, eat it!" I continued to eat the cum from her, now knowing it was Kevin's. Jane had a huge orgasm. She clamped her legs on my head, making it hard to breathe. Once she calmed down, and I could pull free, Jane said that was the best one yet. The idea of you sucking out Kevin's cum?... it was incredible.

I knew it! While I was dressed in drag, sucking cock, and dancing on stage. Jane was in Kevin's office letting him fuck my her! Jane somewhat apologized, but said she couldn't help it, he is so...? Intoxicating. I knew what she meant. I couldn't blame her, after all, I was under his spell too.

Here I was, in sheer pink lingerie, with cum and pussy juice all over my face. What have I become? A Cuck?, Drag Queen? Cocksucker? Faggot? Or maybe a small part of all of them. We both slept well that night, and I would have many dreams of what could happen next.