Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 4 - Mein Herrin! I Can Dance! - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 4 - Mein Herrin! I Can Dance!

... passed by. It didn't help that his flashy purple suit drew attention naturally.

“You not gonna be long, right?” He asked as they closed in on the restrooms.

“Nope. Just a few. Wait right here” Shireen instructed before strutting down the short hallway. Markus turned and leaned against the wall.

Directly opposite him was a table seating three, large, white women. Calling them large was polite, actually. They were enormous, stocky women who all looked to be in their forties and fifties. They weren't alone, either. A trio of sissy maids was just below the table, each servicing their charges in the way the women preferred.

By coincidence or not, all three of the sissies were dark skinned. They were being put through their paces by the blubbery, white club-goers. The first maid was licking the first woman's boots up and down. He coated the length of her footwear with utter disregard for his increasingly raw tongue and total reverence for her shiny footwear.

On the right side of the table, the second maid had removed the shoes of the second woman and was giving her enormous feet an extended foot rub. His skillful hands flowed up and down her doughy flesh, kneading them and slipping his fingers through the webs of her toes. The woman moaned in blissful comfort as the sissy went about his business.

The third maid was nowhere to be seen, or at least not the upper half of his body. His torso and legs stuck out from the center of the table under the third woman's ass. ...

... His frilly, white petticoats were displayed to the world as his legs writhed, trying to maintain his footing. The woman gyrated her fat ass on the young man's face, mashing him into the seat as his mouth was put to good use.

Markus watched the bizarre scene for a while as he waited for Shireen. Every now and then one of the two un-buried sissies would glance his way. They looked shocked to see a man who wasn't collared or dressed as a woman. It was as if Markus was some kind of rare, exotic specimen to them.

“Hey, Mr. Purple!” the blonde woman having her boots polished called out. “Come over here!”

Markus pointed to himself and when she nodded yes, he held up his hands and attempted to wave them off.

“That wasn't a request, bitch! I don't see you with a woman. Get over here before I report you to the club!”

Markus bit his tongue and strode forward, still holding his hands up in conciliation. As he got closer, he got an even better look at the three massive white women wedged into the round booth. Their girth barely fit into the wide seating, their stomachs pushed up against the table as they leaned back, enjoying the efforts of the sissy maids. Boot-lady eyed him up and down as he approached.

“You got some nerve wearing that getup in Ishtar!”

“Ma'am, I am here with a woman. She's just in the bathroom” Markus explained, turning briefly and pointing in the proper direction. “She'll be back any minute.”

The brunette getting her feet rubbed scanned him as ...