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Nancy Gets Back - Ch 6

Disclaimer:  This story contains adult material and themes, non-
consensual sex and graphic language.  It is intended for adults only.
If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this story.

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Our "hero" is a professional man who has gotten himself in trouble
with Nancy and her friend Tina.  He angered Nancy, who works as a
receptionist for a stockbroker by ogling and generally acting
typically male during a recent visit to his broker.  Nancy and Tina
got their revenge by tricking him into a compromising position and
recording it on film.  They intend to continue to humiliate him as a
way of teaching him a lesson and altering his behavior towards women.

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       I had been so pre-occupied with my own predicament, dressed in
women’s clothing, and not much of that, out in public, scared to
death that someone I knew would see me and recognize me, that I
hadn’t really paid much attention to the cab driver.  But now, parked
in a secluded area of the shopping center parking lot, I gathered my
wits enough to take a look at him.  He was not old, but not young.  A
kind of nondescript blue collar type, average in height, a little
overweight and a modest beer gut.  He hadn’t shaved today and was
sporting salt and pepper stubble.  

       He hadn’t really looked me over much either since he had been
driving and concentrating on the road.  The thin fabric of my dress
and the sheer panties I was wearing did little to contain my hard-on,
but since I was sitting and the inside of the cab was illuminated only
by the street lamps in the parking lot, I didn’t think the driver had
figured out that I was a man in drag.  If he moved his hand much
further up my thigh however, the game would be up.  

       Nancy now took over.  She leaned forward and asked the driver
his name.

       “Bill,” he grunted.  

       I noticed that he was breathing a little deeply and squirming
in his seat.   Nancy suggested that he lean back and rest his arms on
the seat back which he did.  “Just relax and enjoy yourself Bill,”
she said.  “Penny is going to show you how she appreciates what a
handsome man you are.  Give us a good show now Penny.”

       I looked into the back seat to see the three of them grinning
at me expectantly.  I wasn’t sure what Nancy wanted me to do.  I’m
sure I had a puzzled look on my face.

       “Go on Penny dear, make Bill a happy man, if you know what’s
good for you,” she added ominously.

       I reached over and tentatively began to stroke the driver’s
chest.  He sighed and closed his eyes.  I began to unbutton his shirt,
exposing his hairy chest.  I leaned over and kissed his nipples while
I continued opening his shirt.   When I had all the buttons open, I
pulled his shirttails out of his pants.  I had no idea how far I was
supposed to go with this, but I knew I couldn’t stop without
permission.  My only hope was that Nancy would have pity on me at some
point and let me stop.  It was a faint hope.  

       Bill’s breathing was definitely getting a little ragged.  He
moved his hand from the back of the seat and pressed my head down
towards his crotch.   Instinctively, I resisted.  Nancy noticed my
reluctance and taunted me saying “Now Penny, don’t be shy.  You know
you love to suck cock.  Be a good girl and give Bill what he wants.”

       I continued to kiss and lick his chest and belly while I undid
his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid his zipper down.  His cock
pressed tightly against his cotton jockey shorts.  A large wet spot
shown at the tip.  His cock seemed huge from up close.  Much bigger
than Scott’s.  

       Nancy noticed right away and complimented Bill on his
equipment.  I took my face away from Bill’s chest and reached for the
waistband of his pants.  He lifted his hips and I slid his pants and
shorts down over his hips and past his knees.  He spread his knees
apart and his big cocks sprung up to point directly at my face.  The
more I saw of that cock, the bigger it looked.  Now that it was free
of his pants, it seemed to swell to even greater proportions and a
drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip.  Surprisingly, I noticed that my
own cock was even harder than before and also leaking pre-cum.  This
caused a flood of mixed emotions.  How could I be turned on by the
idea of sucking another man’s cock?  I wasn’t gay.  I had no
interest in men as sexual partners.  It occurred to me that what was
getting me hot wasn’t Bill’s cock, it was being forced to service
this unknown man by Nancy and her companions.   The more they abused
me, the better I liked it!

       I leaned forward and gently licked the head of Bill’s leaking
pole.  I mixed my saliva with his own juices, then slowly engulfed his
big piece.  He was big.  It was definitely more than a mouthful and I
could only get about half way down before I choked.  I vowed to myself
to do my best for my mistress and went to work on that big old piece
of meat with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.  As my head bobbed
up and down, Bill threw his head back and groaned with pleasure.

       “What a slut you are, Penny,” said Tina.  “Geez.”  But she
wasn’t really displeased.  As I worked on Bill’s cock, I felt a hand
slide up my leg, lifting my skimpy dress up over my panty clad ass.
Tina slipped her hand between my legs and I parted my thighs to give
her better access.  It never occurred to me that if Bill saw my
erection, this whole scene could dissolve in an instant.  I was lost
in my submission and reveling in my service of my mistress.  Tina
reached between my legs from behind and stroked my balls through my
filmy panties.  The sensation was electric and I began to hump myself
against her hand in rhythm with my cocksucking.  Bill was nearing his
climax and Tina was stroking and cupping my balls as I slurped and
suck and humped away.  Suddenly I felt Bill tense up in anticipation
of cumming.  Nancy warned me that if I spilled any of his load, I
would be punished severely and I told myself I would get it all.  Tina
increased her ministrations and we raced towards the finish like two
trains on a collision course.  

       Bill’s first shot of cum was like a fire hose letting loose
against the back of my throat.  Try as I might, I was having a hard
time containing it and Bill was bucking and thrusting as he came in
great spurts.  Then I came myself, almost without warning.  The
intensity of my climax took me by surprise and I opened my mouth to
cry out.  Of course, most of Bill’s load dribbled out my mouth, down
my chin and into his lap.  I didn’t realize the mistake I had made at
first as I was overcome by the power of my own orgasm.  Bill was now
coming down from his own release and settled back into his seat.  He
didn’t seem concerned by the mess in his lap, but both Nancy and Tina
were mightily displeased.  It occurred to me now that Tina’s purpose
in stroking me off was to cause just such a misdeed on my part.  

       To make matters worse, I had discharged an enormous load of
cum.  My panties were soaked as was the front of my dress.  I had cum
on my garter belt and it was soaking down towards my stockings.  I was
a mess!  “You asshole,” yelled Tina.  “Your mistress told you not
to spill, and look at Bill.  He’s covered in cum.  Clean him up.”  

       I did my best to remove all of the cum I had spilled, licking,
sucking and kissing away at Bill’s belly, his now shriveled cock and
balls, between his legs, and even the car seat.  My face was covered
with his cum and my carefully applied makeup was a mess.  

       “Look at you,” said Nancy.  “You embarrass me.  Get out of
the car.”

       I was shocked.  Now what?  I sat up and looked around.  The
parking lot was pretty empty this time of night.  We were a long way
from anywhere, no subway stations nearby.  Not much chance of catching
a cab.  It also occurred to me that my wallet was back in Nancy’s
apartment with my money and all my identification.  I didn’t have my
keys with me.  If they left me here alone, I could be in big trouble.
I was dressed in women’s “come fuck me” clothes, with a big cum
stain on the front of my dress, makeup a wreck, it was cold, I was
alone.  I was scared!

       “I told you, get out of the car,” Nancy repeated.  “Do I
have to get Scott to throw you out?”

       I didn’t see that I had much choice.  I got out of the car and
stood forlornly in the parking lot.  Bill had pulled his pants back up
and took a look at me now.  It suddenly dawned on him that the blowjob
he had just received had been from a man.  He didn’t seem angry, just
a little chagrined.  Tina now reached forward and pulled the door of
the cab closed.  Nancy rolled down her window and beckoned my over.
“You fucked up.  I gave you simple instructions and you couldn’t or
wouldn’t follow them.  I’m leaving you here.  Have a nice night.”

       As I stood there, rooted to the pavement, the cab drove off.
Tina, Nancy and Scott were laughing and pointing at me as they sped
away.  I didn’t know what to do.  I felt vulnerable, naked and alone.
I felt used, a sex object and nothing else.  It occurred to me that
this is what Nancy felt like when her boss forced her to wear
revealing clothes in the office for the amusement and entertainment of
his clients.  I had gotten the message, but now what was I supposed to
do?  I was still alone, in a parking lot in Queen, in the middle of
the night, dressed in a stained slipdress, high heels and not much
else.  

Continued - 

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