Bob and Jeanette's New Girl

by JamieLin

 

Suggesting JamieLin glowed didn't begin to capture the picture. She was on fire. So many new feelings and sensations. Was it only last week she had answered the provocative personal, "Bob and Jeanette seek Ted and Alice. . . in one! Interested gurls?" Now she stood in their kitchen the morning after. The morning after!

She lifted and turned her ankle, admiring Mistress's gift of high heeled mary jane's, sexily strapped around her nylon clad foot. JamieLin luxuriated in her short satin nightie, the silk robe and the restraining electric yellow and black thong, several sizes too small. All loaned to her by JamieLin's wonderful new Mistress, Jeanette. What a sight she must be. Hardly the most coordinated or appropriate look for 7 a.m. in this tony Georgetown neighborhood. She needed new clothes, and first of all shoes. She loved the come fuck me look she was wearing, but not for this time of day. Yes, she simply must get more shoes. Yes, first the shoes. Shoes! Shoes! Shoes! Shoes!

JamieLin smiled to herself, standing as she sipped her herbal tea. She didn't want to sit. This morning she had been impressed discovering that when she rose from the bed, Bob still leaked from her. It had been his third orgasm that deposited seed deep within her, but his virility was substantial. Now she thrilled at the slow trail trickling down the inside of her left thigh, this remembrance of her submission, no doubt forgotten by Bob almost the moment he finished.

Bob was all man. There was no question of that, but JamieLin wondered if he was what a Real Woman calls a Real Man. JamieLin doubted it. He had the equipment. Did he! JamieLin shivered in the memory's excitement. Only he didn't know how to use it. Or didn't care to. Did it really matter which? The one thing that mattered to Bob sexually was his gratification. Bob didn't make love. He rutted.

It was only last night that she met the young professional couple. Bob was a non descript lawyer with a DC lobbying firm. His wife, Jeanette, was a bit evasive saying only she was involved in government. But JamieLin knew the real truth. Mistress Jeanette was an angel. From the second she witnessed the radiant blonde hair, soft soulful eyes, sugared nose and disarming smile, JamieLin was in love; her heart was gone forever. She would do anything for Jeanette's happiness, and sacrifice all to save such a gentle creature from harm.

JamieLin had proved that quickly enough. Less than an hour after meeting, Mistress had suggested the three go home. Bob had other plans and roughly hustled JamieLin to the men's room. With his strong hand gripping just above her left elbow, JamieLin was forced ahead as Bob hissed directions in her ear. The bathroom door jarred sharply against the wall with a loud crack as Bob urgently opened it. As usual, the smell and lack of cleanliness repulsed JamieLin. Men were such slobs. Bob pressed her toward the stalls, and JamieLin was relieved to see only one man inside, leaning close to the urinal. The rush and noise had startled him. He had tried to turn and see. Did he? Was JamieLin ready for that humiliation?

"Good morning princess. Aren't you a pretty fag today?" JamieLin was shaken from her daydream by the coarseness of Bob's contemptuous remark. Mindful, JamieLin smiled prettily, "Good morning, Bob."

Although undistinctive, he was nevertheless dressed immaculately in a dark Marks & Spencer power suit. He pulled the end chair from the breakfast nook, and sat sideways to the table, facing the kitchen where JamieLin worked. His left arm resting on the table, two fingers pressed into his temple, the thumb at his cheek, he propped his head just so cockily. Bob's wingtip shoes were firmly planted on the floor, his legs spread toward JamieLin as he slouched slightly in the chair, making his pelvis more pronounced. She immediately recognized the message of dominance.

Carrying the porcelain china cup and saucer of freshly brewed coffee, JamieLin tottered toward Bob in her new heels. Those shoes! Those beautiful, hot, sexy shoes! They were betraying her now. Emphasizing she wasn't a Real Woman.

"A little tipsy this morning, eh? Hitting the bottle so early? Why JamieLin, I think you have a problem," Bob snorted with disdain.

Again, JamieLin only smiled through the indignity as she set the coffee before him. "Can I make you some breakfast, dear?"

Matter of factly, Bob lifted his head from his hand, grabbed the paper and snapped it open. "No time. Not for me. No. The sports page and a cup of coffee will have to do me today." She turned away. "But JamieLin. . . " She turned back. Bob was looking over his paper now, plainly leering at her. ". . . a gurl should never skip breakfast. You know what to do." With an upward nod of his head he flatly directed, "Get going."

Bob returned to his sports. JamieLin hesitated for a moment before dropping to her knees before Bob. His only reaction was to take a sip of coffee and turn the page. JamieLin drew down the zipper that seemed to go on forever. Obviously, Bob had a meticulous tailor that understood the needs of his well-endowed customers. Still, JamieLin struggled to free Bob's rigid member and taut balls from their confines.

Confronted with Bob's manhood, JamieLin was again affected by the raw power it projected. Her senses were overwhelmed with the smells of fresh deodorant soap on Bob's softly skinned, rock-hard penis. The manly feel of premium wool, which heightened JamieLin's awareness of her own delicate satin and silk coverings. But most of all the taste. That she hadn't expected. That cockflesh had its own unique taste, and once more she was flooded with those figurative feelings of wetness stirring in her own sexuality.

But why? This act was even less sexy than last night. Was the unselfish act of submitting and serving itself how JamieLin achieved gratification? Was this her own selfish secret?

She engulfed Bob's erection. Early in the morning, her mouth was dry, and it hurt. Bob was indifferent as JamieLin labored over her ministrations. His mind engaged in the latest millionaire athlete's on-field performance, the sex act was strictly a physiological response. His testicles demanded release, just as his lungs demanded air. Completely the opposite of JamieLin, emotionally, this man was completed detached from sex.

Not that he couldn't be intellectually engaged. JamieLin knew he could be intensely focused on the moment. Last night Bob had shoved her into the stall and pushed in behind her. The stall door clattering closed. So intent on his objective, he didn't even pause to latch the door. As she had been instructed, JamieLin spun and sat on the toilet. She hugged her knees to her chest, placing her shoes on the seat so no one would see more than one person in the stall. Little good that would do, she could see the stall door ajar at least an inch.

As JamieLin looked up she could see that Bob had already loosened his belt, undone his fly and was pushing his pants down over his ass as he stepped forward, straddling her. Reaching to his mouth he grabbed a wad of spit with his hand and rubbed it on the head of his towering dick. For this brief instant JamieLin could admire him. Its length, girth, coursing veins, the slightly purple bulbous head, now glistening before her. But most of all, and this nearly made JamieLin cum on the spot, was its upswept curvature. Images of such cocks had always made JamieLin cream. In all his days of watching porn he had concentrated on the Women. Watching the abandon on Their faces as They sucked such beautiful tools, or had them plunged deep into their bodies. He had never wanted to be with those Women. He wanted to be those women!

Seizing the back of JamieLin's head with his left hand, with his right Bob jammed the giant cock into her mouth. He pressed right past her gag reflex. Grabbing the sides of her head he began pistonning in and out, ravaging JamieLin's face. She was ready for this. Many nights she had sucked her plastic toys in bed, playing with her little self. Dreaming she was a Woman. Perfecting Their skills. Held so firmly, she couldn't see well but saw Bob's head was thrown back. He grunted quietly with the effort. Not just his cock was rigid, but his entire body was tense, building for the release.

He had been working only about 60 seconds when it happened. With a final thrust he ejaculated. JamieLin was overpowered with emotion and stimulation. All the earlier episodes of masturbatory delight where she scooped up her own cum, or those rare moments where she spurted far enough to reach her own face, could never have prepared her for the feel, taste, texture and power of cum deposited directly in her mouth. The confirmation of JamieLin's femininity, and her successful fulfillment of Bob's animal lust. Her little boy clit buzzed!

"I see you're not wasting time taking advantage of your new situation, Bob." Mistress Jeanette's musical voice registered in JamieLin's brain, returning her to the reality of the task before her.

"Yes, I am, and I must say Jeanette, this was probably your most brilliant idea ever. This little slut is going to come in quite handy for my needs. Although I don't expect she'll be using her hands much." He finished with a chuckle.

"Now, Bob, you be nice. That little slut as you call her is my property, not yours. Unless you want to lose privileges with her, just like you have with me, you'll treat her accordingly!"

Hearing Bob chastised this way, and the confirmation that, within the household at least, she alone was blessed to make love with her Mistress, JamieLin was motivated to greater exertions. Sucking Bob with all her vigor, JamieLin used every skill she had ever practiced. Mistress Jeanette had promised; so long as Bob was kept satisfied, JamieLin would be Her lover!

Interupted from the sports page by his angelic wife's words, Bob was back on task too. He grabbed JamieLin's hair and pumped her face. Less than a minute later, he poured forth his semen once more, and again JamieLin reveled in the moment where Bob's body responded to her just like a Real Woman.

Finished, Bob pushed JamieLin's head away. Standing forcefully, the back of his knees sent the simple chair sliding back several feet across the floor. He stepped away and tucked himself back into his pants with as much dignity as he could muster. With his best feigned look of determination and authority he looked first to his wife, then JamieLin still on the floor, sitting on her haunches, calves tucked under her, her feet splayed to either side. Grabbing his attache and sports page, Bob stepped around JamieLin and headed for the door, muttering "whatever!"

"No, Don't forget your sports page! What would a day be like without sports?" Jeanette taunted.

The kitchen door closed behind Bob with a rattle. The two Women, one Real, one sissy, listened as they heard his steps cross the drive, the deep metallic click of the opening door, followed by the crisp chunk of it closing. Finally, the engine of his BMer fired. Bob raced the engine momentarily, then threw it into gear. The cold transmission whined in protest as he backed into the street.

Jeanette crossed the floor where JamieLin still sat, her hands resting in her lap, head down. She stroked JamieLin's hair, and the sissy turned her head toward her Love. She hugged her Mistress's beautiful golden tanned thighs, burying her face between them, savoring the smell and touch. Would they now make love again just like last night when Bob had finished?

With her long slender fingers, Mistress Jeanette lightly lifted JamieLin's chin. "Look at me, sweetheart. You were wonderful. Believe me you were."

With complete loving adoration, JamieLin gazed at the youthful Woman, now transformed from last night's sexy business attire, to an equally provocative powder blue tennis dress, trimmed in bright yellow. "Take some time for yourself, hon. Maybe a hot bath. Put on my lotion when you're through. I know you don't want to, but I'm afraid you'll have to put on your male clothes once more, but when I get back, we'll go shopping."

JamieLin asked, "is Mistress meeting Her friends at the club?"

"Not exactly," she giggled. "I'm meeting my tennis pro. He's certainly friendly. All Real Men are, but no, I wouldn't call him my friend. Now you go clean up." As JamieLin stood and walked away, she received a playful slap on her bottom and the admonition to "cheer up! We'll have a marvelous day."

JamieLin was sure she and her Mistress would, but there was no hiding the feeling of jealousy rising within her. Was mistress only teasing, or would there be a workout off court as well as on this morning? She knew, from time to time, Mistress would need what only a Real Man could provide, but she'd hoped to have Her to herself for at least a little while.

Then JamieLin caught herself. She thought, "you are such a selfish bitch! Why should you be jealous? You can never give Mistress all that she requires. How for even a moment can you think of depriving Her pleasure when she caters to your every need?" Now satisfied in her own little head, JamieLin skipped the last few steps to the stairs. She ascended them every bit like the lady she was, looking forward to her bath, the shopping, and maybe, just maybe, a treat from Mistress in between!

  

  

  

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