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My face was still masked like a love-doll, my swollen cunt was beginning to leak blobs of thick sperm, and I knew it smelled strong, freshly fucked. I gave Jim my fingers to suck on as usual, but this time I first dipped them into the slime inside my pussy. I scooped up a huge gobbet of cloudy cum. Jim hesitated for only a second, but then licked it as devotedly as always. He must have realized what it was and been turned on by the humiliation, because after a few more fingers full, without my permission he lunged his mouth onto my crotch like some starved animal, and began to suck it out of me passionately. The way he thrust his face into me so was so primal I couldn't possibly think to punish him for it. He couldn't help himself, he was obviously out of control. And besides, it felt wonderful!

You know, Loretta, he slurped and sucked and swallowed cum from me for nearly his whole scheduled session. He was transported! It was as if the mask had rendered me more than human, an immortal fit for worship. He looked up at my face once or twice, and as the cute, wide-eyed, Bimbo "Oh!" expression stared back, he seemed reassured. His tongue curled and curved and probed and poked and reached deep into me! My desires rose up and I came in a beautifully blossoming orgasm, feeling as chaste as a wild flower the whole time, and then I rose up and came yet again! So sweetly gentle, yet so full, so complete! Tim's tongue in my pussy was like an armful of heather and roses, or like a young man shyly offering his best girl a bouquet of violets. And I was always sparkling clean when he finished. I wished we'd gotten into it years before!

Well, two days later I was again brim-filled with fluids and secretions from that same fat-cocked client, with my fairy husband again scheduled next on my calendar. I took off my mask so that this time I would appear to be what I was, Jim's familiar severe Mistress with her usual black dominatrix eyes and red slash of a mouth. But this time when Jim came in and knelt down humbly I simply stepped forward over him, mounted his upraised face, and pressed my spunky cunt against his nose and mouth. Then without a word I began to squeeze my cunt muscles. Thick mixed sperm and my own cum poured from my pussy into his mouth. All of everything my prior had squirted into me ended up in Jim, and when I stepped from his face with my cunt licked utterly pristine, he was still swallowing and licking the memory of it, eyes closed, in heaven! I decided that whatever else, from then on I would use Jim instead of a bidet to clean out whatever secretions and fluids there were in my pussy. At last I'd found his primary sexual talent!

By now Jim's breasts were more than ample, and he would fondle his nipples by the hour if I'd let him, a serene smile on his face. I do believe his character changed to match -- he became more sensitive, gentler, more tentative, sweeter. His face and figure grew softer, too. Understand, Loretta, Jim didn't want to be a woman at first, and he still didn't, really. He'd only had a panty fetish when I started with him, and I'd degraded him to do nearly anything to please his Mistress. Now here he was, wearing pantyhose, make-up, everything, quite presentably feminine, sucking a stranger's cum out of my cunt like any submissive husband of any whore of a wife anywhere. And loving it! That was his sex life now -- when he tried to jerk off nothing ever happened at all. When he pleased me, my little hubby, he was overjoyed that I rewarded him by making him my douchebag.