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  Million Dollar Femboy: Mansion Gangbang

  By M. Chance

  Copyright 2014 M. Chance

  It'd been a few weeks since Marcus Auger had roped himself the cute feminine boy at the mall, convincing him that dressing up in all the sexy, slutty clothes he bought for him, and servicing his needs, and his body, 24/7 was the best way to a beautiful, successful future. And why wouldn't it be? Marcus was richer than most people dared imagine to be, having retired at the young age of 28, and spending the next eight doing, as he put it, “whatever the fuck and whoever the fuck I feel like”. The glories and pleasures and freedoms that only an obscene amount of wealth afforded in such a lewdly capitalist nation. He couldn't help himself – the tall, tan, broad and fit Marcus was addicted to the indulgences his money and status could buy him. Kinky, dirty one night stands wherever he went were just one of those indulgences. But, craving more, he had bought the young, fresh faced, petite and pale Allen Mare – now going by the name “Jessica” at Marcus' demands – for something longer lasting. Staying at his mansion, for the summer at least, maybe more. His “million dollar slut”, Marcus called Jessica sometimes, often while pulling on his hair and shoving his cock deeper into his throat. Sometimes he simply called Jessica a “rich bitch”. “Spoiled brat” was popular too, especially while bending the girlyboy over his knee and spanking him raw.

  Today, though? Today was a special occasion.

  Without explanation, Marcus had thrown a new uniform in a plastic bag at Jessica for him to wear the moment he woke up.

  “This is what you'll be wearing today – all day. If it gets ripped, I have replacements.”

  “Are we going out?” Jessica asked, with his high, sweet, feminine voice, rifling through the bag with a yawn, still wearing the fluffy, lacy pink lingerie from last night, which was still stained a bit with his master Marcus' cum from his relentless sexual needs.

  “No, not today. You're to be in the mansion – or on the mansion grounds, at least – all day.” Marcus' voice was blunt, serious, making sure all this information sunk firmly into his femboy pet's mind.

  Jessica, on the other hand, quirked an eyebrow at him, curious. What was Marcus getting at today? Usually they went wherever, did whatever, and fucked wherever they went. He would never forget the time he'd bribed a few people so as to be able to fuck Jessica's boycunt raw all over the country club golf course during a friendly match – which Jessica kept losing.

  “I'm not allowed to go out?” Jessica asked, head tilted a little to the side and leaning forward, long blonde hair brushing in front of his face, soft, cute, dainty hands, deep in the bag, still not having gotten a good look at his new uniform.

  “Nope. As in, you'll be punished if you do. So if you made any plans today with some friends? Cancel them. You've got responsibilities here today,” Marcus continued on, emphasizing his words, making it clear he wasn't simply teasing or joking around today. Very serious business.

  “What responsibilities? What's happening? Did I miss an important date?” Jessica reached back into the bag, finding a mass of black, with something fuzzy and white attached to it, along with... rabbit ears?

  “What's happening is a party for a friend. And you? You are going to be the best little servant, maid, and host possible for it.”

  It was then that Jessica finally pulled out the outfit from the bag, hanging it between his fingers, letting it unfurl. Getting an eyeful of what Marcus wanted him to wear for the next 12 hours, at least.

  It was a bunny girl costume. The kind you saw in dirty magazines, or in casino shows. Black, skintight fabric, that came up over his crotch, hugging his cock back against his stomach, and pulling over his taut, firm ass onto his hips. Then up towards his cute, flat chest, and coming around the back – strapless, just like the costumes should be. With a cute litte fuzzy tail on the back, a pair of fuzzy, black soft bunny ears with pink interior to wear on his head as well, finished off with luscious, slutty, 5 inch black heels, pushing his ass further up into the air, and pouting it out, making it look utterly spankable.

  Jessica stared up and down at it, his gleaming eyes looking over the entire ensemble as if not believing it was real.

  “You're serious?” Jessica asked, turning his attention towards his rich owner.

  Marcus' answer was a sly grin.

  Not an hour later, Jessica's long black heels were clacking against the black and white marble of the opulent first hall of Marcus' immense mansion, his naturally girly body looking quite the sight in the bunny costume, his lovely thick ass rolling from side to side with each long step of his legs, making Marcus growl out like an animal at the sight of it, his cock hardening inside of his designer pants. Still, he grunted and readjusted his suit. He'd get his dick wet later. First things first was making it clear, exactly, what Jessica's responsibilities for the night were. He came up behind him, a tanned reaching behind to lewdly grope and squeeze his ass some, still getting some enjoyment for his selfish desires, watching Jessica whine and squirm, his cock hardening in the costume, looking like such a naughty whore like this. God, Marcus loved it.

  “Now, what you have to do tonight is pretty simple: Whatever you're told, you do it.”

  “I already do whatever you tell me,” Jessica spoke, sounding a little confused.

  “Yes, and you're such a good girl for it. However, today is going to be a little different. A good friend of mine, still hasn't retired because the idiot bastard is a workaholic, is having his birthday. And being a good friend, I have to make sure his birthday party is the best possible, right?” Marcus rose his hand upwards, moving over Jessica's ass, to drawing up his back, to running through that long, rich, flowing hair. Twisting his lips as he looked it over, not sure if he liked it, beginning to mutter ideas to himself. “Maybe pigtails... or dye it pink... ah, hell, I'll figure it out later...”

  Jessica waited for him to finish talking to himself before deciding to answer. “...Right. I mean, throwing a big party with your money should be a snap.”

  “And it is! I've already got catering hired out, I've got games, I've got booze, I've got all those wonderful basics. But that's all they are – basics. You? You're the special spice, the one thing I've got that nobody else does.”

  “Ah,” Jessica started, thinking he had found the answer. Continuing to respond in that sugary sweet, teenage girly voice of his. “So I'm eye candy.”

  Suddenly, Marcus reared his hand back, then slapped it against Jessica's ass, leaving a stinging red mark against his pale skin. Watching his femmy boy-toy's body form an arc, eyes going wide for a moment, and mouth opening to let out a razor sharp “OW!”

  “You are eye candy, yes. But you're also so much more. I did say: Whatever you're told, you do it.”

  Jessica rubbed his ass, hissing out, while the gears started turning in his head, trying to figure out what, exactly, Marcus meant by that. If he was already doing whatever Marcus said, wherever and whenever he said to do it, what else could he be asking for?

  Then it all clicked together. Jessica's eyes opened wide, while his mouth moved in tight, closed motions when he spoke.

  “...I have to do everything the guests say.” His voice was restrained, considering the implications of all of this. How exhausted it'd leave him, how much cum he'd have taken in his mouth, his boy cunt, or all over his body and brand new outfit today. Or perhaps all over his face too, staining and ruining the carefully applied thick eyeliner, shadow, and lipstick he applied every morning.

  Rather involuntarily, his cock twitched and bulged underneath the black stretchy fabric.

  “That's right, my little slut toy.” Marcus said this with a delighted little pitch in his voice, stroking Jessica's head as one would a loyal dog. “And they're going to w
ant to do a lot. You do what they say, no questions asked, wherever they want to do it. In the gamesroom, over the coffee table, on the tennis court... you get the idea. You're my... party toy. Party favor. Whatever you want to call it. I guess the best way to put it is, instead of being my little fuck bitch, you're going to be everyone's little fuck bitch.”

  Jessica writhed around more, thighs rubbing together, as did his knees, as he tried to figure out if this made him more anxious and nervous than it did possibly turn him on. His stomach churned some, and he grinded his teeth back and forth, trying to brace himself for the night. Marcus laughed a little, placing his hand on Jessica's shoulder and giving a reassuring, yet domineering, squeeze.

  “Don't drink any alcohol if you can avoid it. You're going to want to drink as much water as possible, just trying to keep hydrated. My friends are going to keep you quite busy.” His hand reached back down, giving Jessica another squeeze on the ass, Marcus' cock getting hard inside his Armani pants just from watching the way his little girly boy toy twitched and moaned from his sensitive body being grabbed or groped. “You'll start with greeting the guests, and from there – well, you'll figure it out. Have fun!” Marcus finished off, turning on his heels and walking away, deeper into the mansion, leaving Jessica to watch him walk off, and then turn his attention towards the large, imposing door. He shimmied in his bunny girl costume some, toes curling and uncurling, anxious about who might walk through the doors first. Or how many people. And when.

  After a tense, uncomfortable full four minutes, the first two guests arrived. They were a husband and wife duo, walking arm in arm, dressed in classy yet bold clothes, with the husband in a standard tailored suit, but one patterned in dark black and blue leopard print, and the wife in a minidress and jacket – having the same print as her husband, though in pink and white colors. They appeared to be the kind of people who liked to be the center of attention of everything. They were both tall as well, though the wife was wearing heels to match her husband's height, she was still at least a full head taller than Jessica. Big, bronzed, beautiful, they both were. The husband was rugged and handsome, with a fit body barely hidden under his clothes, and the wife had heavy, ample breasts that barely stayed inside her dress, and legs that seemed to stretch on for days. He had his short, tight, dark hair, and she had long, straight blonde locks, that seemed to be totally immaculate. Not a single hair out of place, it glided down like something wet, gleaming, and gorgeous, almost jewel like.

  They intimidated Jessica a little, to say the least.

  “Ah, you must be Marcus' special little thing!” The woman started with, walking forward, matching pace with her husband perfectly, step for step. Jessica simply nodded, trying to figure out what to do from here, feeling out of their element.

  “Yes, that's me. I'm Jessica,” He started, intending to say more, but the man cut him off.

  “Jessica! That's such a lovely, sexy name. Rolls right off the tongue, don't you think, Natasha, darling?”

  “Oooh, yes, Zack. And it so fits them. Jess-uh-cah. Mm. Why, it simply fills the air with sex appeal – just like this little cutie does!” The two of them came up close, the mature woman running her hand through Jessica's hair, treating the feminized boy as one would treat a pet. He cleared his throat, trying to bring himself to relax, think of what he was supposed to do.

  “Ah, can I get anything for you? Take your coats, get you a drink, something to eat...?” His voice trailed off, unsure of what else he could or should offer other than those basics.

  “Oh, no, no, no, we'll get those later,” Natasha spoke, hand coming further down to stroke the side of Jessica's face, trickling down to scratching underneath his chin. “Right now, you can do something for my husband. You see...”

  While she was speaking, a rather clear noise of a zipper being undone came out, ringing through the immediate area. Zack groaned out in relief, as if he'd been waiting for this all day.

  “...I'm not particularly fond of going down on my husband's dick, but it's something he can't get enough of.” Natasha's hand reached upwards, passing through Jessica's hair, before grabbing at the back of his head to keep him in place. “So, we generally find others to do that job. And I think you'll do just fine!” Her voice was light, delighted, yet very clearly was not going to take 'no' for an answer. In point of fact, she, surprisingly bubbly so, dragged Jessica towards her husband, and his hard, nine inch cock, hanging out in the open of the mansion. He looked down at the feminized bunny hostess before him, and it made his hard dick twitch in anticipation. Jessica hissed and squirmed, breathing harder and faster as Natasha pushed him to his knees, with surprising amounts of strength in her hand. Grunting and twisting, Jessica came down right to eye level with Zack's cock, pulsing right in front of his eyes, waiting for him to get to work, like he was told, and just suck it.

  “Come on, now,” Natasha urged, pushing his head forward again. “My husband is sweet, but he only has so much patience.”

  “I'm doing it, I'm doing it!” Jessica shot back, brows furrowed and eyes intense. When he came back to staring at Zack's dick though, that hesitation returned. To suck a total stranger's cock like this, right in public, was it really okay? He breathed out hotly onto Zack's shaft, and slowly, cautiously, opened his sweet, cute little mouth up, placing it on the fat head. He started to gently lick, suck, and even drool on it. Getting warmed up for the real thing, and taking his time with pleasuring the party guest before him.

  Zack, however, did not look pleased. Neither did Natasha.

  “Oh, honey, darling, baby,” She called out, looking down into the femboy's eyes. “You're going to have to do a lot better than that. Here, I'll help teach you.”

  Suddenly, the grip on Jessica's head got tighter, as did the pressure behind it, shoving his head roughly forward, having swallow inch after inch of Zack's cock in just a few moments. His eyes grew wide, his breathing cut off for moments, as cock was shoved roughly through his young, sweet mouth, and deep into his warm, tight, wet, velvety throat. Making him gag at first, drool running down the sides and over his chin, while Natasha kept him deepthroating her husband's dick. Zack moaned loudly in delight, feeling no reason whatsoever to restrain himself, face fucking his friend's little girlyboy servant.

  “GNMNH!” Jessica cried out, body stiff and twitching, fingers reaching up to push on Zack's thighs, trying to get some relief. Natasha wouldn't have it though, putting on the power, making sure the sissy boy gargled and swallowed Zack's dick for as long as they demanded.

  “There you go, you little girly slut,” She said, her voice somewhere between insulting and cheery. “Doesn't my husband's dick taste soooo good? Don't you want to please him like a good bitch?”

  “Mmmnh! She looks so fucking sexy in that little bunny outfit of hers, too. Like she was just looking for a cock to suck!” Zack laughed as he spoke, then shivered, pumping his hips back and forth, testing and enjoying the tight throat around his dick. “Ah, god... she's got such a good mouth, too. Warm, wet, tight... just needs to be trained, that's all.”

  “HMNNGH!” Jessica cut in, breathing rapidly through his nose, more spit shining all over Zack's dick, dripping onto the floor.

  Natasha huffed out, tightening her fingers in the sissy's hair. “Oh, shush. Once we get you broken in, you'll be begging for more.”

  She pulled his head back in an abrupt rush of movement, bringing him just to the very edge of her husband's dick, letting all three of them get a good look at how shiny and covered in hot spit his cock was now – as well as letting Jessica truly enjoy the sight of what he was going to be taking, over and over, until he took Zack's hot load. Natasha kept jerking his head back and forth, facefucking Jessica with her husband's rock hard, hot dick, without him having to move at all. It was rough, raw, oral sex, though Jessica did his best to quickly adapt to it, focusing on breathing through his nose, and trying to get used to the sudden, rough, back and forth motions of Jessica's hand. Which only seemed to pick up in speed
and ferocity.

  “Come on, SUCK IT, you fucking GIRLY BUNNY SLUT!” The wife suddenly shouted out at Jessica, burying her husband's cock deep into his throat, holding him there, waiting for him to obey. “SUCK MY HUSBAND'S COCK!”

  Jessica whined and shuddered, but did as he was told, sucking harder around the fat older prick deep in his mouth. Working his tongue in circles, pumping out more spit, tightening his throat around it. And the look of euphoria spreading over Zack's face was unmistakable.

  “Ohhh, that's so much better. You love being a little bitch for Marcus, don't you?” Zack asked, not expecting much of an answer from the gagging femboy below him. “Do you love being a little bitch for me too?”

  Jessica gave out a few more gagged and choked noises before starting to breathe steadily through his nose. After a few short inhales and exhales, he nodded, remembering the words of Marcus – he'd have to do everything the guests said. And so, he nodded to Zack's question.

  It didn't hurt that, despite all the rough hands and force applied to him, despite the filthy words they called him, his cock was still rock hard inside of that black spandex, throbbing against his stomach, even pumping out a few spurts of pre-cum, just from being pushed to sucking a dick, right in the middle of a grand mansion.

  Or, rather, this wasn't 'despite' anything. It was because of it. More and more, Jessica was having to come face to face with the fact that he loved this, loved being treated like this, loved the rough, hard hands, and the naughty name calling, and being used like a little sex toy in makeup and women's clothes.

  Natasha and Zack certainly seemed to have no trouble helping him on this journey of self-discovery. Especially now that Jessica could feel precum getting pumped straight into his stomach, down his throat.

  “Goooood lil bunny bitch, bounce on my cock, just like that...” Zack said, dragging his words out, tongue running over his teeth while his wife kept making him bounce like the rabbit he was dressed up as. “I'm gonna make a mess of you, soon enough...”