It had been a little over a week and a half since Barry had deflowered me in the kitchen. The demeanor of the relationship had changed. He had become more forward, doing things like approaching me while I washed dishes and wrapping his arms around me, jiggling my cage in his hands and squeezing my ass. He'd watch TV and motion me to sit on his lap, having me grind my asshole (now referred to by Barry as a 'cunt' or 'pussy') on his cock, rocking me back and forth, calling me a good girl. He had stopped correcting himself about my gender, I was apparently now a girl.
His daily bathing time had become our new "Special Time", and I had begun fully undressing for them. We'd lounge, him sitting up and me between his legs, his large arms wrapped around me, jiggling my cage, rubbing his thick, course fingers over my hole, pushing one or two in and making me yelp and him chuckle. We'd always finish with me giving him a world class blowjob. I had gotten a lot of practice throating his cock, and knowing exactly how to work the massive loads out and into my mouth, giving him a good look at his pool of cum in my mouth before swallowing it down with a smile.
The cage around my cock hadn't come off since I put it on originally. He had taken the key and done god knows what with it, maybe threw it away. To Barry it wasn't even my cock, it was my clit. He seemed fully bent on converting me to a woman, and not just a woman, his new wife. I was having conflicting feelings about the whole thing. On one hand, I was feeling more and more comfortable in my role as Barry's "House Boy" (Or girl apparently). On the other, was this my fate? Barry's wife? Was this all I was going to amount to in life? Swallowing an old, fat man's loads and being his maid and boytoy? The thought depressed me and aroused me at the same time.
I liked wearing the clothes he bought me though, I had dug through and gotten more of the feminine pieces from his wife's closet to wear. More dresses, lingerie, thongs, blouses, almost everything she owned I was wearing regularly around the house, and my maids outfit of course. I was in the maid outfit most of the day. He had begun suggesting as well that I needed something in my hole to "keep me ready" for him as well, I took this to mean a plug, which I'm sure was on order.
I had found it peculiar that he had not bred me again after the first time. Was he waiting for me to make a move? That seemed odd, because of my submissive position in our relationship. I'd lay in bed at night, enjoying the large pink dildo he gave me, wondering when he'd open the door and abuse my hole again, filling me with hot cum, making me scream and moan. It was embarrassing, thinking about how I want a large man like him to take me in that way. Make me submit to his cock and breed me. But it's that thought that would make my little locked cock dribble while i plunged the vibrating dildo deep inside me.
I was awoken in the morning by the front door shutting, and large footsteps, Barry's footsteps. I got up, put on a see-through gown and went downstairs to greet him. He was up earlier than usual, most days I had time to get up, make him coffee and breakfast, bring it to him in bed and do my "morning routine" while he ate in bed. My "morning routine" with Barry was to curl up at his lap and plant big, loud and wet kisses in every spot imaginable from the tip of his cockhead to the bottom of his sack. His cock would stiffen, precum would drip, roll and be licked up by my tongue. He didn't want to cum, that was for our bath time, but he claimed it "started his day off right". It's true, his mood was definitely brighter after a cup of coffee and my delicate lips bathing his cock and balls.
But there was no morning routine that day, I greeted Barry as I came down the stairs. He was putting a bag down on the floor, looking at me with a smile.
"Hi baby girl! Did you sleep well?" He asked, walking towards me.
"I did! I'm fully refreshed!" I said giggling, stepping off the bottom step.
Barry put his hands under my armpits and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his body and then placing his large hands on my ass cheeks under my gown. I squealed and giggled as he lifted me. To him it was like holding a child. His hands gripped and pulled apart, spreading my ass as far as it could go. I felt a searching finger rubbing and prying around my pink slit of an asshole. Once it founds its mark, the finger tip rubbed and prodded, slipping inside after a few seconds. I squealed once more, biting my lip and moaning as Barry's thick finger pushed into me all the way to the knuckle. He bounced me on his finger, then two. I put my weight into it, gyrating my hips, gasping, moaning, closing my eyes and losing myself in the moment.
The doorknob on the front door turned and every nerve in my body exploded with fear. I couldn't get off of Barry's fingers, I stopped gyrating in an instance and looked over his shoulder as a tall, skinny figure appeared in the doorway. I screamed. My heart was racing, my face turning red. The figure chuckled as he entered the doorway. I was trying to get off of Barry's fingers, but he held me still, laughing.
"Baby girl, it's okay. He's a friend. Calm down" He said, half laughing.
I couldn't believe it. Everything that had happened since I had moved in had happened in private, only between Barry and I. Someone else viewing me this way terrified me. I thought I could just hide away forever. Clearly I was wrong.
The figure closed the door and I could now see his face. He was an older guy, probably around Barry's age. He was about the same height, but much skinnier. He didn't have the massive, spherical belly like Barry did. He wasn't unattractive, but wasn't that attractive either. He had a scruffy five o'clock shadow and blue eyes. He looked like he was maybe a runner or cyclist from his physique.
"Hi Ashe!" He said lightly. "I'm Dan!" he stepped towards Barry's back, of which was my forward, and reached out his hand to shake mine. Barry's fingers were still knuckle deep in my asshole, and here I am getting introduced to his friend. My face was burning red hot as I reached out my dainty hand to shake his, but instead he grabbed my hand and kissed it, like I was some kind of maiden. I blushed, burying my face into Barry's shoulder.
"You're just as gorgeous as Barry described" Dan said, and walked around Barry, leaning against the wall and getting a good look through the see-through gown. I kept my face in the shoulder, blushing even harder. Barry rocked me on his fingers again, I couldn't help but whimper and moan. My cage was leaking profusely. I hadn't had a real non-anal orgasm in weeks. I was very horny, consistently.
Barry continued to slowly rock me, his fat fingers sliding deep inside, then all the way back out to the tips, hooking back inside me. I continued moaning into his shoulder. I was so embarrassed, a complete stranger was watching my hole getting invaded by Barry's fingers, even worse, I was completely loving it.
Barry lifted me up and released me from his fingers with a wet pop and continued cradling me.
"She's a great girl, isn't she?" He said to Dan, who was thoroughly enjoying the show.
"She definitely seems so, Barry, you're a lucky man" Dan replies. Barry lifts me up further, his hands holding each ass cheek. He brings me up over his shoulder, my ass up in the air facing Dan and spreads me wide, giving Dan very, very good and long look at my freshly fingered boypussy. I yelped, then relaxed, giving into Barry's large and strong arms. What was I going to do, fight back? I clenched and released my hole for Dan, at least I can show him the goods if he's already getting a look. Dan chuckled.
"Yep, she's definitely a good one" He said with a happy sigh.
Barry set me down and motioned me to the couched, Dan followed. Barry sat down and patted his knee, a signal for me to sit in his lap. I sat down with one foot each on his knee, my legs spread, revealing my caged clit for Dan to view.
"Ashe, Dan and I have known each other for a very long time. He didn't hang around your parents, it was a different sort of group. When I told him about you, he was very excited to meet you. I think you two will get along very, very well." Barry said, reaching around and playing with my cage while he continued.
"Dan used to have a very special girl like you, but they parted ways and he's been really missing their relationship."
With that Dan started nodding, looking to the side and seemingly reminiscing about the relationship Barry mentioned.
