I was on the bed with a vibrator jammed up my ass and my girlfriend's bra strapped to my chest when she came home early from work. She caught me scrambling for the remote to turn off the cum shot porn I had playing on the TV.

"What the fuck?" she asked.

"Fair question," I said.

I rolled off the bed and did my best to play it off. But as my mind reached for an excuse, the still-humming vibrator dropped to the floor.

"Is that my dildo?" she asked. "Are you wearing my bra?"

"Uhhhhh, are these rhetorical questions?" I asked.

Her eyes blazed with rage as I bent over to pick up the vibrator. I turned it off, but the tension in the room was just beginning to build. Something strange wafted through the air. I couldn't exactly identify it, but it almost seemed as if Lisa were turned on.

I reached back to unhook the bra, but she grabbed my arm.

"No," she said. "Leave it on."

"What?" I asked. "Why?"

"You want to be a sissy faggot?" she asked. "I'll show you what happens to sissy faggots."

Lisa dug into her purse for her phone. She dialed a number and held the receiver to her ear.

"Yeah, Larry, it's me," she said. "Come over... Soon as you can... It's exactly like I thought it was. Caught him red handed... OK, bye."

She put the phone back in her purse.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked.

"You really think I don't know what's been going on?" she asked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said.

"Oh, really?" she said. "Why are all my bras stretched out? Why do I find mysterious cum stains on my panties? YOU'VE BEEN WEARING MY CLOTHES SINCE I MOVED IN HERE!"

She had me. It was absolutely true. Every time I had the house to myself, I dressed up in her lingerie. Sometimes, I'd also use her make-up. I'd watch porn, pinch my nipples through her bra and then I'd fuck myself with her vibrator. Then I'd stroke myself into explosive orgasm, desperately trying not to get any cum on her clothes.

"I didn't know how to tell you," I said.

She slapped me hard across the face.

"You make me sick," she said.

I rubbed my cheek. But she wasn't through tormenting me. Not even close.

Lisa tore open her blouse, sending buttons flying.

"Isn't this enough for you?" she asked.

She had a point. It should have been. Lisa could have modeled for Victoria's Secret. That's how amazing her body was. I'm talking cantaloupe-size tits, long legs and a pert ass. She had perfect black hair that fell just below her shoulders and an angelic face with almond-shaped eyes.

But as beautiful as she was, it wasn't enough. I craved something else. Something a little deviant.

I tried to change the subject.

"What was that phone call all about?" I asked.

A wicked grin spread across Lisa's face.

"Guess what, bitch?" she said. "When I found out you were dressing up like a sissy boy, I went out and found a real man. I've been fucking my personal trainer."

"Larry?" I asked.

"Yup," she said.

It didn't surprise me. Lisa would leave for a training session and be gone for three or four hours. She'd come home and say, "Larry worked me long and hard today!" I had no idea what she really meant.

"So why is he coming over here?" I asked.

"He knows the whole story, fag boy," she said. "We've been plotting my revenge."

Before I could ask another question, someone knocked at the door. Lisa went to answer it.

"You stay right fucking here," she said.

I sat on the bed and put my head between my knees. I didn't know what to do. I could try to run, but there was no way I would be chased out of my own house. Even if I did, what would I do? Call the police? No fucking way.

I was still pondering all this when Lisa and Larry came in the bedroom. I could see why she was attracted to him. He was tall and built like a linebacker. He was all muscle under his tight, black shirt. He stood behind her looking like a bodyguard ready to pounce at the slightest sign of trouble. His presence reminded me that I was still wearing Lisa's bra. I felt even more humiliated than I already had.

"Now it's time, bitch," Lisa said. "You want to act like a sissy? I'm going to show you how sissies are treated. Larry, set up the camera. We're going to record the proceedings."

Larry pulled his iPhone out of his pocket and used a jewelry box to prop it up on the dresser. He aimed the camera lens at the bed and hit record, then nodded at Lisa.

"Ready," he said.

Lisa bore into me with a hard stare, her eyes burning into my skull like two laser beams. Then she did something totally unexpected. She pinched my nipples and started rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers. It felt so good. Blood rushed to my cock.

"You like that, baby?" she asked.

I moaned.

"I know you do," she said.

Lisa shoved me onto the bed. I laid back and watched as she seductively stripped off her bra, skirt and panties. She left on her black spike heels. Larry stood in the corner of the room with his arms crossed as Lisa crawled on top of me. She straddled my face with my nose an inch from her pussy.

"See this?" she said. "This is what you're supposed to like. But I think you like dick. Admit it, you like dick. SAY IT!"

She sat back on my chest and slapped me across the face.

"You're right," I said. "I like dick."

Lisa smiled smugly.

"I knew it," she said. "Larry come on over here and give him what he wants."

Larry stripped. When he was naked, he looked like the white Incredible Hulk with a 10-inch cock. He glared at me like a hungry lion.

"Bend over, bitch," he said.

I was shocked. I looked at Lisa incredulously.

"I'd do what he says if I were you," she said.

I got in the doggy-style position and gritted my teeth. Lisa used some of her lube to grease up my asshole before Larry eased in behind me, gripping my hips with his paws.

He started tapping at my bunghole. Once, twice and then sliding his prick inside me.

An involuntary "uh" shot up my windpipe and echoed off the walls.

"You like that, little bitch?" Lisa asked.

She slapped me across the face.

"That's what happens to little sissies who dress like girls," she said.

Larry started pumping. Electric sparks radiated through my body. Goosebumps popped on my arms. Larry drilled deeper. He was grunting.

The heterosexual part of my brain told me all this was wrong. But it felt so right. My cock was rock hard. I had to fight to keep from cumming.

Lisa arranged herself on the bed in front of me with her legs spread and her twat inches from my nose.

"See this," she said. "This is pussy. This is what your'e supposed to like. Now start sucking it."

Larry gave me a hard thrust that pushed my face into Lisa's love folds. My tongue went to work instinctively. She grabbed the back of my head and pressed it into her flesh. Her juices ran down my chin.

Larry was still working my ass hard. Every time he thrust forward, a bolt of lighting shot up my spine. It wasn't exactly pleasure. It wasn't exactly pain. But it was a combination of the two that took me to a plane of ecstasy I never knew existed.

The tips of his fingers dug into my hips as he started slamming me harder. Larry was grunting wildly. He was far gone in a lust haze. I was no longer a human being to him. I was just a vehicle for his pleasure.

Just when I thought he was going to cum inside me, Larry pulled out. He quickly made his way over to Lisa. Larry knelt next to her face, stroked himself once and blasted his jizz. The first shot splattered across her forehead. Then he painted her cheeks, nose and chin. He was a heavy cummer. I don't know how long he had been saving his load, but it looked like a week's worth. He shook the last drop from his blow hole and collapsed next to Lisa on the bed.

My tongue was still in her pussy. She looked down at me.

"Clean up his mess, faggot," she said.

I pulled myself up her body and looked at her cum-streaked face. My rock-hard prick was close enough to her wet pussy to feel the heat and humidity.

"Don't you dare stick it in until I say," Lisa said.

I dragged my tongue across her cheek. Larry's jizz tasted salty.

"Yeah, you lick that shit up," Lisa said.

Larry watched with a smirk as I licked Lisa's face clean. Only when the last drop of cum slid down my throat did Lisa grab my ass and pull me forward into her velvety pussy. I immediately came harder than I ever had before. It was like a dying star going supernova in my brain.

After dumping my load, I collapsed breathlessly onto Lisa's body. She disgustedly pushed me off her body and onto my back.

"You're not through, bitch," she said.

Lisa straddled my face. Her pussy dripped with her own love juices and my cum.

"Now clean up your own mess," she said.

The mix tasted unexpectedly sweet. When Lisa was through with me, she dismounted and started getting dressed. Larry did the same.

"I'm going to live with Larry," Lisa said, while hooking her bra behind her back. "He's my new boyfriend."

I nodded. I knew that after six months of dating, I should have been crushed. But I wasn't. It was already clear that I had found a new sexual release way more exciting that straight monogamy.

"You're going to be our sex slave," Lisa said.

"What?" I asked. "Are you serious?"

"If you don't like it, I want you to remember this whole thing was recorded," Lisa said. "So here's the deal: we call, you come running. If you don't, that video gets uploaded to YouPorn with links sent to everyone you know."

I know I should have been angry, but I wasn't. I tried to pretend I was.

"Fine," I said. "When do you want to come pick up your clothes?"

"You keep them," she said. "Larry is buying me a new wardrobe. C'mon, babe."

He followed her out of the bedroom, mad-dogging me on his way out. I heard their footsteps cross the living room before the front door opened and then slammed shut.

When they were gone, I went into the walk-in closet to pick out some clothes. I looked at all of my button-down shirts and jeans on the left. Then I looked at all the silk and lace hanging from Lisa's hangars on the right. I took a satin, pink blouse off of a hangar. The smooth fabric caressed my skin as I slid into the blouse. I buttoned up the front.

It felt so right.