EXTRACT FOR
The Sissy Breeding Clinic (Book 2)
(J.S. Lee)

He smiled and stood and buttoned as he had the first time, there was no reason to display his erection as he followed her whether or not Anita was watching.  "Good morning, Britney, how are you?" he asked, trying to sound casual.  She knew how to dress, today's outfit was even sluttier than the first time he saw her and even though it seemed a little ridiculous in a professional setting, Michael loved staring at her.  The affect of the short, hot pink dress, half unbuttoned up the front, the top of her stockings in view, her inner thighs were right there and begged to be touched, it was all he could do not to reach out and grab the ladyboy right there.  Michael could see it in his mind's eye, one hand on her bountiful ass, the other plunging down into her panties and stroking her pink girl cock, in front of the other man and anyone else who cared to look.  She really had turned him into a complete faggot, at least for her.



The tranny nurse bit her pouty, bottom lip seductively and he swore that she was holding back a sigh, a needy, little noise that indicated how badly she wanted him too.  "I'm good, Michael," his eyes were once again on her bubble ass and the string of her underwear that had settled into her crack.  If he had known the last time what she had waiting for him, would he have been able to keep his hands off of her?  Michael's dick was hammering in his pants and now not just the front of his boxers were wet but the back was too.  It was a familiar feeling, the tranny had left him soaked with her semen last time, the back of his shorts had been damp and scented from her orgasm and her perfume.



Michael had a wet pussy, there was really no other explanation.



Britney took him to the same small room, the lights were turned down low and as soon as the door was shut behind them, he reached out for her and drew the luscious red-haired girl close.  "Jesus Christ, you're all I can think about," he murmured, wanting to hold her close and yet needing to tear the rest of pink dress open so that he could get to her breasts and then her erection.



The nurse gestured behind him and announced in a breathy voice that drove Michael wild, "Michael, I brought a friend today.  I'd like you to meet Robert."



Michael turned and saw the hulk of a man who was occupying the couch where they had last fornicated.  He was as black as the leather, an enormous, dark-skinned man, his arms stretched out across the back of the sofa and his tree-trunk thighs were parted.  He smiled and showed Michael two rows of gleaming, white teeth in a predatory grin, he appeared to be ready for something unpleasant.  "Michael," he nodded, his voice was a low rumble of thunder and when he gestured for Michael to come to the couch, Michael's feet moved in spite of the fact that his stomach told him not to.



Michael's hands were clammy and his pulse was racing, his entire body seemed to be rebelling, he wanted to flee.  As much as he wanted Britney, even his cock was limp and had crept back up, he should go.  "What is he doing here?" he sounded almost as scared as he felt when he spoke.



Britney wrapped her warm, silky hands around his belly and her footsteps matched his as he crossed the room, "He's here because he heard about what a sweet, little pussy you have, Michael," she giggled and her hands moved down his pelvis and then slid to the back, wrapping around his cheeks.  The tranny nurse purred when she touched his ass and Michael could feel her rub her thudding erection against his crack.  "You know, it's not nice to be selfish," her breath was on his neck and now Michael was horrified that his rear entry was so wet, "it's better to share."



He shook his head no but it wasn't enough.  Robert was right there, the giant man had giant hands and his paws were on Michael's body, his fingers were quick and limber despite their bulky size and it almost felt to Michael that he was a doll as the man undressed him.  "Wait," Michael watched as his shirt was opened and his arms were removed.  "Wait, Britney, can we talk about this?" Michael could feel the nervous sweat cover him, his armpits were damp and a trickle began running down the back of his neck to his back.



Robert opened his belt and Michael arched his back, unsure if it was attempt to escape or not and Britney murmured, "what is there to talk about, honey?"  Her fingers slid up his bare chest and began to stroke his nipples into aching points.  She could make him do anything if she kept touching him like that.  "You loved it when I fucked you the other day, didn't you?" her lips were almost touching the back of his neck and he hardly noticed that the black man had removed his pants completely now.



Michael squealed when the meaty fingers tugged at the waistband of his boxers.  It was a battle inside of his body.  The enormous man scared him, the hot nurse teased him, shame and want simmering inside of him, no pussy at home and the secret need that he was so ashamed of had now presented itself.  "Yes, I loved it when you fucked me," he stammered when he made his confession, resting his head on Britney as he watched the man forcibly remove his underwear.  Naked and alone with the two of them, his fantasy had quickly become a nightmare.



The hulk on the couch seemed pleased at the sight of Michael, the offering that Britney was serving up and Michael gasped when the black paw reached out for his tiny, flaccid cock.  "This is a nice clitty," his voice was working its way inside Michael's head and worse, inside his body.  It was impossible to escape and now, he wondered if he even wanted to.  "Turn around for me," it was a command, there was no question.  The big, black Alpha wasn't asking and he didn't have to.  He expected immediate compliance, especially from a pathetic, sissy faggot like Michael and he did as he was told.