Bob Jones sat behind his three-thousand-dollar mahogany desk and relished the boner growing in his fashionable silk briefs. Two blonde, twentyish girls sat across from him, their luscious breasts pressing madly against whisper-light bras that bulged thick, erect nipples easily visible through their low-cut, tight cotton blouses. Their long, tan legs emerged from under short denim skirts, crossed so as to allow peeking.

Their names were Nina and Patty, and they had clearly dressed to turn him on. The day before, Nina had interviewed for a job to be Bob’s personal assistant, but when he’d heard her roommate was also looking for work, he told Nina to bring Patty in today. Nina couldn’t miss the way Bob had undressed her with his eyes, so she and her lover had very carefully planned their attire for this meeting. They had plans.

“So, Patty, I see you attended the same vocational school as your friend,” Bob said, glancing between her resume and her deep, stunning cleavage. “I take you also have the requisite office and administrative skills as she does?” He licked his lips.

“Oh yes sir, Mr. Jones,” she purred.

“Well, I’m sorry to say I have only one personal assistant position to offer,” he announced. He smiled to himself as the girls pouted and looked at each other with sad expressions. “However…” he picked up his phone and punched a single button. “Come into my office please, Ms. Quantal. Right away. Yes, drop whatever you’re doing.”

Seven seconds later the administrative assistant in his outer office strolled through the door, notepad in hand. Ms. Quantal was a pretty, thirty-year-old brunette who had a lovely figure to go along with eyes that sparkled with intelligence. She looked expectantly at her boss.

Without even getting up, Bob told her, “I’m afraid I have to let you go as my assistant, Ms. Quantal. Please report to HR and tell them I said to find you a spot in the admin pool.”

“Bu-but, Mr. Jones! Sir! Why?” the lovely MILF gasped.

“Because I’m the president of the company and I can do whatever the hell I want,” he growled. “Now go clean out your desk and get to HR before I change my mind about keeping you on at all, Sara.”

Clamping her mouth tight with anger, Sara Quantal spun on her heel and stomped out of Bob’s inner office. She was careful not to slam the door on the way out. The girls looked at him in surprise.

Bob smiled warmly at them. “Don’t worry about her. She’s too valuable to actually fire. Believe me—she’ll be here every day to coach you on your new jobs as my admin and personal assistants.” He paused significantly. “That is, if you still want to take the jobs.”

The lovers exchanged significant looks before they turned to Bob. “Really?” they said in breathless unison.

“Of course. You’ll both be perfect additions to my office. See you both at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. Okay?’

“Yes sir, Mr. Jones!” Nina and Patty enthused.

Feeling Bob’s gaze on their asses, the girls sashayed into the empty elevator. They turned and waved to him, watching with amusement as he hastened to tear his eyes away from the bodies as he waved back. The girls held their smiles until the elevator doors closed.

Patty turned to Nina. “What a pig.”

“I know. Was I right about him or what?”

The next morning they breezed into Bob Jones’ outer office, where Sara Quantal waited for them behind her former desk. She wore a modest grey business dress and a resigned look as she took a long look at her replacements. She contained a smirk at the brevity of their skirts and the low cut of their blouses.

“Ms. Quantal,” Nina began, “we just want to say how sorry we are that he did that to you.”

“It was totally his idea!” Patty threw in.

The thirtyish brunette exhaled. “I know, I know.” She shook her head. “The worst part is that now I have to train you girls to do my old job. The ungrateful bastard.” She began to tear up.

“Honey…” Nina cooed, stepping in to give her a hug.

Patty stepped in to hug from behind. Sara’s sadness abated quickly as the two luscious girls enveloped her with their firm, buxom warmth. The assistant sighed with sensuous content. Tiny, thrilling chills coursed her flesh at the sensation of the girls pressing against her. Before she knew she was doing it, she stroked Nina’s round ass.

“Oh Sara! I’m so happy you did that,” Nina whimpered, leaning in to give the MILF assistant a gentle kiss, who kissed her back.

They heard the sound of the outer door opening. They quickly separated and smoothed out their clothes.

“Ah, there you are,” Bob Jones said with an oily grin as he breezed into the office. “All looking as sweet as a candy store. I take it Sara is showing you everything.”

“Yes, sir!” the girls chorused.

“Good. You keep doing that.” He tossed his briefcase on his desk and spun on his heel. “I have a board meeting until ten. I trust you all will have made sufficient progress by the time I get back.” A moment later the outer door closed again, cutting off his “Goodbye.”

The women all looked at each other and giggled. Sara tried to apologize but the lovers brushed it off. They said they sometimes couldn’t help themselves and asked Sara to forgive them.

“Let’s just forget all about it,” Sara purred. “Now let me familiarize you with the daily routine here.”

“We’re all ears!” Nina enthused.

“Not me. I’m all hands,” Patty said with a naughty wink.

“Behave yourself!” Nina said, smiling.

“Here we go,” Sara said, taking her place behind his computer.

Nina and Patty woke the next morning on their queen-sized bed amid tousled peach satin sheets. Their cheerleader bodies grazed each other as they stretched, their nipples hardening with excitement as they looked upon each other.

“Do you think Sara will go through with it?” Patty asked.

“She liked our little plan yesterday afternoon. I know she wants to get back at that pig. That’s for certain. Let’s get a shower, lover.”

“I just hope she trusts us and doesn’t back out,” Patty said.

An hour later they strolled into Mr. Jones’ office. Sara was already waiting for them. Sara had followed their suggestion and wore a low cut blouse and a short skirt, plus extra makeup.

“Perfect!” Nina said as she strolled over. She gave their MILF tutor a soft, moist kiss on the lips. “We’re so happy you’re in this with us.”

At nine o’clock on the dot, Bill Jones marched into his outer office with a swagger that bespoke of a man used to getting his way, a man used to always being in charge. However, he gasped as he saw Patty sitting behind the desk. The twenty-two-year-old blonde’s breasts practically spilled out of her low cut, essentially see-thru blouse. Her skirt was so short he not only saw she wasn’t wearing panties—he could see her moist minor labia.

“Patty,” he said with a paternal reproach, “you’re very lovely, however that is not appropriate attire for the office.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jones sir,” she said in a tiny voice. “I never worked in an office before. You… you’re not going to fire me, are you?”

“Perhaps that won’t be necessary,” he said, eagerly drinking in the sight with lust-glazed eyes. “Let me think for a while on what to do.”

“Yes, sir!” she cooed. “Oh, by the way. Sara is here today. She’s training my friend on your computer.”

“Thank you, Patty. I’ll probably call you in later this morning.”

“I look forward to it, Mr. Jones,” she said with a giggle.

When he entered his office he saw his brunette former assistant bent over the front of his desk, sorting some papers. Her rather lovely ass was accentuated by the clinging short skirt. He suddenly realized just how lovely his former assistant was. He fantasized that skirt rolled up and her panties down to her knees—fucking her from behind.

His dick throbbing more each second, he paced over with his hands out, ready to stroke those luscious buns. He had almost taken those two sweet globes in hand when he saw she was wearing earbuds for a music player. Blushing, he backed away as he realized he had almost put himself in a bad situation, even if there were no witnesses.

Wait a second. Are there no witnesses?

He looked around. Nina was nowhere to be seen and the door to the outer office was shut. His boner urged him to grab her lovely ass. If she complained it was her word against his. Nobody would dare give their support to her. Oh, he wanted to feel those asscheeks!

I want to fuck her dripping honey hole!

Sara straightened and turned. She started in surprise and then smiled as she recognized him. She smiled ruefully as she pulled out the earbuds and touched the player controls. “Sorry, Mr. Jones. I didn’t hear you come in. I was laying out some paperwork to show Nina.”

“Wh-where is she?”

“Oh, I just sent her down to Supply for a few things. She should be back in about five or ten minutes. I can call down if you need her.”

“No. No. That’s okay.” He looked her up and down. “I have to say, you look absolutely beautiful—sexy.” He blushed even deeper as that last word slipped out. “You never used to dress like this before.”

“It wouldn’t have been appropriate. You were my boss.”

“I still am your boss, no matter where you work in my company.”

“Yes, but I am hoping to get picked out of the admin pool for a permanent spot as someone else’s assistant.”

“Keep dressing like that and I’ll find a spot for you working for me again. A powerful man like me needs a lot of attention.”

She put her hands on her hips. “You already have two women working for you. What on earth could I do?”

“Bend back over that desk and I’ll show you,” he simpered.

“Mr. Jones!” she protested.

“I love how your ass looks in that skirt. Show it to me!” He thrust his hips forward, showing off his bulge. “Look what you do to me!”

“I think I better be going,” she said nervously. She started to go.

“You go now, you better keep going right to HR for a pink slip.”

She froze. “You’d fire me for not showing you my butt?”

“Over the desk like you were before and flip your skirt up so I can see your ass.”

Blushing and nervous she went over to the desk and bent over. She looked back at him. “You aren’t going to… do anything, are you?”

“Just flip up that skirt and be quiet.” He took out his cock and started jacking off. “Pull down your panties to your knees,” he muttered.

“No, please no! Don’t do that.”

“I’m not going to touch you. Just do it!”

“You can’t make me do this,” she whimpered.

“Do you want your job?”

“Oh, please!”

The clack of the turning doorknob sounded like a gun going off in his ears. He heard the door start to open, the sound of the outer office, and the muffled voice of Nina talking to Patty. Bob managed to tuck his boner into his pants, while Sara smoothed down her skirt and backed away from the desk. Nina entered a moment later.

“Ah, Nina. Good,” he said, turning to face her. “I see you got some supplies. Would you please put those on the table over there for now?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, setting the cardboard box on a short conference table near his desk.

“Good. I want you to follow Sara down to the HR department for our new employee orientation video. Sara, if you’d be good enough to take her and then return to the HR pool until we’re ready for you.”

Bob watched Sara go check the contents of the box, then she took Nina by the hand and left. He sat shakily at his desk, realizing how close he’d come to getting caught. The problem was, his dick was still as hard as a bar of iron. Then he remembered his exchange with Patty.

He picked up his phone. “Patty would you please lock the outer office, set the phone to go to voicemail and come in here, please?”

“Yes, sir!” she said over the phone.

His cock had softened up somewhat since Nina had nearly walked in on Sara and him, but the sight of Patty in her revealing clothes and her nipples poking through the fabric made him rock hard again.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Jones?” she asked sweetly.

“I’ve been giving some thought about how I could take some… corrective action about your inappropriate attire without firing you.”

“What sort of corrective action, Mr. Jones?” she said weakly.

“I think… if you got over my lap and I gave you a spanking—”

“A spanking?”

“Or I could fire you.”

She whimpered like a little girl. “Do I have to?”

“Yes.” He rolled back his chair. His throbbing boner bulged against his pants. “Right now.”

He moaned softly as her pubic mound pressed into his crotch when she draped herself over his lap. Breathing hard, he pulled back the ultra mini skirt to expose her naked ass. Yanking the edges of the front of her skirt, he pulled that up too. He was thrilled that her smooth, shaved labia were pressing on his pants.

He spanked her firmly but not too hard, enjoying her little yelps and cries. He loved the pink flush that spread over those perfect butt cheeks. He could tell from the musky scent that her pussy was juicing. She was getting horny from this. All of a sudden he began spanking her much more firmly, and her yelps became cries of pain.

He waited until he heard her weeping and he stopped. He gently swept his hand over her burning asscheeks, massaging the pain away. Within a minute she had begun to moan and gasp with pleasure. She lightly ground her crotch into his.

Now was the time!

“You can get off my lap, Patty,” he said kindly. He watched her stand unsteadily. “You better get on your knees while you’re so dizzy.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jones,” she sighed, dropping in front of him.

Oh, those perfect pouty lips of hers!

He held her eye as he unfastened and unzipped his pants. Licking his lips he pulled out his fully erect dick. He nodded toward it. “Go ahead, Patty. Suck it.”

“For real?” she said incredulously.

“You want to keep your job don’t you?”

By late afternoon, the sexual hijinks of that morning seemed to have been forgotten. Sara had trained the two roomies all day long while Bob Jones had split his time between meetings, phone calls, and short interactions with his new assistants. As his lust had cooled down after he’d cum in Patty’s mouth, he became all business. He realized he’d probably gotten away with impropriety that he’d best not try again.

He sat at his desk and studied reports. He looked up when Patty knocked on the door and opened it. She carried a large paper cup of gourmet coffee, explaining that Sara told her what to get him and when to bring it. He smiled as she sashayed to his desk. He thanked her and took his first sip. The temperature was perfect!

Sometime later Bob Jones felt himself struggling out of a thick, blanketing haze. He realized he was waking up, but he had no recollection of falling asleep. What’s more, he didn’t feel the familiar cushioning of his thousand-dollar mattress. He was sitting upright in a chair and—his arms were tied to the chair!

He forced his eyes open. He gasped to see he was tied to his office chair, and that Sara, Nina and Sally stood across the desk from him. They all had predatory smiles. Then he saw the large video monitor on the desk, one that had a webcam perched on top of it. The camera was live on him and displaying on the monitor. He was naked!

“What… what’s happening?” he slurred.

“A bit of feminist justice,” Nina sneered.

As he became more clearheaded, Bob saw that Nina and Patty both held pink disposable razors. He looked more closely at his body: his legs, his arms, his chest and stomach had been shaved totally smooth.

“What have you done? Let me go this instant or I’ll have you all arrested for kidnapping and false imprisonment.”

“You’re the one with legal troubles, Bob. Not us,” Sara snickered. She touched a key on his computer. The live video was replaced by a webcam view of him jacking off at Sara’s naked bottom. The audio had caught everything, including his threat to fire her for not bending over and pulling down her panties.

“Oh my God!” he gasped.

“That’s nothing,” Patty tittered, stepping in to press another key. The display switched to a video of the whole encounter with her: the threat to fire her, the bare-ass spanking and the coerced blowjob.

Nina switched it off when it finished playing. “Of course, I will testify that you refused to hire me unless I brought in my roommate for an interview. That would be a lie of course, but after this video everyone will believe it’s true.”

“I just read of a case where a woman won a two-million-dollar judgment against her boss—without video,” Sara said with a frosty smile. She looked back and forth between the girls. “We could end up owning this company, Bobby.” She got in his face and her grin got even bigger. “Of course, your wife will take everything we don’t.”

The shock reflected on his face was that of a man who’d just lost his home during a disastrous weekend in Las Vegas. A tear rolled down his face. “What do you want?” he whined.

“That’s the spirit!” Nina said. “To start with, we all want raises.”

“Triple our current salary,” Patty said.

“And of course, company stock,” Sara added.

Bob shook his head in resignation. “Is that all?”

“Oh, no! We want to teach you a lesson,” Nina chortled.

“Wh-what kind of lesson?”

“You see how we shaved your body? You’re going to get a lesson in what it’s like to be a woman,” Patty said. “An objectified one.”

“A sex object,” Sara said.

“Oh God, no!” Bob whined. “That’s perverted.”

“So is forcing a woman into sex,” Sara snapped. “Will you obey?”

Bob exhaled heavily, a beaten man. “I don’t have any choice.”

“Good girl!” Nina chirped and then started untying his wrists.

Patty pulled out a pair of sheer pink panties. “For you, Bobby. You’ll look so cute in them!”

She held them up at his eye level. Bob was horrified to feel his cock tingling. He tried to will it not to get hard. These girls would have a field day if they saw him getting turned on. Patty knelt down and put his feet through the panties. She slid them up to the chair cushion.

“Raise your ass up, Bob,” Patty commanded.

He shuddered as the silky material slid over his ass and crotch, his tingling dick. He whimpered as he felt the blood rush into his member, which plumped up. Within a minute his cock was hard enough to tent the see-thru pink nylon fabric.

“Girls, we have us a panty man!” Nina chortled.

Bob blushed bright red. To his chagrin, his embarrassment only made his cock throb harder.

Nina motioned to the ten-foot long leather couch on the far wall. “That’s where we’ll do it.”

“D-do wh-what?” he stammered.

“Turn you into a sissy,” Patty gloated as she left with Sara.

“Oh my God,” he moaned in misery.

She brought her face within an inch of his. “Judging from that boner you’ve got, we’re doing you a favor.”

He bit his lip and gave her such a wistful expression, her expression turned compassionate. “I don’t want to be turned on by this.” He whined.

“You can’t help what you are,” Nina said. “Don’t fight it.”

Sara and Patty returned with a couple of gym bags and a large makeup mirror. They made Bob kneel in front of the sofa, facing Patty who sat on the edge. Next to her was a large professional kit used by makeup artists. Nina positioned the mirror so he could watch as the young blonde painted his face.

Twenty minutes later, Patty regarded his face. “Get me the pink haired wig,” she said.

Nina handed her a big platinum blonde wig with shocking pink streaks. She snugged it on his head and nodded with satisfaction. Then Sara dumped a sheer pink bra and garterbelt to match his panties on the floor, followed by lacy nude stockings and high heel pumps. The three women watched as he hesitantly put the clothes on. By now his hard cock was trickling precum.

“Kneel,” Sara ordered when he was finally dressed.

Nina handed the mirror to Sara. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Gladly!” Sara said. She held the mirror in front of Bob. “Take a look at the new you, Bobby.”

With horrified eyes he looked into the mirror and gasped. Patty had done an amazing job: he looked like one of the shemales he’d seen when he got adventurous in his porn surfing. His cock ached with lust at the sight of his feminized self. He felt so disgusted by his own lust.

“Please! Don’t make me look anymore!” he cried.

“Don’t you like being a sex object?” Sara mocked.

“No!”

“Welcome to the club, Bobby,” she sneered.

Nina got a thoughtful look. “You know, I was thinking that ‘Bob’ or ‘Bobby’ really isn’t a fitting name for our slut. Too masculine.”

“What do you suggest?” Patty asked with a grin, playing along.

“I was thinking… ‘Honey’—like he calls every woman. It’s such a classic female putdown.”

“I love it,” Sara said. She turned to “Honey” and said, “You answer to that from now on. And you will answer!”

“Such a pretty sissy our Honey is,” Nina said. She looked at Patty. “Well, Sis. I think it’s time, isn’t it?’

“T-time for what?” Bob whimpered.

“It’s time you earn your girl name, Honey,” Nina said. She reached into one of the gym bags Sara and Patty brought back. She extracted two ten-inch, lifelike dildos with harnesses, a big bottle of lube, and a box of latex rubber gloves.

“Oh… my… God!” Bob gasped.

“Okay girls,” Nina said. “Rock-scissors time!”

The three women played rock-scissors-papers for the honor to take his anal virginity, and Nina won. She immediately passed on the honors to Sara saying the older woman had earned the right from having to work for the bastard for years.

“Get on your hands and knees in front of the mirror, Honey,” Nina ordered as she started unbuttoning her blouse.

Sara, Nina and Patty all stripped down naked so they wouldn’t get their clothes sweaty or dirty. Bob realized that all of them being naked underscored their power. With a gleam in her eyes, Sara pulled on a latex glove. Bob was awestruck how beautiful Sara was—athletically slender with ample breasts and her gorgeous, round ass.   

I used to fantasize of fucking her in here, he thought. Now, she’s going to be the one fucking me*!*

He gasped as his nude longtime assistant fondly stroked his ass like he was a dog. “That’s quite a boner you have there, Honey,” she said.

“Yes, Sara,” he moaned in embarrassment.

“This turns you on, doesn’t it, Honey?” she sneered.

“Yes, Sara,” he almost sobbed.

“Let’s see what else you like,” she said.

She pulled the back hem of his panties below his bottom, while his cock remained fully erect tenting the front. Bob heard a wet, squishing sound. A moment later he barely suppressed a squeal as Sara’s slippery gloved finger slipped between his smooth asscheeks and massaged his anus. His breathing picked up quickly.

Bob whimpered as her finger traced circles around his butthole with slowly increasing pressure. His dick was so hard it ached from the tip to the root of his tool and his balls. Then his asshole opened up and eagerly swallowed her finger. He sobbed with mortified joy.

“Good girl, Honey,” his former secretary coaxed in a motherly voice. “You’re such an eager slut, aren’t you?”

He whimpered even louder and then whispered, “Yes, Sara.”

He blushed deep red as he realized these three women were staring as him as he groaned with pleasure. He was shocked by how much he loved the feverish, nasty feeling of Sara’s gloved finger sliding up his horny, spasming butthole.

Nina knelt by his face, a lusty smile on her lips. “It feels good, doesn’t it, Honey?”

“Oh yes, Nina,” he gasped.

“What if she was to stop?” the sexy domme asked.

“Oh please don’t!” he whined. “Please don’t stop. I want it!”

“Another finger, Sara,” Patty suggested.

“Oh, yes!” Bob sighed. He groaned with pleasure as his MILF aide slid a second finger up his rectum. “Oh! Oh! Oh! I’m gonna—”

Nina reached under and gently clutched his swelling balls to give them a light squeeze. He grunted deeply as he shot his load into his panties. Sara felt his butthole clamp around her fingers with each spurt of cum. Gasping and crying and whimpering with intense pleasure, Bob fell down to his elbows. He groaned in ecstasy as his former secretary slid her gloved fingers out.

“Nobody gave you permission to relax, slut!” Patty snapped. “Assume the position!”

Shakily, Bob got to his knees. It felt strange with his wilting boner in his panties and the back hem clinging beneath his asscheeks. Then he felt the sticky mess in his panties. He looked down. At least a full tablespoon of cum clung to the sheer nylon.

“Uh-on!” Nina chortled. “Sissy made a mess.”

“Yes, he did,” Sara said.

“Well, he should clean them out,” Patty said. “Stand up, Honey.”

Blushing from head to toe, Bob stood. Under Nina’s orders, he carefully slid the cum-filled panties down his legs. He stared in fascination at his own spunk collected in a little puddle in the crotch of the panties. He knew what was coming next.

“On your knees again, Honey,” Patty ordered. “Then lick it all up.”

Scarcely able to breathe from a mixture of mortification and thrill, Bob dropped to his knees. He looked at the sticky white mess in the crotch of his panties. The smell of cum grew strong as he brought it to his face. Then he pushed his mouth to the glut of thick, fragrant jizz and lapped it up.

“Such a good sissy our Honey is,” Sara said, chuckling.

His semen was still warm as it coated his lips and tongue, its flavor so musky and tangy. He shuddered with lust as he savored it.

“Does it taste good, sissy Honey?” Nina asked.

“Oh yes, Nina,” he breathed between licks and swallows.

“Did you enjoy getting fucked, Honey?” Nina asked.

“Yes. Very much, Nina.”

“Excellent. You’re well on your way to being a proper sissy. Sara, would you be so good as hand the dildos and harnesses to Patty and me? It’s time for Honey’s next lesson.” Nina looked at Bob. “Bend all the way over your desk and spread your legs.”

“Yes, Nina.”

Bob shuddered as his lean, naked belly lay against the cool wood of his desk, barely insulated by the bra and garterbelt he still wore. His nylon stockinged legs were spread wide. His tingling dick was trapped under his abdomen. He watched the young lesbos strap on those huge latex cocks, and he realized they would fuck him as long as they wanted.

My dick is getting hard again!

“Hips or lips?” Nina asked playfully.

“I wanna fuck his sissy ass,” Patty said.

“Be my guest, baby,” Nina replied.

Nina stepped up to the edge of the desk near his head. She opened her mouth wide and looked pointedly at him. As he parted his lips, she fed the realistic looking dick into his mouth. Without being told, he began sucking hungrily. He whined with desire as he felt Patty pushing his legs further apart and then the fat, slippery latex cockhead up against his slick and horny asshole.

He whimpered around Nina’s dildo as her lover slowly pressed deep up into his sissy cunt, deep into his quivering rectum. Tears of joy sprang from his eyes and ran down his face. His cock got fully hard yet again and the roommates methodically, rhythmically fucked his asshole and his sucking mouth. He began aware of Sara squatting down by his face.

“My, my, Mr. Jones,” she said with a naughty, satisfied smile. “No way would I have ever guessed you for a sissy slut. But I am loving every minute of this… Honey.”

He blushed deeply but he kept moaning and whimpering as the girls fucked his asshole and his mouth. It began to dawn on him that given all the power they had over him, he’d have to do pretty much everything they told him. It was scary, because he didn’t know Nina and Patty or what they might be capable of.

Almost as if she could tell what he was thinking, Sara brought over the large mirror and angled it so Bob could see himself dressed as a sissy with slutty makeup and a wig, getting deep fucked in his ass and mouth by two twentyish blonde cheerleader types.

“Admit it, Bob,” she demanded. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Fresh tears of embarrassed lust rolled down his cheeks. He nodded as he continued sucking off Nina’s dildo. He knew deep down that he would never really think of himself as Bob again. He moaned.

“It’s turning you on to be submissive to women, isn’t it?”

Again he nodded. They had destroyed his manhood. That was when his balls started to swell and pleasurably ache. He was going to cum again. He started whimpering and whining madly as he ground his dick onto the desk.

“Don’t look now girl,” Patty said, thrusting up his ass, “but our Honey is horny as hell.” She turned to Sara, who was stroking her former boss’ ass. “The camera is still recording?”

He yelped “camera” around the dildo Nina was fucking his mouth with, shocked to see that his laptop was perched the edge of his desk and recording everything that was going on. The realization, the total embarrassment pushed him over the edge. He cried out as best he could with a dildo in his mouth. He spurted jets of cum underneath him every time Patty’s dildo pushed into his prostate. After a moment he felt the hot sticky mess squishing under his belly.

“I think he just came again,” Nina announced. “He’s making this too easy, the way he’s just giving in.” She pulled out of Bob’s mouth. “Anyone have any ideas?”

Sara got a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Fix his makeup and get him all pretty again.”

Soon after Patty finished with his makeup, Sara came back in. For a moment Bob couldn’t breath—it was Jerry and Frank from the janitorial crew. He’d chewed out the two of them last week in front of Sara for some petty thing. He’d said some truly awful things to them.

Jerry was a brown-haired, former farm boy in his late twenties, a former college jock who’d lost his scholarship and sports career. A six-foot six and 200 pounds of muscle, he was as strong as he was handsome. There was a noticeable bulge in his tight uniform that hinted of a big cock under those clothes.

Frank was in his mid-thirties, a tan surfer dude who didn’t care as much about how much he could have earned in another job as long as he got to surf after work and on weekends. At six-foot-one he was leaner than Jerry, but he was still in good shape—a blonde hunk that the older secretaries all had fantasies about.

“So what’s the big emergency, Sara?” Frank asked. Then he saw Bob. “Uh… Sara… what is a tranny doing in Jones’ office?”

“Yeah, better hope he doesn’t find out,” Jerry added.

“Take a closer look,” the MILF said, giggling.

Frank peered at the sissy for a moment and then his jaw fell open. “Mister Jones? Why… Hah! Hole-lee shit!” He brayed with laughter. He turned to his buddy, who showed equal amazement and amusement at the sight. The two of them laughed uproariously, pointing.

“I’m sure there’s a helluva story how you got our boss as drag queened up,” Frank said, still chuckling, “and someday I’d like to hear it… but what did you have in mind, bringing us up here?”

Jerry grinned and rubbed his crotch. “I got a good idea why.”

“Do tell,” Frank said.

Jerry nodded toward the desk where the dildos and harnesses lay, still slick with lube. “Looks like the ladies are turning Mr. Jones here into their bitch. Am I right, ladies?”

“Right you are, Jerry,” Sara said.

“So?” Frank asked, with a chuckle. It was obvious he knew.

“So what better way to turn a soft man into a cock-loving sissy than with a couple of real men to rotisserie the little faggie?” Jerry posed.

Frank turned to the women. “You chicks want to watch me and my buddy fuck… Mr. Jones?”

“We’re calling him ‘Honey’ now,” Nina explained, “but yes. Fuck the big sissy fag. Things are changing here at this firm. What better way than turning the boss into our bitch?” She turned to Bob. “What about it, Honey? You looking forward to being a she?”

Bob’s dick was fully erect yet again, tenting his transparent panties. “I… I…” he muttered. He whimpered loudly.

Tears of both shame and joy coursed his cheeks and he choked back a sob. He muttered a reply. He couldn’t bring himself to admit it aloud.

Jerry stood in front of Bob and grinned down at him. “What was it you called me? An incompetent lummox?”

“I… I’m s-sorry,” Bob whined.

Jerry pulled out a dick at least ten inches long. “You will be.” He began stroking it. “I’m going to get some sissy butthole.”

Frank looked a little hesitant. “I don’t know. I’ve never gotten a blowjob from a man,” he confessed.”

Sara stoked his cheek. “Don’t think of Honey as a man. She’s a horny, cocksucking sissy. Aren’t you, Honey?”

“Yes, Sara,” Bob whimpered.

“That doesn’t sound like a very girly voice to me,” Patty snapped. “Are you trying not to be attractive to him?” She yanked his panties up the crack of his ass. “Beg to suck his dick!”

Bob squealed like a girl and then said in a higher voice, “Yes, Patty. Please let me suck your dick, Frank. Please!”

“Okay, I’m starting to get sort of horny,” Frank said. He laughed aloud. “Damn! Fucking Jones. What a trip!”

“How about this,” Sara husked. “You get a blowjob from our sissy and I’ll let you fuck me afterwards.”

“Oh, hell yeah!” Frank crowed. “Come over here—Honey!”

Bob started to get up.

“Freeze, sissy,” Nina snapped. “Go on your hands and knees.”

“Ha! Ho-lee shit!” Frank cackled. “I’m actually getting horny!”

So was Bob. With a pleasurable dizziness in his head, a hollow and breathless excitement in his body, the forced-femmed corporate president approached one of his janitors on all fours.

This isn’t happening… this isn’t happening…

His denial felt weak to him; it was happening and he was loving it. Bob was dazed and flushed with lust as his eyes locked on Frank’s seven-inch now poking out of his coveralls and being stroked to a full erection. He knelt before the janitor—his employee—and looked up into his blue eyes, which sparkled with mischief and lust.

Frank wore a lopsided grin that said just how much he was enjoying this turnabout. As he looked at Frank’s fully erect cock, only inches from his lips, he whimpered with desire and parted his lips.

“That a good little slut, Honey,” Frank said.

He stuck his dick in and groaned as the sissy’s mouth eagerly closed over it and began sucking like he’d waited his whole life to do this. To Frank, his boss’ transformation made him seem like a girl. To Bob, giving an actual blowjob made him feel like a girl.

I’m sucking a cock! I’m sucking a real cock!

Bob was beyond horny. He was frantic with heady lust at the realization of what he was doing and the sensations of the thirty-three-year-old janitor’s dick jamming in and out of his mouth. The firm, veined slipping between his lips, the hot bulbous head sliding across his tongue and into the back of his throat. It made him want more. It made him want to go into a bar filled with men and suck all their dicks.

What will his cum taste like? I can’t wait to find out!

Bob was so loose and horny from Patty’s thrusting dildo, his anal meat easily accepted Jerry’s pulsating cock. It was both fatter and longer than the dildo, so the sensation of being totally filled by the twenty-something hunk’s fucktool made his balls begin to ache once again. He was being owned by Jerry and his big cock. He was going to cum again before very long.

Bob looked up and saw the mind-blowing sight of Nina lying back on his desk and Patty’s face buried between her legs. Her roommatewas licking her pussy in front of all of them! That was when he realized just how shameless and wild these girls were.

What are they going to do to me next?

“Sissy Honey is cumming again,” Sara announced.

Nina paused her moaning long enough to say, “Catch it if you can!”

Sara reached under to cup her palm in front of Bob’s purplish, fat cockhead just as it began spitting out jets of jizz. Each spurt sent a hot, tingling wave from his balls to his arms and legs and head. He cried out in extreme pleasure around a mouthful of Frank’s cockmeat.

“Wow, look at all that,” Sara remarked as she pulled her hand out. She looked to the other girls, who’d paused their lesbian oral action to look over. “We shouldn’t let this go to waste, should we?”

“Definitely not,” Nina said as she absently stroked her lover’s hair. “Frank, pull out of Honey’s mouth and dip it into the cum in Sara’s hand. Coat it up real good!”

Bob swallowed a gulp of pre-cum and saliva as rugged Frank pulled his dick out of his lipsticked sissy mouth. Bob felt dizzy at the scent of his own jizz when Sara held her cupped palm just beneath his chin. He felt dizzy with humiliation as Frank dipped his boner into the sticky white mess and coated it up good.

“Open wide, Honey,” Frank said.

The taste of his own semen drove Bob wild. He sucked and licked it off the janitor’s erection until it was glistening clean, all the while whimpering from Jerry’s big dick pounding up his tight, hungry asshole. Then Frank pulled out and dipped it back in the cum again.

Three more times Bob sucked and licked his own jizz off Frank’s pulsing dick. He was so embarrassed by how eagerly he did so.

Frank stroked his cock while he watched the sissy-boss degrade himself. “I’m going to cum,” he announced.

Bob looked up with desperate, pleading eyes into Frank’s. “Cum in my mouth, Sir. I want to swallow your hot, sticky cum!”

“Wow!” Frank said. He began jacking off toward the boss’ parted lips. “Get ready, Honey.”

“I’m getting ready to blow my wad, too,” Jerry announced.

“Cum inside me!” Bob whimpered. “Fill me up with your cum!”

Bob knew he would never be the same. He loved being humiliated and degraded in lingerie, loved the taste of cum, and loved the feeling of getting fucked. How could he integrate what was happening to him right now with the rest of his life? He looked up a Nina.

Nina took a knee next to him. “Do you have a question, Honey?”

“What… what happens to me next?” he moaned as Jerry jacked off toward his mouth.

“Why… Patty and I come to live with you so you can serve us.”

Bob felt a tug of despair at the realization. “But… my wife…”

“Your wife is fully on board with the plan,” said a new voice.

“Donna!” he squealed. He looked up to see his trophy wife standing in the doorway with a nasty grin on her face.

“It’s Mistress Donna,” his wife said. “Welcome to your new life, Honey, where I am finally in charge.”

Just then Frank’s hot blast of cum jetted all over his lips and tongue, and Jerry rammed himself all the way in as he pumped his load deep up the horny sissy’s asshole. Bob was in erotic bliss.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“Now,” said his wife. “Where could we sell this video, Nina?”

The End