1. Chrissie, Chapter 3


    Date: 8/16/2024, Categories: Cross-dressing, Author: cwcobblestone 

    Wednesday’s cleaning shift took a lecherous twist and my Rebecca Anne Martin obsession boiled over into full-blown delirium.

Since the schedule called for light house cleaning on Mondays and Wednesdays after work, I normally would have waited until the weekend to scrub the floors. But Karl had tracked mud through the house, and the carpets and linoleum needed immediate attention. Stripping to my teddy and stockings, I hung my suit in the hall closet, gathered the cleaning supplies, and got busy.

Rebecca and Karl were chilling on the couch watching television and passing a joint back and forth when I approached them clutching a can of carpet cleaner.

I cleared my throat. “Um, excuse me.”

Rebecca looked up from the TV. “What, baba?”

“Uh, is it okay if I spray this on the carpet right now to let it set before I start on the bathroom and kitchen?”

She shrugged. “Go ahead, as long as it don’t stink.”

“Um, thank you, Mrs. Martin.”

Karl nodded at his empty can. “I need another beer first, sissy.”

“Yessir.”

Within a few seconds, Karl had his Bud and I was on my knees a few feet away, cleaning up the mess he’d made.

As I applied the solution to the mud stains, Rebecca shook her head at me and sighed. “My husband is such a slob.” She smacked his leg. “Can’t you take off your damned boots when you been working in the mud all day instead of tracking it everywhere?”

Karl chuckled. “Hey, that’s what we got the sissy for. Chrissie likes cleaning shit ...
    ... like this, don’t you, Chrissie?”

“Uh, yes, sir.” I threw in: “Thank you, sir.”

“See?” Karl toked his joint.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Well, hurry up, damn it; you still got everything else to do tonight, too. I don’t want you here till midnight.”

“Y-yes, Mrs. Martin.”

I quickened my pace and finished spraying the cleaner on the carpet before moving to the bathroom, since that was the easiest. After scrubbing mud from the floor tiles, I wiped yellow drops of Karl’s piss from the toilet rim, a recurring chore.

Next, I tackled the kitchen. While on my hands and knees polishing the tiles at the base of the refrigerator, I glanced into the living room and gasped — my angel’s head was bobbing up and down in Karl’s lap as he relaxed on the couch!! I tried to look away but the smug sonofabitch caught me gawking and flashed a double thumbs-up.

“Damn, this feels good, Chrissie.” He leered. “She ever do this for you?”

I peeked up at Rebecca. She locked eyes with me, holding the dick in her mouth for a few seconds before winking and continuing the blowjob.

“Did she?” Karl demanded.

I was certain he already knew the answer. “Um … no, sir. She … she never did.”

“Well, let me tell you, Chrissie, you don’t know what you’re missing. Ol’ girl can suck a dick.”

Rebecca lifted her mouth from the cock with a pop and pouted my way. “I’m sorry I never gave you blowjobs when we were dating, Chrissie. Don’t take it personal, baba; a girl only wants to do that for a ...
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