Morning Office Duties Ch. 02

Hey again, I was really encouraged and happy with the responses I received for Ch.1. This chapter is a bit more intense. I will leave a comment at the end of the story to explain what my plans are for a Ch.3, if people like this one.

I'm really enjoying writing, hopefully I can do more if this is positively received.

As before, I encourage criticism and thoughts, good or bad!

WARNING!

If you are sensitive to any bigoted language or transphobia, please skip this. There isn't that much overall, but I wanted to warn you.

Also the Noncon/Reluctant stuff is really ramped up here, I did get comments saying they didn't like that aspect, I would also suggest skipping this if it isn't for you.

Thank you so much for reading! xxx

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"Is something wrong? You're incredibly quiet," Julia asked concerningly.

"W-what...?"

Brandon had barely said a word since they got in the car. By now, the trance had completely worn off and the aftermath of the horrific event that had just occurred was beginning to set in.

"You seem really out of it, did something happen?"

"No... I just... It's nothing... I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, I have something that's gonna cheer you up, kiddo!" Julia grinned.

Brandon glanced over.

"You know Hannah from the office? Actually, you probably don't but anyway." Julia turned the radio down. "Her husband is looking for a laborer. I mentioned that you're an electrician and she asked me if you'd be interested. I know it's not exactly the same thing but I went ahead and said yes for you anyway, I hope you don't mind. They would like for you to start there within the next few days."

"Pull over," Brandon said.

"Wait, what...? What's wrong?" She began to slow down "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd mind." Julia Pulled over and stopped the car."

"Are you serious?? You're telling me I don't have to go back to the office? It's over??" Brandon started breathing heavily. "Please don't mess with me Julia! I mean it!"

"Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad! Besides, you're a natural at it!" She giggled. "But yes, today was your last day there. That is, of course, if you don't want this other job."

Brandon unbuckled and leapt out of the car. He ran around to the driver's side, opened the door, and dragged Julia out.

"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!" he shrieked, kissing her forehead and throwing his arms around her. He had to actually hold back tears. The nightmare had ended, he wouldn't have to see Alexis anymore. He'd never have to see that weirdo, Tabatha ever again. It was all finally over.

"Come on, lets get some drinks in tonight to celebrate." Julia smiled.

It was the first night Brandon had been happy since he had started that office job.

"You're in such a good mood tonight! it feels so long since I've seen you like this!"

Brandon was eight beers deep at this point. They danced around Julia's grandmother's living room together, singing and acting stupid. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good about life.

"I love you so much, Julia. I'm so grateful that you put up with me, you're honestly my favorite person ever."

She giggled and cuddled into Brandon, "I love you, too."

She stood up and turned off the music.

"What's up?" Brandon laughed, feeling very jolly from the alcohol.

"I need to ask you something," Her face got serious. "I have been wanting to ask you this for some time now but something always gets in the way, I feel like it's now or never, so here goes."

Is this the question he has so masterfully avoided for the last few weeks? It felt different now. He was so happy, he felt such a powerful emotion of love toward Julia, like she had saved his life. Was it because she unknowingly rescued him from Alexis?

She awkwardly walked toward Brandon and stood in front of him.

"Brandon, you are my everything. I love you so much. I have never been this happy in my life."

She took his hands in hers.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her voice trembled as she finally asked the question.

"Brandon... will you marry me?" The house fell quiet. She looked up at him.

"You're so crazy," he laughed. "Of course I will!" He threw his arms around her as they stood in the middle of the room.

Julia had tears streaming down her face. "Oh my GOD!" She squealed!

They both danced around the room, planting small kisses all over each others faces.

"I can't fucking believe it!" She shrieked as she cuddled into her Fiancé.

The next few weeks were amazing for both of them. Brandon was starting to get his life in order. The job was just what he needed. Normality was back. Even planning the wedding was exciting. They decided they wanted to get married as quickly as possible. The new home would have to take a backseat for now, they figured they could handle another year or so at Julia's grandmother's.

Everything was finally going right. Julia was picking him up every day after her shift at the office. For the first few days, he was certain Alexis would tell her everything. He thought that she would want revenge for not working there anymore, for leaving forever without saying goodbye. Had Julia even told her about the wedding? Maybe she had, and Alexis was actually happy for them. Maybe she would want to move on too.

The week felt faster than usual, it was already Friday. Brandon stepped out of work to be met by Julia, leaning against the car. "Hey!" she waved, hurrying toward him. seemingly out of nowhere, she collided with another person jogging by.

"Hey, watch where you're fucking going!" Exploded Julia.

"Excuse me bitch, who do you think you're talking to?"

Standing over her was an incredibly tall, athletic looking woman. The sweat on her flawless dark skin seemed to shimmer in the sun, like a black Goddess. She wore bright pink tight running shorts with a matching crop top that looked like it was struggling to contain her huge breasts. Clearly she worked out a lot, It looked like she could lift Brandon with one arm.

"You heard me!" Julia shouted while getting to her feet.

Even though Julia was small, she had a fiery temper when pushed far enough. She would never back down from a fight, regardless of their size.

"You walked right in front of me you idiot!" The woman growled, pushing Julia backwards. It was evident that this lady would not be backing down either. Brandon stepped in front of her, shielding Julia.

"Hah, YOU would actually lay your hands on a WOMAN?" Julia hissed.

She had spotted something Brandon hadn't. Now seeing her up close, she had similar traits that Alexis had.

His heart started beating in his chest, that warm excited feeling beginning to spread. She was definitely trans.

He slowly looked her down, his eyes stopping at her bulge. His mouth began watering.

He thought about what her dick must look like under those tight shorts. He just wanted to drop to his knees in front of her, pulling it out and sliding it into his mouth, covering it in his saliva. He pictured both girls, standing there shocked, as he blew her, right in front of everyone. The woman placing her hands on the back of his head, looking at Julia while her boyfriend sucked her dry. He thought about how delicious her thick cum would be, gliding down his throat.

His eyes shot open when he realized what he was doing. "Where the hell did that come from?" He thought, snapping out of the daydream.

"Who the fuck are you?" The woman pushed Brandon, he could feel her brute strength. It felt like a punch.

Julia shot by him. "Oohhhh that's a lot of testosterone you got there, bro."

"Come on, Julia..." Brandon pleaded, trying to pull her away.

"You wanna fight my man?" She barked.

"Girl, I'd crush him. Besides, YOUR MAN, hasn't been able to take his eyes off of me since I got here." She squeezed her breasts together, lowering her eyes to look at Brandon.

"HAH! You think he would be interested in a tranny? Haha! Tell her, Brandon." She snarled.

She was right though, he struggled fighting the urge to gawk at her bulge. Her cleavage looked irresistible.

He focused.

"Fuck off you disgusting freak!" He hissed, grabbing Julia's hand. "We're leaving."

Brandon pulled Julia toward the car.

"You're lucky there's camera's around here or I would have beat your ass, bitch!" The woman shouted, pointing at Julia.

She narrowed her eyes at Brandon. "And you, you better hope I never see you again or I'll fuck you up."

"Yeah, yeah... sure you will." He flipped her off as he opened the car door.

Julia was still yelling about the woman all the way home.

"Look, it's Friday, how about we go get some wine and play a bit of music?" Brandon suggested, in an effort to get Julia to calm down.

"Hmmm... that sounds nice," she smiled.

"Oh wait, shit, no we can't."

"What? why not?" Brandon said with a confused look on his face.

"Because we have plans tomorrow evening and I don't think we should be hungover for it." Julia took her phone an started scrolling, glancing up to see if they were closer to home.

"Yeah, Alexis has invited us round to her house for some drinks. I figured it would be nice to go after all she's done for us."

It was like a shotgun blast to the chest. He almost slammed on the breaks.

"W-what? Alexis' house? Why? Why did you agree to that?? I don't want to go there!" He started to panic.

"Come on, don't be a dick, Brandon. We wouldn't be where we are without her. It's the least we can do. Plus, she is gonna be thrilled to find out we're getting married. We're going, deal with it."

She hadn't told Alexis yet?! Brandon's mind started racing on how to get out of it.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK."

He stayed awake all night staring at the ceiling. "What is Alexis going to do? What will she say when she finds out we're getting married?" He felt sick, the feeling wouldn't subside.

In what seemed like a flash, it was morning. He tried to stare at the clock all day so time would go by slower, but it failed. Before he knew it, they were getting into the car to go to Alexis' place.

"Please, can we just go somewhere else?"

"Stop being such a baby." Julia replied.

"We will stay for a few hours and then we can go home. I'm sure it will be fun, her house is huge, stop worrying!"

They pulled up to a large mechanical gate. Julia reached out the window and pushed the button on the intercom.

"Hey it's Julia and Brandon!" The gate opened. Julia wasn't exaggerating, the house really was huge. A deep sense of foreboding overtook Brandon. This was really happening.

They approached the front door.

"Julia please I--" She pushed the door bell.

After a short wait, the door opened.

Standing there was Alexis and... Tabatha?

"What the fuck was Tabatha doing here too?!" This was bad, really really bad.

"Heyyy!! Come in, come in!" They beamed. Julia walked inside, leaving Brandon standing there, unable to move. They both stared at him devilishly.

"You too, silly." Alexis said as they both closed their eyes and tilted their heads in unison.

Still reluctant, Tabatha grabbed his hand and yanked him in.

The door shut behind them.

"Oh Julia, I believe you have met Tabatha before." Alexis said.

"Yes of course! The girl from the lobby! how are you?" Julia asked sweetly as she gave her a friendly hug.

"It's lovely to see you again Julia, I'm doing great, thank you!" Tabatha said just as sweetly.

Alexis ushered them through to the lounge. It was stunning. Just like Alexis, it was girly yet sophisticated. It was clear that she was very wealthy. Perhaps she inherited money or something? Or was she just that successful?

There was three large leather sofas beside a huge glamorous fireplace. In the middle of the room was an enormous dining table, it reminded Brandon of the table in her office. He shuddered.

He could see a door that presumably led into the kitchen. Alexis took their coats as she walked them to one of the sofas.

"Can I get either of you a drink? Julia? What would you like?"

"White wine, please, Miss."

Alexis laughed, "We aren't at work sweetie, 'Alexis' is fine." She focused on Brandon.

"And for you?"

"Uhh, I can't really drink, I'm the designated driver." He looked around, could he actually get through this night without drinking? "Actually, one beer should be fine, thanks."

Alexis smiled and headed through into the kitchen. Tabatha sat on a sofa across from them. It was odd, even though she had a lovely expensive looking dress on, she still managed to look desheviled and greasy. This whole thing felt like a fucking circus.

Brandon's phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He took it out as Tabatha and Julia made small talk. It was a message with a picture attached. He opened it.

His eyes widened as he quickly turned his phone away from Julia. Luckily, she hadn't noticed. It was a photo of Alexis, laying on the very sofa they were sitting on. She had her legs spread, with her index finger in her mouth as her other hand jerked her huge cock. There was a caption at the bottom of the photo, it read, "You said you'd take care of us."

"How did you get my fucking number," he messaged.

A reply came through.

"Now now, lets not get nasty. You worked at my office remember? I have all your details... You didn't seriously think you'd get away from me, did you?" Another photo came through, this time it was Tabatha. She was laying down on a bed with a lollipop in her mouth, fingering her asshole for the camera.

He felt sick.

Another message vibrated.

"I have every single video here from my office, every act we have ever done, even when Tabby and I tag teamed you."

Brandon's hands began to shake as the severity of the situation became more real.

"I am going to come through and say we are out of wine, you are going to suggest leaving to pick some up. After that, you will walk through the door and make your way up the stairs. Take the 2nd door on the left once you get to the top. Please make yourself comfortable."

Brandon frantically started typing out a response but before he could finish it, Alexis had returned.

"Guys I'm so sorry, I don't know how I have managed this but I actually forgot to pick up wine."

"Oh that's okay, Alexis, I'll have--"

"Nonsense," She interrupted.

She looked at Brandon, waiting for him to do his part. He said nothing.

"Hmm... I suppose I could go myself to get some." She zeroed in on Brandon. "Orrr... maybe we can watch some of my home movies instead?"

Brandon stood up. "I will go, I'm designated driver anyway," he said, looking at his feet.

"Awww you are such a darling, thank you so much, Brandon." Alexis smiled. "You better hold onto this one Julia, he's a keeper!"

"Well actually, if that's the case." Julia said as she stood up "Maybe you should make it champagne, Brandon."

"Ohhh?" The comment piqued Tabatha's interest.

"Yes. Brandon and I have an announcement to make."

"Oh my God, no, Julia, please." Brandon screamed inside.

"We're getting married!" She exclaimed, jumping up and down on the spot.

Both of the girls gasped and looked at each other. You could see the excitement on their faces. Brandon knew how much of a turn on this would be for both of them. The fact he had actually gone through with it.

He was right.

Alexis and Tabatha were both getting hard at the thought of being able to do whatever they wanted to this soon to be married man, while his future wife sat blissfully unaware. The anticipation was overwhelming.

"Oh my GOD!! Thats amazing you two!" Alexis shouted joyfully, taking Julia in her arms.

Tabatha ran over and hugged Brandon. Looking over to see Julia facing the other way.

She began to grind on him. He could feel her fully erect cock pushing aggressively against his leg. She lowered her hands down to his ass and squeezed, rolling her tongue around his ear, she whispered,

"You're so in for it tonight, cutie."

Brandon pushed her off. Tabatha fell back, she grinned and blew a kiss.

He made his way to the door,

"I'll be back soon."

He closed it behind him. He looked to his left. He could see a very large staircase. He sighed and made his way up it. He checked the message Alexis had sent him. It was the 2nd door on the left. He stepped inside.

It must have been Alexis' bedroom. The bed looked larger than a king size. It had dark red velvet bedding. The room smelled just like her. Her office, Her perfume, Her cock...

He noticed lots of bottles of lube and other various sex toys dotted along the elegant bedside cabinets. Above the bed on the ceiling was a large mirror.

"Fucking hell," he thought, looking up at the mirror, knowing exactly what it's purpose was.

Suddenly footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. He held his breath as they stopped just outside the door. It swung open.

"Alexis, I--"

"Shut up and take your clothes off." She demanded.

"What, no, listen--"

"I won't ask again, take your fucking clothes off."

Brandon started to nervously undress, until he was standing with only his boxers on.

"Please listen--"

Alexis walked over to him. Brandon stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed. he looked up at her, a devious grin spreading across her face.

"You've been very bad, Brandon. You said you would take care of us, where have you been?" She slowly started to undress.

"Do you know how backed up I am? My cock has been screaming out for you. Tabatha has been unbearable, asking for you every single day."

Before he knew it she was completely naked. Her cock was the hardest he had ever seen it. It was already twitching. She started to climb on top of him, reaching over for some lube. "You promised, Brandon, why would you lie to us?"

"Alexis, please let me explain, we don't need to do this!"

She poured the lube into her hands, throwing the bottle over her shoulder. She began smearing it all over her cock.

"I can't believe I get to fuck the groom." she said, with a devious tone.

Brandon was realizing what this meant. It was finally going to happen.

She started to yank his boxers off.

"Alexis, I-I--" he stuttered, "Julia is downstairs!"

"Don't worry, Tabatha is discussing your wonderful wedding with her, they will be busy for a while."

"But wai--"

Before he could finish what he was going to say, his boxers were whisked off as two fingers started stuffing lube into his ass.

"Trust me, you're gonna be grateful for this..."

"Alexis, stop I can't do this, Please, I'm begging you."

She looped her arm around his knee and started to slowly lift his leg up.

"I've missed you so much, Brandon."

"Alexis, I'm getting married, we can't do this anymore! everything's changed!"

He froze as he felt the head of her penis pushing against his entrance. Brandon's eyes were wide open, he shook his head in protest.

Alexis grabbed his face, forcing it toward hers. She looked into his eyes.

"Welcome home, baby."

Her cock forced open his hole and crushed it's way inside.

"Ohhhh!" Alexis moaned. As her dick sank further and further into his ass.

"Alexis, Alexis!"

"Shhhh," she put her finger to his lips. "This next part might hurt for a bit, then it will feel really good, I promise."

"W-What?--"

Alexis slammed the remaining inches of her shaft directly inside of him. Brandon let out a huge gasp as it knocked the air out of him. She couldn't contain her excitement anymore. She was thrusting, gaining speed as Brandon clung onto her, one arm around the back of her head, the other around her shoulders.

"That's it, baby, have you missed me too?"

Brandon could feel her cock smashing in and out of him, it felt like it was pushing into his stomach. He started to claw at her back, gritting his teeth as his asshole was stretched larger than it ever had been before, to accommodate Alexis' thick dick.

He looked up at the mirror on the ceiling. He could see himself grabbed onto Alexis, his face looked unrecognizable as it scrunched up, trying to take the cock that was plowing into him. He could see her ass moving like a piston. Her cock burrowing all the way inside him.

"See, you are much better off with me, baby. You don't need that bitch downstairs."

Something was starting to happen to Brandon. The shock of having his asshole stretched for a girlcock was fading. The excited warm feeling was radiating through him. Alexis pounding him was starting to feel good. Really good. He looked down, he was rock hard.

"We are gonna have to take it up a notch," Alexis stated.

"What do you mea-"

Alexis grabbed him and flipped him over. Before he could process what was happening her cock hammered into his ass. It was the first time he really felt how strong she was, her power making her feel like a giant in comparison to him. She gripped firmly onto his waist, forcing his body back and forth, his asshole swallowing her cock whole as it blasted in and out.

"Fucking take my cock you fucking slut! Never lie to me ever again! Do you fucking hear me? My dick always comes first! ALWAYS!"

She grabbed the back of his hair and bucked her hips. She smacked his ass, getting increasingly stronger with each slap. He could feel her balls clapping against his, his ass cheeks becoming red from her slaps. He was being ravaged like a little bitch. Brandon, was being fucked.

He found himself letting out little moans, he tried to stop but couldn't help it. What would anyone say if they walked in on this. He was getting his ass pounded by a huge transsexual cock. If anyone seen his face, they would instantly be able to tell, he was totally loving it.

He instinctively thrusted himself backwards, desperately seeking Alexis' cock. The bed was creaking as the ass slamming got faster, heavier and deeper.

"FUCK, BRANDON!" Alexis roared.

She stopped and let go of him, Brandon had completely taken over the situation, twerking on her dick. She watched as her cock sank into his asshole as he pushed his face into the pillows, groaning, forcing his ass backwards, sliding his hole up and down her shaft.

"Yeah that's it, ride me," she said, playfully. "You love me, don't you?"

Brandon paused at the question.

She slapped his ass one last time before slipping her penis out of him.

"Lay on your back for me."

He turned over to look at her. She smiled down on him before spreading his legs and gently laying on top of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she folded her arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the side of the cheek.

She lowered her right hand down, grabbing her cock, rubbing it against his hole.

They looked into each others eyes as she pushed her dick all the way inside of him. It felt so good this time. When it finally reached the base they both let out a loud sigh of pleasure. He cuddled into her as she softly and romantically moved her hips, sliding in and out.

"Do you want me to cum inside you, baby?"

He could feel her member twitching. He had only ever felt her twitching in his mouth before but it was unmistakable. It was getting even more slippery in there. Alexis was leaking pre-cum as it mixed with the lube. She was getting close.

She started picking up the pace again, grounding her dick as far inside him as she could

"Answer me, Brandon... or I'll stop right now."

"No, no don't stop," he moaned.

"Well?"

"I w-want you to c-cum inside meee."

"Do you love my cock?"

"Y-yyes!" Brandon quivered, feeling every inch of her shaft exploring inside him. He desperately wanted to feel her cum too.

"Do you love my cock more than Julia?"

His breathing got heavier as Alexis started to quickly and rhythmically shove her cock inside him.

He didn't respond.

"Brandon, answer me or you won't get my load!"

"hmmppphhhh..."

"BRANDON, DO YOU LOVE MY COCK MORE THAN JULIA?!"

"Y---y-yes..."

"Yes, What? I can't hear you! Do you want this load or not? TELL ME!

...............

"YES, I FUCKING LOVE YOUR COCK MORE THAN JULIA!!"

...............

Alexis smiled gently.

"Good boy."

She pushed her lips against Brandon's, her tongue exploring his mouth as big deep pulses of cum blasted into his bowels.

She let out very feminine moans as

their tongues slid around each others, dancing together as more bounds of hot seamen poured inside of him. Her balls continued to spasm and churn, depositing everything she had stored from the last time they had met. It felt so warm, he could feel it flowing inside of him. His asshole constricted around her girth as she moaned, releasing even more cum, inside.

She looked into his eyes again, her cock still fully lodged inside of him. She smiled and stroked his face.

"I have waited so long for that..."

She gave him a long loving kiss on the lips as they hugged together, embracing each other tightly.

Out of nowhere she pulled her dick out of him and jumped off the bed.

"Welp, I'd love to stay and cuddle but I have your lovely fiancée downstairs to entertain, I'm sure she's getting sick of Tabatha by now!" She laughed.

Brandon was out of it.

"W-what just happened?" He asked, the trance fading.

Alexis started putting her dress back on.

"Hurry up and get dressed. There's a mini-bar next to you there, grab two bottles of champagne and head back down, I'm sure Julia is wondering where you are," She grinned. "I'll be down in a minute."

Brandon struggled to walk downstairs, his legs felt like jelly. His ass felt like it still had a massive cock thrusting into it.

He opened the door to the lounge, holding the two bottles of champagne in each hand.

"Sorry I took so long."

"Oh, hey babe, listen, I really want Tabby and Alexis to come to the wedding, is that alright?"

"Oh. Umm, yeah, of course..." He gave a faint smile. He hadn't had time to process what had just happened. Julia smiled affectionately at him as he felt Alexis' cum trickle out of his ass.

"Hey, all done." Alexis came waltzing in.

"Oh, Brandon, you're back. Did you get champagne?" Her acting skills were on full display again.

"Yeah, here they are."

"We gotta celebrate! Tabatha can you go get some glasses?" Alexis asked. Tabatha made her way for the kitchen.

"So, everything alright, Alexis? You were gone for quite a while."

"Yeah, just a long overdue deposit that needed taken care of, I feel much better now." She looked at Brandon, he looked away.

Julia and Alexis began bitching about people at work and making jokes. Alexis' ability to act so normal after fucking his guests boyfriend up stairs, was terrifying. Brandon stared at his phone. He wasn't reading anything, he was looking at his own reflection in the screen. "What was going on? How could I do that?" He questioned himself.

"Brandon?" Alexis asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.. "Can you go and check on Tabby? She has been gone a while."

Julia looked at him, "Thanks babe," she said as she turned her attention back to Alexis.

Brandon got up and made his way to the kitchen. It was hands down the classiest kitchen he had ever been in. It had a very rustic vibe. Lots of unusual kitchen utensils and spices filled the walls. He didn't know what any of it was, cooking wasn't his strong point. He looked around, unable to see Tabatha anywhere.

He walked over to a counter and placed both elbows on the table and held his face in his hands, finally having a second to come to terms with what had happened. "I just got fucked in the ass. What would people say if they knew I just let a transsexual fuck me? I'm not even gay!" He sighed. "How could I let her do that to me? While Julia was downstairs."

"Boo!" A voice whispered in his ear.

He turned round only to be stopped by Tabatha who quickly turned him back the way he was facing. He could see in the blurred reflection of the kitchen cabinet surface that she was completely naked. Her cock was digging into his back.

"Shhhhhhhhh!" she giggled, as she reached around his front and started undoing his belt.

"What the fuck are you doing, get off me!" Hissed Brandon under his breath.

"What? Alexis gets to fuck you upstairs and I get nothing? No way, get your pants off now! It's my turn. Why does she get special treatment?" She pushed his head down and started to unbuckle him again. "You said you would take care of us, Brandon, that means both of us! You haven't sucked me off for weeks!" Brandon started to struggle as she grabbed the hair on the back of his head.

"Do you want to go through there and tell her everything? You just got engaged and you want me to tell her you got fucked by her boss upstairs? No? Then shut the fuck up and take off your pants."

"FUCK!" He spat, as Tabatha impatiently tugged on his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles.

She spread his cheeks open.

"Awww. She's already lubed it up for me, she's so thoughtful."

She watched Alexis' cum spill out and run down the back of his legs. "Don't worry babe, I'll be quick. I've been saving myself for this." She lined her dick up with his hole. "Oh, before I forget though," She handed him his own wallet. "You may want to bite down on this, it's gonna get rough."

Brandon took the leather wallet out of her hand. when did she even get the chance to take it from him? He wondered. Before he could ask, she forced his head down onto the table again, her hand squishing his face into the surface.

"Finally!"

The head of her penis aggressively punched into his ass. Her entire member forced its way in, slamming inside him. Brandon's eyes shot open as he put the wallet in his mouth. He could feel his ID and ATM cards, cracking inside as his jaw clenched on the wallet. He grunted as his asshole was being obliterated by Tabatha's powerful shaft. He could feel her cock squelching and sloshing in him, mixing with Alexis' cum.

"Oh fuck! you're so tight, baby!" She tackled him to the floor, pushing him down so his back arched, his ass in the air. She climbed onto him, relentlessly blasting her dick inside of him. Brandon was still biting down, making loud grunts in rhythm of her cock punishing his ass.

"Brandon?? is everything okay in there?" a voice called from the other room.

It was Julia.

Tabatha paused. Her full length still stuffed inside.

"Aren't you going to reply to your woman?" Tabatha asked sadistically.

"Stop, get the fuck off me!" Brandon hissed.

"Lets go see what she wants, huh?"

"W-wwhat? Tabatha no!"

Tabatha pulled him up, her cock still firmly buried inside him. They started to walk clumsily together, swaying toward the door. He was trying to climb off her dick, but she held him on tight. Her cock still throbbing in his ass as they got closer.

"Tabatha!" he grit is teeth.

She opened the door slightly, thrusting forward so Brandon's head poked through into the lounge.

He tried to act normal. "Umm, yes babe? what's up?"

Tabatha pulled his cheeks apart and watched her cock slowly disappear inside of him, sliding it in and out as Brandon spoke to Julia.

"What on earth is going on in there? are you not coming through? Where is Tabby?"

"S-she uhh... she spilled something from the f-fridge."

Tabatha started building momentum, the thrusts were becoming more and more hostile.

Brandon gripped his hands into the door frame, using every bit of power he had to keep himself stabilized as a girlcock was firing into his ass. He dug his feet into the ground desperately trying to keep his head from bobbing as he spoke to his bride.

"Do you want me to come through?"

"N-NO!" He shouted as Tabatha rocketed her penis inside him again. It was so deep.

He almost squealed.

"J-just give us a sec, we'll be right back." he struggled to get the words across, his ass being railed by Tabatha.

"Oh okay." She smiled and continued her conversation. Alexis shot him an all knowing grin. Tabatha pulled him back inside and pushed him to the floor again. She jumped over, plunging her cock into him. She held her hand over his mouth to muffle his loud moans.

"I have a present for you," she said as she jackhammered his ass. "You're gonna love it."

Brandon couldn't speak as his mouth was covered by Tabatha.

"Do you want it?" She asked, cheekily.

Brandon groaned and squirmed.

"I'll take that as a yes," she giggled.

It pained Brandon to admit but... he really did want it. How was this happening?

"Squeeze my meat." Brandon tensed up, squeezing on her cock as tight as he could. He began moving on his own again, rotating his hips, sliding his asshole all over her dick.

"Ohhh? Did you finally realize how much you missed me?" She teased.

Brandon was bucking his ass onto her, his hole sliding up her cock, squeezing it as he pulled forward. His grunts were now soft moans of pleasure. She grabbed onto his waist again and started fucking the life out of him, heaving into him as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He never in a million years thought a dick would feel so fucking good, especially Tabatha's.

"You ready, Bitch?" She panted, still gliding her cock in and out.

He was.

She suddenly pulled out.

"Quick, get on your knees."

Brandon dropped down, instantly taking her cock into his mouth without hesitation.

The first shot flew down his throat and crashed into his stomach. The next shot came immediately after, it blew out his cheeks as it filled his whole mouth. He barely managed to get it down but there was no way he was wasting it. The taste of her was coming back to him. Her thick, lumpy cum. So salty, but he craved it so much. He really had missed her taste.

She heaved her hips again as another load shot from her cock.

"Don't swallow," she whispered. Brandon held the load in his mouth. Tabatha dropped onto her knees in front of him. She grabbed the back of his head and forced her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues wrapped around each others as they swished and splashed in a lake of Tabatha's spunk, mixing it all around as their tongues stirred it together.

They took turns taking her full load in their mouths, passing it back and forth. Tabatha took it all in and leaned Brandon's head back. She slowly let it all fall from her mouth into his, sealing it with a kiss.

"Now, you can swallow." She smiled.

Brandon let the slimy spit and cum concoction, slide down his throat. Tabatha got up and started preparing the champagne, messily putting her clothes back on. Brandon was dazed. How do they go straight back to acting normal after doing such things? He pulled his pants back up.

"Here make yourself useful." She gave him three glasses, sending him back through to the lounge.

"Hey sorry we took so long," Tabatha chuckled. "I'm just so messy, thank God Brandon was there to take care of it. Oh and here's your beer. She smiled, handing it to Brandon.

The three girls laughed and joked all night. Julia could tell something was up with Brandon. He tried not to make it obvious but he was getting increasingly nervous with all the sexual innuendos Alexis and Tabatha made to an oblivious Julia. Eventually, Julia decided it was time to leave.

"Thank you so much for the great night, I'll be in contact with wedding info!"

"No problem, Julia. You are both welcome here anytime." Replied Alexis.

Tabatha hugged Julia as Alexis approached Brandon.

She hugged him and whispered in his ear.

"Come back here on Thursday at 6PM, you won't be back for a couple of days so you better come up with a good excuse." She lovingly kissed the side of his face.

"Drive safe!" The girls waved goodbye as Brandon and Julia got into their car.

"See, that wasn't so bad!" Julia said, she was chirpy from all the champagne.

Brandon didn't respond.

"Oh, by the way, you know Tabatha? Oh my God! She smells so, fucking bad. I'm gonna have to tell her before the wedding. Hope she won't be too offended, but we can't have her showing up like that. So gross."

"Mhmm," replied Brandon, as he listened to his soon to be wife, bad mouth the girl who's cum he had just swallowed.

They drove home but the night had changed him forever.

The week flew by. Life wasn't the same anymore. The happiness was gone. The new job didn't matter if Alexis was back. It would seem that Tabatha is also a permanent fixture in this fucked up situation. Brandon was struggling to stay enthusiastic about the wedding now. He tried to get his head down and forget about it but he knew Thursday was coming. He told Julia that he was going on a trip with his friends, he wasn't sure when he would be back, but he would message her to let her know.

____

The day had finally come.

Brandon stepped out of the taxi and pushed the button for the intercom on the gate.

"It's me."

The gate opened.

Alexis was standing at the open door as he approached.

"Come in, we have things to do before we go."

"Huh?"

She hurried Brandon in

"Take your clothes off and put this jacket over the top.

"What the fuck? Why would I do that?!"

"Do we have to go through this every time? I'm starting to think you actually really want me to tell Julia," She frowned, "Do you get off on that or something?"

Brandon snatched the jacket out her hand and turned away, starting to undress.

"You have such a cute butt, Brandon," she teased.

"Stop that shit," he spat. "Where the fuck are we going anyway?" He begrudgingly put the jacket on.

"Oh stop being so moody, girlcock loving Brandon is way more fun!" She smirked.

Brandon didn't care for the comment.

"Anyway, let's get going," she said.

Alexis drove in silence. It was unlike her, Brandon sensed that she was somewhat nervous.

"You can't tell me anything? I think I deserve to know where I'm going, Alexis,"

"You'll see when we get there, stop being so impatient."

They arrived at a very glamorous looking tower of apartments. Two security guards stood at the entrance. They seemed to know Alexis well, asking politely how her night was before chuckling to themselves at the sight of Brandon.

"Ignore them." Alexis said, as they walked inside the elevator.

They arrived at the top floor and made their way through the corridor. They stopped outside a pink door. It looked unusual as the other doors on the floor were black.

"Okay we're here." Alexis started inspecting Brandon, fixing his hair with her hands.

"This is Estelle's apartment. Please don't embarrass me Brandon. I take this place very seriously. Do me proud and I'll have a nice reward for you. This time I promise, you will be very happy with it."

"Oh, before I forget," She said, reaching into her bag. "You'll need this." She took out a dog leash and collar.

She put the collar on Brandon.

"There, that's a good boy!" She giggled cheekily.

"Alexis, I'm really starting to get scared, what the hell is all this?"

She produced a key from her bag, it had her name engraved on it. She put it in the lock and opened the door.

They both stepped inside.

Brandon was shocked by what he saw.

It was a large open plan studio apartment. The amount of mirrors on the wall basically doubled the room size. There didn't seem to be a TV or ornaments anywhere. Only sofa's, tables, lots of chairs and an unfathomable amount of lubricant bottles, placed on every available surface. Looking around, he could see four or five other guys who were naked. There must have been around twelve women. They were all wearing sexy lingerie or dominatrix type attire.

"This is one of our trans gatherings, I actually first met Tabby here. I'm sure you will be sad to hear that she couldn't make it tonight," she smiled facetiously.

He wasn't amused.

Looking around the room he started piecing together what was actually going on here. An overwhelming sense of dread took over. Was he only here to please all these transsexuals?

Luckily, no one had noticed them come in. His gut instinct was to run to the door. He made his move.

"Tut, tut, tut," Alexis tugged tightly on the dog leash, stopping him instantly in his tracks. She waved her finger in his face.

"Nice try," she giggled.

She pulled his leash as they made their way through the apartment. He looked around, noticing one of the other guys being bent over by one of the women. Was she gonna fuck him? Right here in front of everyone?!

They stopped outside a door.

"This is Estelle's bedroom. You have to understand who Estelle is, Brandon. She protects every single transsexual here. If we are ever mistreated, ever abused or ever in trouble, she always helps, without question. She is very special to everyone. I personally, wouldn't be where I am without her. I want you to show her the utmost respect. I mean it, Brandon. Please don't let me down."

She opened the door and pulled his jacket off, pushing him through before he could respond. She closed the door behind him.

Brandon stood in the middle of the room, completely naked apart from a dog collar around his neck and the leash on the floor.

The room looked different from the rest of the apartment. Soft blues played from a record player in the corner. There was a huge comfortable-looking bed with very luxurious, dark blue satin bedding. The room was dimly lit, with elegant botanical wallpaper on the walls. The whole room had a classy feel to it with exquisite furniture and antiques. There was a door, which led to an en suite in the corner.

It opened. Brandon immediately put his hands down to cover up.

He heard a croaky laugh as he looked up to see who was standing there.

She was a good bit older than Brandon, maybe late 50's? Grey hair fell around her shoulders. She had fine lines around her brown eyes, that sat behind thick rimmed glasses. She wasn't exactly unattractive, there was still something definitely alluring about her but he imagined in her day, she would have looked absolutely beautiful. She wore a glamorous fur coat, like she was dressed up for an opera or something.

"How are you, Brandon?" She asked reassuringly. "You don't need to cover up, you haven't got anything I haven't seen before." She chuckled as she walked over to a small mini-bar and began pouring two glasses.

Brandon didn't say anything, he couldn't understand what was actually going on here.

"Don't look so worried, you have nothing to fear. Alexis has told me all about you. I've never seen her act this way about a guy before."

She walked over and handed him a glass, holding the other in her hand. He took it from her. She clinked her glass against his and took a drink. Brandon did the same, feeling slightly more at ease.

Estelle had such a warm aura about her, he could instantly feel why she was so loved and respected.

"Thank you," he said quietly, taking another sip.

"I have known Alexis for a very long time," she explained, "I wanted to meet you in person to see if you really are as amazing as she says." She finished the rest of her glass.

"I'm a little confused though, she told me you're getting married to someone else? Why are you with Alexis?"

Brandon downed the rest of his glass and handed it to her.

"Can I... be honest with you, Estelle?"

"Of course, hun."

Brandon exhaled loudly and sat on the bed. He then told her everything that had happened with Alexis and Tabatha. He told her everything about Julia and how much he loved her.

Estelle poured two more glasses.

"So, let me see if I have all this worked out." She handed Brandon his glass, he reached out, but his hands were shaking. It was the first time he had ever told anyone what was going on, and telling it to the person Alexis respected the most.

He took the glass and swallowed a mouthful.

"You aren't interested in Alexis sexually? I thought you two were an item?"

"No miss, we aren't, I'm not gay!" Brandon put his hand to his mouth realizing what he had said.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that!" He panicked, "I'm just not attracted to transsexuals, also I'm in love with Julia, we are soon going to be happily married."

Estelle smiled.

"It's fine Brandon, I understand completely. I can see whats going on and I am very much aware of Tabatha, she is still as sneaky as ever."

Brandon felt relieved that she didn't take offense to his comment.

"So, you have no attraction to transgender women, at all?"

"No... I'm really not into that." He said, looking down at his feet.

"Do you think I'm a bad person? Since I cheated on my fiancée?"

Estelle put her glass down.

"I don't think you've cheated." She stated.

"What? You don't? Why?"

"I'm going to take a guess here, but I would say, you have never actually had sex with a trans girl. Sure you've been fucked and you've sucked cock but you haven't actually made love to a trans girl yourself. You haven't fucked one." She looked at him, "Am I right?"

"Yes! Exactly right."

"I personally would only consider it cheating if you had passionate sex with a transsexual and she made you, ya know... cum. If you don't ejaculate, then it doesn't count, wouldn't you agree?

Brandon finished the rest of his glass.

"Yes, I absolutely agree."

"Tell you what, you seem like a really sweet guy whose wrapped up in something he doesn't belong in. How about I walk you out of this apartment, and I'll make sure Alexis and Tabatha never bother you again? It's obvious you love your girlfriend and just want to move on from this mess, you shouldn't be here if your heart isn't in it. It's not fair on anyone. However, you have to also promise me, that you'll stay away from them too, do I make myself clear?"

"Are you serious?!?" Brandon jumped to his feet. "Yes, of course!! Estelle thank you, thank you! Oh my God!"

Brandon was shaking, he couldn't believe it.

Estelle giggled. "It's no problem at all." She started walking toward the door.

"Oh, may I ask you something?"

Brandon nodded.

"Did Alexis ever tell you about my, 'kink'?"

Brandon was visibly puzzled by the question.

"Uhh, no...?"

"You see, Alexis and Tabatha, they really like having sex with guys. I'm not really into that."

She turned around to face Brandon.

"No, I actually, like to be, fucked, BY them."

Brandon's eyes began to narrow.

"Not just by any guy though, I really like to be fucked by, straight guys."

She bit her lip, twirling her hair with her index finger as she slowly walked toward Brandon. "And you, are just my type."

Estelle lowered her eyes seductively and asked, "Has your drink taken effect yet?"

Brandon looked at the glass he was holding. He could see some sort of blue and white powder inside the glass. He hadn't noticed before because of Estelle's questions but he was hard, rock hard. He tried to cover it again but touching it felt so sensitive.

"You drugged me?! What the hell is in this!?"

Estelle laughed, "nothing to worry about, hun, I've been drinking it too!"

She threw off her coat, as a huge erection bounced out. It looked just as hard as his. Her balls were wrinkly but still very big.

"So how about it? You gonna fuck me?"

"No! He shouted, Estelle please! I am not going to do anything like that!"

"Alexis said if you misbehaved, she has some footage to show your fiancée? What footage would that be? Hmmm?" She grinned devilishly. The once sophisticated lady was now more like a sex crazed beast.

Brandon fell silent, he was trapped. This couldn't be happening.

She pushed him backwards onto the bed, he dropped his glass as it rolled to the side. She climbed on top, reaching over him, her tits smothering his face as she pulled a bottle of lube out from under her pillow. She leaned back, pouring the bottle all over their dicks. She began massaging, rubbing their shafts together.

Brandon tried to look away, tried to think of anything else that would make his erection stop, but with her soft hands sensuously caressing their two hard cocks against each other, slathering them up with lube, it was impossible.

She seductively crawled over him so she was sitting on his stomach. She poured more lube on her hand, leaning forward, then moving her hand behind her, applying it to her asshole.

"Please, Estelle," he pleaded. "I can't do this, I can't cheat on Julia, please."

Estelle was grabbing his cock now, playfully rubbing it against her hole. His heart was pounding.

"Hey, don't worry," she smiled, tilting her head. "It's only cheating if you cum, right? You said you aren't attracted to transsexuals anyway so it shouldn't be a problem for you!"

He could feel the head of his cock pushing her hole open.

"Because if you do cum, that's it, there's no turning back."

His head edged in even further

"Oh god, please Estelle! I can't!"

She grinned.

"Good luck, hun!"

And just like that her ass thundered down as his cock went soaring up inside of her.

Brandon's back arched, his eyes popping out of their sockets as her ass slammed down again, and again, on his cock as it squelched and squished all the way up inside. Her hips gyrating, taking his whole cock over and over.

He instantly started panting, struggling to breathe as Estelle rode the fuck out of him, her tits bouncing around as his shaft effortlessly slid in and out of her slippery hole. The walls of her anus, wrapped and clung around his member. She would squeeze him so tight when she lifted up, only to loosen as her ass fell back down. Estelle's cock was slapping against his stomach, a pool of pre-cum amassing.

Brandon had never had anal sex in his life, not even with Julia. It was such a different feeling.

"Hey, don't enjoy it too much, you might end up cumming for me!" She said, in a flirtatious tone.

She doubled down and got faster, riding him more ferociously, she grabbed onto his leash, pulling him up as she rode him, stuffing his face into her breasts.

Oh no, he could feel it in his balls. Was it because of the drugs? Was she actually going to make him cum? She was forcing him into the bed under the weight of her ass, his face was stuck between her breasts, and his cock, sinking deeper and deeper into her asshole.

The cum was rising.

He gasped loudly, pushing her off as he tried to make a dash for the door. Estelle still had his leash.

She pulled it hard, spinning him around as he fell between her legs, his chest landing on her luscious tits. She gave him a cheeky kiss on the lips, as she reached below, grabbing his cock, plunging it back into her hole where it belonged. It was so moist and slippery, why did this feel so fucking good.

He tried to get away, but she reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks, thrusting him back and forth, pulling him inside of her as she moaned in pleasure.

Brandon could feel it, she was going to make him cum, and that would be it, game over. He could feel his balls getting ready to unleash everything. He made one more escape attempt. He pulled his dick out and tried to get up but she grabbed him.

"Nah-ah-ah!" She squealed, "Where do you think you're going?" hauling him back down, his penis plummeting deep inside her like a homing missile. Escape was impossible.

Estelle was pulling him in, his dick slopping in and out of her warm wet asshole.

She stopped, and held him tight against her body. She squeezed his cock, letting her ass pulsate all over it.

"Shhh, its okay," she whispered in his ear, running her fingers through his hair, "let it all out, you know you want to."

He was grunting, he grabbed a pillow with his hand, scrunching it up.

It was no good.

Estelle pulled his head in closer to hers, Brandon's cock was being rapidly swallowed by her ass again.

This surely can't be the end. He was breathing heavily, as his dick pounded into her, there was nothing he could do. He grit his teeth, his toes tightening trying with all his might to hold everything back.

"Fuck, Fuuuuck, No!" He wailed.

He was gasping desperately.

Estelle looked him straight in the eyes. She whispered,

"... Cum inside me, Daddy."

*********

An unstoppable torrent of seamen, exploded from his cock, erupting into Estelle as her tongue swirled around in his mouth, passionately kissing him. He clung onto her for dear life. The orgasm had hit like a shockwave, contorting his whole body. It felt like fireworks were going off inside him. He could feel his testicles gurgling, surging as his eyes rolled back, everything he had was being blasted inside of Estelle.

Brandon had lost the battle.

She ran her nails up his back as her legs wrapped around him squeezing him into her ass as tight as possible. Her hole pulsed around his member as jets of sperm gushed from it, completely filling her insides. It was an orgasm he didn't know was possible to attain. No one had ever made him cum like this, no pussy had ever made him cum like this.

He had never experienced such immediate post nut clarity like this either.

He shot up as Estelle lay there moaning and laughing to her self.

"Oh my God, that was incredible, Brandon"

He looked at her in horror. He could see cum pouring out of her. He had done that, it was his cum. He had made love to a transsexual. He had cheated on Julia. He fucked her.

"N-no, no, no no nononono!" He panicked, backing away from her.

"Let's cuddle for a bit and go for round two?" She bit her lip seductively.

"Estelle, you promised you would help me with Alexis. I did what you wanted, so please, help me!"

"What did I promise?"

"What?!" Brandon exploded, "You said you would tell Alexis and Tabatha to leave me alone and I could leave!"

"Did I? I don't think I'd ever promise something like that," she giggled, sarcastically.

"Now get back here and fuck me again, straight boy!"

"You are all fucking monsters!"

Brandon stormed out and approached Alexis.

"Give me that fucking jacket, I'm leaving, don't try and stop me! That fucking bitch!!"

"Huh? You mean Estelle?! What the fuck, Brandon, You promised you wouldn't embarrass me!"

The commotion made some turn round to look at them. This was the first time they had seen Brandon with no jacket on, a small crowd formed.

"Alexis, I don't have time for this shit, give me the fucking jacket, I am done with all of this!"

The room was getting more quiet, he quickly looked round and stopped.

He seen a familiar face.

"Oh fuck, no no," he thought to himself.

It was her... that woman, the one Julia had gotten into a fight with.

"Oh no, oh no, fuck fuck." Brandon started panicking as the woman started making her way over to him. This had to be a nightmare, this cannot be real!

"I have to go, Alexis, FUCK---"

"Well, well, well..." Her familiar voice bellowed as the figure pushed through the crowd. It was definitely her. She was wearing a leopard print bra with matching string tied bottoms. She looked like a black Amazonian Queen. He thought the ties of her panties were going to snap as her erect cock stretched the fabric. This twist of fate had clearly aroused her.

"Wait, Brandon, you know Amara?"

"No! give me the jacket!---"

"Oh yes, we know each other, in fact, we actually have some unfinished business to take care of." A wicked smirk spread across Amara's face.

"Alexis, may I have his leash, please?"

"Uh, yeah sure, I have to go and speak to Estelle anyway since Brandon apparently upset her." She shot Brandon an angry look.

"Listen though, Amara, this one is... different, please be careful."

"Of course, Alexis, no problem!" She said charmingly, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. She took the dog leash from Alexis.

"Okay Brandon, please don't embarrass me further, I'll be back later." She went in the direction of Estelle's room, leaving Brandon alone.

He was shaking in fear as a big hulking beautiful transsexual warrior stood over him.

"I'm guessing that bitchy girlfriend of yours isn't here... or even knows that you are here." She started pulling on his leash, dragging him closer to her.

"It's a shame really, I would have loved to have seen her face as I fucked her boyfriend right in front of her."

"Look, s-she can be a bitch s-sometimes. I- I- I'm so sorry!" He stuttered.

"A disgusting freak? Wasn't it? That's what you called me before flipping me off, right?"

"Please, I didn't mean to, I---"

She kept pulling the leash until he was right in front of her.

She pulled the ties of her panties as the piece dropped to the floor. Brandon's eyes bugged out when he saw her cock. It was everything he had imagined it to be when they first met.

She reached for one of the bottles of lube on a table next to her, using her teeth to bite the lid off.

She poured it over her cock, emptying the entire bottle, as she crushed it in her hand, dropping it to the floor. She rubbed all the grease onto her juicy thick jet black penis. It looked soaking wet, almost glowing when the light of the room hit it.

"Amara, I will leave now, I promise you will never see me again. I made a mistake! You aren't a freak! I said that cause I was trying to show off! Please, I'm sorry!" Brandon was attempting to back away, but she was holding his leash too tightly.

"Uh-huh," she said, finding his protests hilarious.

She picked him up from under his legs, wrapping them around her waist, walking with him toward the wall.

"Amara, listen please!---"

"I told you, if I seen you again I was gonna fuck you up. I didn't think it would mean fuck you up the ass though..." She laughed. "Guess it's my lucky day, huh?"

She pushed Brandon up against the wall.

"W-WAIT, A-AMARA, I----"

"Brandon, was it? You are never ever going to forget this for the rest of your life"

"NO!--"

Her huge cock rocketed up inside of him. Burrowing in as Brandon let out a loud gasp, which grabbed the attention of everyone in the room. He swung his arms around her, clutching on desperately. His legs and arms wrapped around her like a Koala bear. He shut his eyes, tucking his head into her neck to hide his face from the rest of the room.

She was picking his ass up and letting it fall down as she caught it on her cock, plunging deeper and deeper with each bounce. His mouth was opening and closing, gasping for air. It was like he could feel her dick in his throat. Amara picked him up, pressing her forehead against his and looking straight into his eyes. Her dick mechanically thrusting in and out like a machine.

"I wish your girl could see you right now."

"Mmphm! Mmhmpphh!" He grunted as the cock entering him was beginning to speed up.

Brandon was being ass fucked by this hulking shemale, powerless to stop it. In front of a room full of people. His groans and grunts audible to everyone there. Revenge for how his girlfriend had treated her.

Amara pulled away from the wall, turning around with Brandon. She held onto his hips and let him fall backwards, continuing to buck and slam inside of him. He opened his eyes, he could see everyone but upside down. Her thick cock pumping in and out while Brandon's limbs flapped about. He used his strength to reach around her neck and pull himself back up.

She forced him up at the wall again, slamming his back against it. The head of her cock was darting in and out of his anus.

"So, have you learned your lesson?" She said as Brandon leaned over her, panting.

"Hmmmm? Nothing to say, huh?"

Brandon suddenly pulled back, clasping his hands around the back of her neck. His face was flushed red, his eyes looked glazed over. He was biting his lip, moving his head closer to hers.

A seductive smile formed on his face.

"Fuck me," he flirted, as he pulled himself in, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He forced himself down as her cock sunk all the way inside his ass.

Brandon was in the trance.

He began to thrust himself up and down on her shaft, sucking her tongue.

Amara was stunned. Her eyes shot wide open as the guy she thought she was punishing had turned the tables on her.

He was sucking off her tongue like it was a dick, bouncing himself up and down on her member, pulling himself so tightly against her as he playfully moaned. He let go of her tongue and started kissing her lips. His arms resting around her shoulders as he gyrated, her penis being sucked into his ass.

"W-wait, what?!? What about your girlfriend!?" Amara was still absolutely blown away by what was happening.

Brandon slowly and softly started biting her neck, running his tongue around her ear before whispering.

"I don't want her..."

"... I want you."

"So, fuck me."

Amara couldn't believe what she was hearing. The force of his bouncing was causing her to lose her balance. She stumbled backwards and fell onto a sofa, they landed with a thud as her cock went careening up inside him, taking her whole length. He no longer cared who could see them. He just wanted her to fuck him relentlessly. By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, gathering round to watch Brandon's performance.

Amara put her hands around his waist.

"No," he stopped her. "Let me do the work," he grinned devilishly.

Brandon started to grind and force his ass down on her huge cock making sure it had sunk in all the way. Amara lay back and folded her arms behind her head, looking down at this boy riding her so intensely.

Everyone could see Amara's huge black cock slopping out before being swallowed back in Brandon's pale white ass. The girls were already cheering them on as everyone watched. Even the other guys who were there watched with their mouths wide open.

He placed both his hands on her shoulders, plunging his asshole over her thick cock. Brandon was really going to town, he rode her like a pornstar. It was such a powerful ride that the chair, which had previously made no sound, was creaking and cracking beneath them, like it was going to give way at any moment. He would slam his ass right down then gyrate all over her, getting faster and faster. He leaned in as his ass rolled around her cock, passionately kissing her.

The kiss was so intense, it was like they were actually in love. Exploring each others mouths, saliva building up as their tongues flicked and rolled around together, embracing each other like lovers. He could feel her dick getting harder. He tensed up, squeezing her cock as hard as he could. He leaned back to look at her, passionately riding her as he let out soft feminine moans.

"Fuck me, white boy, you're actually gonna make me cum!" Amara panted.

"Oh yeah?" Brandon flirted, lowering his eyes. He lifted his ass into the air moving back and forth so only her tip was slipping in and out, his rim squishing and pulsating around her bulbous head.

He started whispering in her ear.

"I want to swallow everything you have, give it to me..."

Brandon stood off her as her cock stayed rock hard pointing up. Her balls were jolting, cum was gonna explode from the tip, any second. All he wanted was Amara's thick salty load. He got on his knees between her legs as she sat on the sofa.

Amara's head flew back as Brandon began to devour her cock. He had no gag reflex anymore. He was rapidly launching her shaft right down his throat, over and over, in and out, his lips reaching the base of her cock every time, the walls of his throat hugging and constricting around her dick.

He eased back, his tongue cascading down her shaft as he used both hands to gently squeeze and massage her big black balls. His tongue looped and swirled around the head of her penis, before completely engulfing her again, his head vigorously bobbing, drenching her penis with his saliva. He wasn't going to slow down, he was desperate for her load.

Amara was making high pitched squeals of pleasure. The girls were shocked, no one had ever heard her make a sound like this before. They didn't even know she was capable of it. Her loud fast girly moans were accompanied by the sounds of sucking and slobbering, echoing throughout the room.

"Oh my fucking God, who is this guy?! Oh shit, HOLY FUCK!"

She couldn't take it anymore. Her breathing was so heavy, you must have been able to hear it from outside. She looked up at the ceiling, her legs were stiffening, toes curling up. Her balls were tightening, as they felt like they were ascending. Both her hands were fisting up the cushions of the sofa. At this rate, she was gonna tear them apart. She was going to cum buckets.

"OH!! OH SHIT!!! FUUUCK!! OH MY GOD!!" She howled.

... Finally.

The orgasm hit.

The whole room went quiet...

The only sounds that could be heard were Amara's whimpers and the loud heavy swallowing sounds of what must have been gallons of thick seamen, ejaculating, being gulped down a throat.

Her mouth was agape, small squeaks and gasps of air escaped her. She couldn't speak, couldn't move, her eyes staring in disbelief as her dick flopped out of Brandon's mouth. She lay pressed into the sofa, her body quivering, her penis jolting. He had sucked her entire soul out.

Brandon turned around to face everyone.

It was silent.

He looked around, wiping the cum from his lips.

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Suddenly all hell broke loose.

"MY TURN, MY TURN!!"

The ladies started shouting and screaming as they desperately began fishing their cocks out.

"NO, ME NEXT, WAIT YOUR TURN!!"

The girls began pushing each other trying to get to Brandon first

"Ladies, please." A voice called out but was ignored.

Erect cocks were swinging everywhere as the girls tripped over each other, wrestling at the chance to get a shot of Brandon next.

"IT'S MY FUCKING TURN! BACK OFF!!"

"Ladies?" Again it was ignored as the women raged and argued with each other. It was starting to get dangerous, was someone actually gonna throw a punch?

"LADIES!" The voice roared and the noise stopped.

Alexis walked through, grabbing Brandon's dog leash, guiding him through the pack of hungry shemales.

"We will be back soon, I just need a quick word with our star here. Oh, and can someone please check on Amara? I did try to warn her..." She smirked.

The girls collectively sulked as they left the room.

"Aw what? No fair!"

The pair walked through to a separate room in the apartment, Alexis closed the door behind them.

"Brandon, listen. I am so proud of you. I spoke to Estelle, you really made her day. I can see you made an impression on the big bad Amara too, no one has ever heard her squeal like that!" She laughed.

"I did promise you a reward though." She turned away from him.

"You have been amazing ever since I have known you... You have done everything I've asked of you and tonight I realized how special you truly are. From now on, I promise to leave you alone, as will Tabatha... seriously, Brandon, thank you for everything."

She turned round to see that Brandon wasn't even paying attention. He looked incredibly bored by what she was saying. It seemed his mind was fixated on something else.

Alexis looked surprised, this reward was what he always wanted.

"Hmmm? Wait... Do you--"

Alexis realized what he really wanted.

"You're waiting for me to let you go back through there, aren't you?"

He nodded with a big smile on his face, it was still flushed red. The trance wasn't wearing off. What did this mean?

"You seriously, want to keep going with this?"

He nodded again.

"No, I need you to say it, If I let you go back through there, they are gonna tear you apart. Are you sure you want this?"

"Alexis, can we hurry this up?"

She was stunned but giggled.

"Alright, if that's what you want sweetie...

Umm... how about a quick little blowjob for me before you go back? I'm a bit jealous of Amara actually." She blushed as she started rummaging around in her panties.

Brandon's eyes lit up as he dropped to the floor, immediately taking her dick in his mouth.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down, baby!" She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, leaning against the wall, a smile spreading across her face. Brandon slurped and gagged on her cock, putting all his skills into it. It was so sloppy, just how she liked it.

"When I think back to the first time you ever blew me, until now? You really are amazing, Brandon, Fuuuck!"

Outside the room everyone was talking about Brandon and what had just happened.

"Is he coming back?"

"Alexis is so lucky, how did she find him!?"

"I've never heard the Mighty Amara moan so girly before!"

"It's no fair, I want someone to ride me, like that!"

"He better come back!"

Alexis could be heard moaning from outside the room.

She stiffened up. One finger was squelching in her asshole while his other hand, jacked her off. Her balls churned as Brandon self served her load into his mouth, gulping down everything she had.

"Never change, Brandon," she let out a satisfied sigh, as she pulled her panties back up, kissing him on the forehead.

"Come on, let's go back through."

The room went quiet as they entered.

"Listen, ladies, I have to go for now, I'll be back in a few hours or so. Brandon here, tells me he is ready to take on all of you..."

She walked over to the front door, opening it. She turned to face the room.

"Have fun with him, girls."

She winked, closing the door behind her as she left.

The immediate sounds of chaos erupted from behind the door. She smiled and shook her head, as she made her way to her car.

To be continued?

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Thank you for making it to the end!

I have a few idea's on how to end it in Ch.3 but I'm honestly torn on which route to go. If there are enough comments with suggestions, I'll try and merge what I can, and come up with something.

Again, thank you. xxx