Puppy Love

John's huffing and panting reverberated from the walls as he neared ejaculation. Robin pushed his face deep into his crotch, taking as much of his cock as he could into his mouth without gagging. John quickly increased his pumping of Robin's face to a furious rate. Soon, Robin felt John tense up and thrust as far into his mouth as possible.

"Damn it, you little tart, I'm coming... Take that, bitch, suck it up... Aaargghh!!!!"

Robin felt the first hot gush of sperm coursing into his throat. He gulped and swallowed fiercely; it seemed never-ending. Despite his efforts, the viscous substance inundated his mouth, and spilled out on his chin, leaving a glistening trail down his neck, and making a mess of the dress.

As the pulsating wore off, John's cock shrivelled inside Robin's mouth. John slowly withdrew from Robin's mouth, which was still firmly clamped around the limp member. Robin looked up at him with a tired-out grin on his face.

"Thank you, kind Sir," he chuckled and stretched out.

"No, thank you, good Lady," John replied, rapping off a few drops of cum on Robin's lips.

***

Robin speaks...

A few days after our little frisk in the wing, John invited me to join him and his wife for dinner round his house. We could then go over a few of my lines for the rehearsal the following day. I sensed he was not telling me everything, so asked him if he wanted for me to bring along my gear. He heartily agreed; and when I smiled at him, he seemed slightly flushed.

John had told me three representatives of our sponsors would come round to talk to us later in the evening. I gathered that we would be done doing what ever he had in mind by the time his guests would arrive, so I did not pay it any mind that I was to dress up as a girl. Earlier that day, I had talked to John's wife Camilla on the phone. Apparently, she was well aware of her husband's taking to me, and did not seem to mind. In fact, she seemed quite excited about the idea herself. She suggested that if I came round early, she would do me up real nicely. Those were my thoughts as I walked up to the villa and rang the doorbell.

A few moments after I had pushed the doorbell, it was answered by a beautiful brunette in her early thirties.
"Robin! Come on in," she said, seemingly very happy to see me.

"No pun intended, honest, but John has told me so much about you, you see, that I just had to check you out for myself. My God, He didn't exaggerate one bit!" she said, turning my face up at hers, so as to look me over. "You really are sweet, dear!" she cooed. Not knowing what to make of her welcome, I put down my bag and started taking off my coat.

"Is that your dress?" she asked, nodding at the big plastic bag.

"Yes," I replied, "You promised to help me dress, remember?"

"Of course I will help you, dearie, never you fear," she retorted, "but first, we'll have to get you out of those horrible rags you have got on you. Oh, I don't mean to be rude, but I just can't wait to get you made up."

We stepped into the living room. She walked over to a bureau at the end of the room, got out a crystal decanter and poured a drink for herself. "Want one, dear?" she asked, motioning at the decanter with her glass, "brandy," she said. Feeling I might have to brace myself for what lay ahead, I accepted, and she poured me a stiff drink. Then, I followed her into the bathroom. She began filling the tub and asked me to undress. When I hesitated, she impatiently pulled my shirt, "oh, come on, don't just stand there, I thought you wanted to do this!" she complained. My eyes must have watered, for she suddenly hugged me tightly and said softly to me "There, there, child, I'm sorry I was rough. We'll make a cute girl of you yet!"

I got out of my clothes, sipping my drink in between taking off the different pieces. When I was down to my socks, I noticed Camilla watching me, and looked up. She stepped over to me and pushed me onto the ledge of the tub. Caressing my legs and ankles, she slowly pulled off my socks and nibbled at my toes. "Such cute little tootsies," she giggled. I immediately went bone hard.

"In you go!" she said, and, without further ado, she scooped me up in her arms, and acted as though she would drop me in the tub. I clung to her neck and my hard-on brushed against her stomach. She looked into my eyes enquiringly. Without meaning to, I feverishly pressed my lips against hers. After a second or so, she started to kiss me back. Thus encouraged, I drove my tongue into her mouth trying to probe around. She drew back with a giggle, "Come, now, You'll want to save that for later!" Then, she gently lowered me into the tub; since the water was so hot, she had to do it gradually. "I'll leave you to it, then," she said, leaving and closing the door behind her.

I lay back in the tub and closed my eyes, trying to think clearly. It all seemed at wee bit too perfect. Still, so far, I had had the best of fun; I might just as well enjoy my good fortune. The hot, scented water soon made me drowsy and I lost track of time.

I was roused from my stupor by the gentle creaking of the door. Camilla came in with a razor, and told me stand up, so she could help me shave. She applied lather to my legs first, and shaved them clean. Then she had me turn around, and lathered my rear saying that a smooth arse was important for a sexy look. I did nothing to disagree with her as she seemed to know what she was doing. When she was through shaving me, I was hairless from my eyebrows (which she plucked) down. She rubbed me down and had me wear a bathrobe, then, she led the way to the bedroom.

Camilla helped me dress. She had me remove the gown, and started by handing me a pair of sexy white lace panties. I pulled them up and tucked my cock and balls well back between my legs, leaving me with a smooth girlish front. Next came a white garter-belt, and a pair of white stockings that clipped into place on the garter-belt. I put them on, and Camilla made sure the seams were straight. Then she started on my make- up. Foundation, bright, blue eye shadow, eye-liner, mascara, and deep pink lipstick, patiently explaining it all as she went, so I would be able to do it myself next time. She combed back my hair until it billowed from my head and cascaded down my back in waves of golden volume.

Once my make-up was done, Camilla had me put on a satin-like, pink dress with a bodice and puff sleeves.

"show us your hands, luv'," she commanded. "Soft and slender," she nodded. Much to my secret delight, she moved on to varnish my nails in crimson nail polish.

About an hour later, John walked in on Camilla and I as we were rehearsing my lines. He seemed awfully pleased with my apparent transformation. "Now, Robin," he said, "Tonight, your role will be to attend to the needs of our guest. It is vitally important for the survival of the play that we close this deal. Mr. Morris fancies little sissy sluts like you, and you must be ready to prey on that... For all our sakes. Act meekly, do not speak unless spoken to and comply to his wishes." John got up, "That is all. I will go freshen up." With that he left us.