1. Chrissie, Chapter 3


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

    ... dashed to the bathroom to fetch a towel and when I returned, I kept my gaze downward, not wanting to gawp at my naked mistress. She snatched the towel from my grasp and wiped herself before handing it to her husband, who followed suit, while I stood before them in my frilly underthings, still looking down, still shaking from head to toe.

Karl popped his lips. “Hey, Chrissie, how’d you like to taste Rebecca’s pussy?”

My jaw dropped and my hopes skyrocketed, but they came crashing down an instant later when he smirked and handed me the towel. “Here, lick that, bet you can taste her on there.”

Rebecca giggled as I took the towel from Karl.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Lick it.”

Red-faced, I lifted the towel to my mouth.

“Hee-hee, can you taste her, sissy?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Careful there, sissy, that might be me you’re tasting,” Karl smirked, and I avoided eye contact. He chuckled. “I’m just playing with you, Chrissie; ain’t I been nice to you tonight?”

“Oh, yes, sir, thank you, sir.”

“Then, you think you can do me a little favor, too?”

“Of course, sir. Anything.”

“Great. How about you gas up the Mercedes before you go home?”

I gulped at the humiliation of it, but peeped out a “yessir.”

“Thanks, Chrissie. Just slide the key through the mail slot when you’re through.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

Rebecca sighed. “Well, that was nice, but you need to finish up and go home.” She turned to her husband. “I’m tired, baby; I want to go to sleep. Can’t he ...
    ... just clean up out there? We don’t need to sit and watch him, do we?”

Karl sneered at me. “I don’t know, sissy, you gonna be stealing my wife’s panties?”

“Oh, no, sir, of course not.”

“Then, okay. I guess you can go ahead.”

“Thank you, sir, for … for, um, trusting me.”

Rebecca smiled. “You’re such a doll, Chrissie. You work so hard and put up with so much. You know what?” She nodded at the panties in my hand. “Why don’t you go ahead and just keep those?”

“Oh … oh … Mrs. Martin, thank you. Oh, thank you so much, Mrs. Martin, thank you.”

Karl chuckled. “Damn, I think he done hit the sissy Lotto!”

My angel yawned. “Okay, Chrissie, we’re gonna go to sleep now. Finish up the cleaning and make sure you lock up behind you. Thanks again, baba.”

“Um … okay. Uh … good night, Mrs. Martin. Uh, good night, sir. T-thank you for letting me serve you.”

“No problem, sissy,” Karl said. “Don’t stretch them panties out too bad wearing ‘em, you hear?”

“N-no, sir.” I exited their bedroom, laughing to myself at the absurdity of Karl’s assumption that I would dare consider desecrating the sacred material that had touched my angel’s most private parts by donning the panties myself.

As Rebecca and Karl snoozed, I finished cleaning their house with a song in my submissive heart. And after driving my Mercedes to the Sunoco station and filling it with premium gas, I even spruced up the inside, emptied the trash bag and made sure to return the seat to the position Karl ...
«12345»