Steffie visited the laundromat each week for the next several months. Each time she wore the pilfered lingerie Ty provided and each time she sucked a creamy load from his cock and was thoroughly fucked (not necessarily in that order!). She stripped off the lingerie at the end of each session, only to find a new set waiting for her in her laundry basket when she returned to her apartment. The lingerie was always nothing short of spectacular — Dolce & Gabbana, Cosabella, La Perla, Chantelle, and other exotic Italian and French labels.
It was always made of the finest silks and satins, always trimmed in exquisite laces, and always smelled of its true owner. One set, Steffie noted, must have been very "fresh" indeed. In addition to the strong womanly scent in the crotch, this particular set still smelled of the intoxicating perfume the owner had been wearing. It was a sissy's dream come true.
She felt more and more self-confident as the months passed. Going out regularly as Steffie was good practice for her and having a safe place to live out her sissy fantasies made it so much the better. People had even stopped gawking at her as much so getting time alone with Ty became as easy as it had been when she came dressed as Peter.
The magazines kept coming as well. They always contained plenty of sexy photos all of which showed sissies in various states of undress and/or bondage being used orally, anally, and often both at the same time. Some showed the sissies swallowing loads of cum, others had it sprayed all over their faces, asses, or sissy clits. Occasionally a set would even show a "cream pie" shot of cum oozing from a well-fucked sissy ass.
As she walked into the laundromat tonight, Steffie couldn't help but strut a little. She looked hot, she felt great, and she was here to do a little laundry and get her mouth and ass stuffed full of cock once more — a perfect evening!
She looked a little trampier tonight than she usually did. Her slinky black halter dress didn't hide the pink straps of what she wore underneath — which was fine because the same pink (with its black bow accent) was peeking through the rhinestone bands that crossed the plunging neckline. Darts accented her bust line, and the halter tied behind her neck. The back had a zipper leading partway down to the straight hem that swished when she walked, showing off her sexy legs (and a hint of her stocking tops for the observant!).
She finished her usual routine of getting her laundry started. Each week, she noticed, she was in more of a hurry to get to the magazine Ty had hidden for her. This week her clittie jumped as soon as she saw the title: "A Sissy for Black Cock."
The cover showed a sissy dressed in virginal white — a veil, fingerless gloves, stockings, a matching bra, garter belt, and crotchless panties. A white bow was tied around her sissy-clittie which contrasted sharply with the large black man who was penetrating her ass as she straddled him. A second man stood on the couch beside them, his black cock even darker against her pale skin and red lipstick as it stretched her mouth wide.
Steffie crossed and uncrossed her legs as her clittie responded to page after page of thick black cocks using pale white sissy mouths and asses. A lot of the sets showed two men on one sissy but Steffie was genuinely shocked when she saw a set that showed a double-penetration. She was amazed (not to mention excited) to see not one but two massive black cocks disappear inside the sissy's wide-open ass. There was even a third standing by to keep her mouth full. When it was all over, the sissy had two steamy loads blasted on her face and another four loads dumped deep inside her obscenely gaped ass.
Steffie looked over at Ty, who remained as aloof as ever. She was ready to go to the bathroom right now! Her horniness level raged as she emptied her washer and loaded her dryer. She flipped through the magazine again, but once more gravitated to the set with the double penetration. On closer inspection, she could see the sissy's face as the second cock entered her back passage. What was initially a face of serious pain quickly turned into one of unbridled animal lust.
Steffie was usually so engrossed in the magazines left for her that only the sound of the buzzer alerted her that her laundry was finished. Tonight she was so turned on that she kept glancing up at the dryer, mentally willing it to hurry up.
When the dryer's buzzer finally did go off, Steffie was already out of her seat and moving to empty it. She still took care to neatly fold her assortment of lingerie and stack it carefully in her basket, but there was an unfamiliar sense of urgency to finish the job and get into that bathroom for a good fuck.
As usual for this time of night, the laundromat was all but deserted. Ty and Stephanie were alone. She always found it odd that even when they were the only two in the place, he didn't speak to her or acknowledge her existence. He waited silently for her to go to the bathroom and get ready for him. Of course, now that she came fully dressed each time, her bathroom preparations mostly consisted of stripping down to her lingerie, kneeling in front of the sink, and waiting for Ty.
Tonight was no different. Steffie finished her work and, without a backward glance, headed to the bathroom. Tonight, she decided, she needed fucked badly. So badly, that instead of slipping off the dress and kneeling on the floor she hiked her dress up over her hips and bent over, resting her arms on the sink. The first thing Ty would see was her cock-hungry ass framed in the black garters attached to the pink microfiber thong she wore and she hoped he'd take immediate advantage of it.
She closed her eyes and waited impatiently for the squeak of the door and the first electric touch of Ty's hands on her ass.
The door squeaked open and Steffie kept her eyes shut, but when the door didn't close with its usual open-and-shut rhythm she opened her eyes. Her eyes went wide and she stifled a scream as she looked up into the mirror and saw a tall muscular black man behind her instead of Ty. She glanced over and saw another shorter black man standing at the door.
"What do we have here, D?" the man right behind her asked. Steffie was too stunned to speak; besides, she was pretty sure he wasn't talking to her.
"I don't know, T," the other man answered. He stepped inside and the door closed with an ominous squeak. "It looks to me like we found us a horny white bitch who's looking to get her freak on."
"It's not what you . . . I'm not . . ." Steffie stammered. She felt a pair of hands cupping her ass; they were large and warm.
"Relax, baby," the man behind her said. "Me and Deion have a taste for sweet white meat. We'll treat you right. Isn't that right, D?"
"It's just . . . you don't understand. I'm . . ." Steffie tried again. The hands on her ass began rubbing gently. She didn't try to move away.
"That's right, girl. It's cool," Deion said. He still hadn't moved from inside the door. "We been watching you come here and wash your dirty little panties for a while now. Me and Tyrell both been wanting a chance to tap that sweet ass. Isn't that right, T?"
Steffie felt a groping hand sliding down, heading between her legs. "Please . . . I don't . . ." she tried once more. Tyrell's hand stopped moving and his voice was soft as he spoke quietly into her ear.
"You don't what?" he said. "Have a pussy? Me and D didn't come here for no pussy. We can get pussy anywhere." She felt a probing finger wriggling its way between her ass cheeks. "We came here for a hot piece of white bitch ass. And the only thing better than white bitch ass is a piece of white sissy-bitch ass."
He hooked a finger in the back of her thong, tugged it out of her crack, and jerked it to one side exposing her puckered brown hole. His middle finger slid easily into her well-lubed ass. Steffie's fear of being discovered evaporated and she moaned despite herself. "Shit, D," Tyrell said, "She's already good to go! Let's hit this shit!"
Deion walked away from the door and as he got closer Steffie could see the outline of his half-hard cock pressing against the front of his light blue basketball shorts. Trimmed in black, he wore a basketball-style jersey shirt of the same color with "Phukit" on the front.
Steffie had never had it in both ends before, but she sure liked thinking about it. She'd never had a big black cock before, but she knew she'd spent many hours riding a dildo wishing it was one. Either way, she decided, she was too horny to care. She came here tonight looking for a good fucking, and it looked like she was going to get one.
"Get your mouth down on this, bitch," he said, presenting his crotch near her face. "I just know your sissy mouth has been watering for a real cock since you started humping that skinny white boy."
Steffie reached out with her left hand to tug at the waistband of Deion's shorts while Tyrell started probing her ass with two meaty fingers.
Deion's cock, even in its semi-hard state, was already as big as she had ever seen Ty's cock get. "Mmm," was all she could manage as she opened her mouth and slurped her first black cock into it.
"That's right," Deion said as she worked her jaw and lips on it, "suck my big black dick. Yeah. Just like that."
Steffie could feel the cock in her mouth growing stiffer each time her head bobbed up and down on it. Soon, she knew, she wouldn't be able to fit it all in. She could also feel three fingers being rammed in and out of her ass now. Shit, she thought, if he needs three fingers to loosen me up, how big is his cock going to be? She wanted to turn her head to look, but she was too busy with the cock in her mouth.
Deion's cock had swelled and was stiff, finally causing her to gag as he hit the back of her throat each time she went down on him. "There it is," he crowed. "Choke on it, cocksucker. Choke on my big black dick." He held her head and thrust his hips forward, cutting off her air supply. She coughed violently but he continued trying to push his cock down her throat. "Take it! Take it all, you sissy bitch!"
"I think this ass is ready for some real cock," Tyrell announced. "You ready to get your G on, dog? I wanna stretch those sissy lips around my cock."
"I'm there, T," Deion said, pulling away from Steffie's face. His cock (it looked longer than her favorite dildo, which was ten inches long!) glistened with her saliva. She gulped as much air as she could, her throat already sore. He was going to put that big dick in her ass? "Besides, if I let you go first she'll be all wide open and shit when it's my turn." Tyrell's cock was even bigger? Her mind went numb at the idea.
Steffie watched them switch places. Deion lined himself up behind her as Tyrell took his time. She saw that Tyrell was wearing knee-length denim shorts and a white t-shirt with "Fubu" on it in royal blue script. His shorts were baggy and she couldn't even see the outline of his cock. Was it possible that he hadn't even got hard fingering her ass?
She felt Deion's cockhead at her open ass. He pushed slightly and just as she felt it start to go in, he pulled back. "You look like such a slut in those pink panties and black stockings." She felt him tug the zipper down the back of her dress. His hands fumbled at the back of her neck, untying the halter. She felt a sudden hard smack on her ass.
"Stand up, slut, you won't be needin' no dress for this little party."
Steffie did as she was told, standing up and letting her dress fall to the floor. She stepped one foot out of it and kicked it out of the way. She could feel her face flushing with shame as she stood nearly naked before the two strangers in her borrowed lingerie.
The outfit was two pieces made of pastel pink microfiber. The top was a corset-style camisole with the front panel of each side overlayed with black lace. Connecting the two panels of lace were four evenly-spaced black bows. The thong panties had bikini-style sides and were made of the same pink microfiber. A black lace overlay filled most of the 'V' between her legs and a small triangle of pink near the crack of her ass sported a matching black bow. Four garters were attached to the waist of the thong and held up black lace-top stockings.
"Mmm mmm," Deion said as he half-stroked his gleaming pole. "Now that looks more like a cocksucking ass-whore sissy should. Bend over, bitch. D's got just what your ass has been needing."
Steffie bent over, resting her arms on the sink as before. Deion stepped behind her and once more she felt the head of his cock moving between her ass cheeks and starting to penetrate her ass. She moaned lightly and pushed back against him, but he withdrew once more. Steffie wanted to scream her frustration.
"Something ain't right, T," he said. "Something's missing."
"Fuck me," Steffie said in a quiet voice. "Please," she added, almost like it was an afterthought.
"I think that might be it, D," Tyrell said. "Tell him again, I don't think he heard you."
"Fuck me," Steffie said, louder this time. "Please, fuck me. Stick your magnificent black cock into my sissy ass and fuck me!"
"Well, I guess we'll have to work on it," Deion said. "But right now, I gotta get me some of this!" He leaned forward, thrusting his hips as he did so. Steffie felt the hot burn as he insistently pushed his way into her ass. She was thankful, she thought, that she'd already applied liberal amounts of lube. She felt his large head pop inside of her, followed by several inches of his shaft.
"Ohh, yeah," she managed. Deion adjusted his feet and pushed again, making more of his cock disappear between her quivering cheeks. "Ohhh, fuck yeah."
"This one's good and tight, T . . ." Deion said. ". . . One of the finest pieces of sissy-ass I've ever stuck my dick into." He fed a few more inches into her. "She's really gonna scream when she gets your dick up in them guts."
"Damn right," Tyrell agreed.
Steffie held onto the sink as Deion lunged forward, burying the rest of his cock deep inside of her. She could feel his balls, large and warm, pressing against hers. "Oh, fuck!" she said as he bottomed out. "Mmm. Your cock is so big! It feels so fucking great! Fuck me! Fuck my sissy ass!"
Deion didn't say anything. Instead, he pulled back and rammed his cock back into her and then began a steady rhythm of strokes in and out. Steffie could feel her pulse pounding in her head and she was certain that the squeals of encouragement and pleasure she heard were coming from her mouth.
"Yo, T!" Dieon said suddenly, "You'd better shut this bitch up or we're gonna have some company in here!"
