Betrayed Chapter 1

"Are you ready, Sugar?" she purred. "Here we go."

She was gentle with me, just as she had been with my mouth. I felt her push forward a little, pause, pull back, then push forward yet again. Even as I tried to relax my body, it felt like her helmet was going to split me in two. I moaned piteously, just as any virgin does at the moment she gives up her cherry. The deeper my lover entered me, the more intense the pain became. As bad as that pain was, it was the shock, surprise, awe of being taken that way that dominated my thoughts.

In time, she squeezed all of herself into me. I felt ripped apart. The tempo and intensity of her thrusts increased slowly, until she was pounding into me. Her balls slapped against my crotch. She dug her talons into my shoulders, yanking my body towards her in time with her thrusts. My shame welled up inside me: shame for not being man enough to satisfy my wife, shame for being cuckolded behind my back, shame for not standing up for what was mine, shame for being seduced, then taken so easily, so forcefully, by a shemale hooker. That shame boiled over, exploding within my mind in a blinding flash. I screamed – not to stop, but to fuck me harder. When she came, she flooded my insides with an intensity I imagined to be equal to my own. The shock of such a deed pushed me over the edge once more, this time without touching my own member.
I was completely spent, physically and emotionally. My humiliation knew no limits. What had Susan called me? The prettiest boy she had ever met. Obviously, a 'pretty boy' had no chance against a stud like Jeff Spencer in her eyes. Just as obviously, the beautiful boy-girl atop me felt the same way; she had just made me her punk bitch. Self-esteem? What's that? I threw on my pants, fumbling frantically with the zipper and belt, then swept up my other clothes in my arms and fled for the door. I heard Dianna call out good-naturedly behind me as the door closed.

"See you again soon... Freak."