A Natural Sissy Part 8

Just as Stacy came back upstairs and told me the recreation room was ready for his tattoo application, the doorbell rang. "That's fine, Stacy. And just in the nick of time. That must be Heather at the door. Go let her in, please."

Stacy looked at me like he could stab me in the chest with his eyes, but he turned to answer the door. He was wearing only his bra, garter belt with stockings, and high heels. Not even a panty or wig. I just sat to see what would happen.

He ushered Heather into the living room, and I saw a very large black man follow them in. I knew of Brut, but had never met him. He just recently got out of prison after serving two years for raping a single white mother of two small children. Now he was working for Heather, who has known him for years.

Heather grabbed Stacy by the balls and pulled down hard as she said, "Stacy, dear, aren't you going to give me a nice welcoming kiss now that I've come to visit?" When he was kneeling, she grabbed his ears and pulled his face to her crotch, covered only by a very short mini skirt.

Poor Stacy. What a sissy must endure. He only said, "Yes, Miss Heather," before raising her skirt and beginning cunnilingus, thrusting his tongue into her pussy. Brut pulled a stopwatch out of his pocket to time the kiss. Heather didn't let go of Stacy's ears for a full six minutes while he "kissed" her. Then with a nudge from Brut she said, "that was a wonderful welcome, Stacy. I'm so glad we're such good friends. She helped him up, and continued, "I'd like you to meet my assistant, Stacy. This is Brut. I'm sure he'd like a nice welcome to your home as well."

Stacy sighed. He knew better than to question what was about to happen. He walked to Brut and without a word knelt, his face just inches from Brut's crotch. Brut was way ahead of him, with his trousers already down to his knees.

I knew immediately that this would not be a blow job. It would be a face fuck.