Sheila Takes Her Man (Part 2) [shemale] [femdom] [non-consent/reluctance]

****Hi! So, I think I’m going to just go ahead and leave this sequel story here and kind of duck out for awhile. While I do have a few fans, most people are actually disgusted by the things I write, so I’m gonna do some soul searching and see if I can come back better. This story is a lot more story than erotica, but it does end with a bang. I hope some of you enjoy it. For those who don’t, I’m sorry and please know that I’m just a guy trying to clear his head and get to a better place.**********

The next morning, I woke up with a sore ass and a screaming headache. To my further dismay, Sheila was nowhere in sight.

I assumed she had left at some point but checked the driveway to be certain. Sure enough, her black SUV was gone.

I don’t know why this caused my heart to sink. The girl (shemale?) had pretty much raped me the night before.

Part of me wanted to believe it was all just a drunken nightmare, but I still acutely recalled the horror I’d felt when I realized she had a penis. Plus, I could barely walk from how she’d hollowed out my ass hole.

I spent the day recovering from my hangover, and by that afternoon, I was almost feeling completely normal again.

At this point, I started to get really anxious thinking about what my next move should be. Part of me wanted to march down to Thirsty’s Holler and really give Sheila a piece of my mind, tell her she had no right to fuck me like that without my consent.

The other part of me just wanted to wait and see if she would drop back by. Surely she would. I mean, at the end, when she had laid on top of me…..well, it had been kind of….beautiful.

I held out as long as I could, but the longer I sat there at my house doing nothing, the more nervous and restless I got.

I imagined Sheila, down at the bar right now, so close but so far away. Maybe I could just cruise on by. You know, see if her SUV was parked outside. Then, just go from there.

I showered. Got dressed. Then just as quickly undressed. Sat naked on the edge of the bed thinking.

Sheila had said last night that I looked like someone dressed for church. What if I did see her again tonight? I needed to dress….better.

I rummaged through my closet, my laundry, my dresser. It was all straight-leg jeans and khakis, polos and dress shirts. God, I was such a prep!

Business casual it was. I dressed again, headed out to my driveway, fingering the lock button on my car keys. Except Sheila had dropped me off. My car was still at Thirsty’s.

Dammit! Without a thought more, I headed out on foot. The bar wasn’t too far away. It was still just late afternoon. It probably wasn’t even open yet. Nevertheless, I hustled through the cool Fall air, eager to at least get my car back. And maybe see Sheila too.

There were exactly two cars in the parking lot of Thirsty’s. Mine was one of them, a little grey Prius. The other was not the shiny black SUV I’d hoped it would be. My heart sank.

But maybe the bar was closed. Maybe it would open soon, and Sheila would drive up. Maybe she’d even catch me here in the parking lot and we’d have it out. I could really give her a piece of my mind.

There wasn’t exactly a sign in the window of Thirsty’s Holler announcing their hours of operation, and it was still light enough outside that I couldn’t tell if the place was lit up. So, I pulled on the door. And was shocked when it swung freely open.

There I stood like a deer in the headlights. Andy, the bartender, was behind the counter wiping out glasses with a towel. He looked up, his eyes lighting for a moment in friendly recognition. But his smile froze as he realized what I was here for.

“She’s not here,” he said with an apologetic wince in his eye. “She’s off tonight.”

“Oh I know that,” I said stupidly. I was suddenly so nervous, my mouth was on auto-pilot. “I just came for my car.” That was better.

Andy nodded. “Well, we really don’t open up until 6. But you’re welcome to a drink if you want one.”

“A drink?” I said it like I wasn’t standing in the middle of a god damned bar.

“Sure!” Andy ignored my confused look. “You want another Cosmo, like last night?”

I recalled the pinkish drink, and my head swam with remembered drunkenness. I stumbled forward, took a seat.

“I’ll just have a Coke if you’ve got it.”

Andy snapped his fingers. “You got it, Champ!”

He was smooth, and like magic a cold glass of Coke slid my way. I sipped at it, trying to figure what I should do next.

I didn’t have to wonder long. The door to the bar swung open. And, like a dream, in walked Sheila.

She immediately rolled her eyes when she saw me. “Where’d you just come from, a meeting?”

The insult barely fazed me. I was too busy keeping my jaw from hitting the floor.

Sheila was wearing something short, red, tight around her big luscious curves, and open at the chest so her breasts were almost completely exposed. Her curled black hair seemed to set her outfit on fire.

I could have been in that fire for all I knew because suddenly I found it very, very difficult to breathe.

“I want to talk about last night,” I said weakly.

She eyed me incredulously. “Really? What part?” Her eyes leveled on me, daring me to speak.

I glanced at Andy uneasily. No way I was going to hash this out in front of him.

“Let me help you,” Sheila said. “Was it the part where you were too drunk to even walk out of here? Or was it the part where I gave you a ride home? Or maybe,” she said, really working herself up now, “maybe it was the part where you puked all over my car.”

My face flushed, probably redder than her dress. It hadn’t hit me what a handful I’d been last night.

“I’m sorry….” I started to say, but then something hit me. “Wait a minute! You bought me those drinks! That fruit! You wanted me drunk so you could have your way with me!”

Andy suddenly looked very uncomfortable, started backing away from us as far as possible.

Sheila’s face was a mask of fury. “What did you say?” Her words were scary calm.

“You got me drunk?” I said meekly.

She exploded. I didn’t catch it all. It was like standing right up next to a dragon as they breathed pure fire all over your body. It wasn’t fun.

Something about typical men always wanting sex but never being able to handle it and always blaming women or their drink or their stress levels. Something about how all men were toddlers who couldn’t think for themselves, who were never guilty even when they got caught red-handed. Something about how she hadn’t bought me any drinks or fruit or anything.

WAIT. What?

“You didn’t buy me those drinks?” I asked, growing more confused by the minute.

“What fucking drinks?!” Sheila spat, and I swear to God I thought she was going to punch me.

“But Andy said…” I trailed off. “Andy said you….” I tried again. “Andy?”

I looked toward the bartender who was polishing glasses intently now with a sheepish, guilty smile.

He stopped what he was doing, slowly looked up to see Sheila and I both staring at him.

“I thought you were gay!” he said. “Really cute and….gay.”

Oh. My. God. No wonder Sheila was so pissed.

“Besides,” Andy continued. “You looked so nervous! You needed something to calm you down, take the edge off.”

“So you got me drunk and blamed it on Sheila,” I said flatly.

“Drunk….and a little more,” Andy confessed.

“A little more?!” I yelled. “What little more?!”

The bartender looked like he wished he could take back his last words. Too late. He stumbled on.

“Look, you’re fucking hot, okay?” he started. “But you said you weren’t gay. Even though you dressed like it. I thought you were….repressed. So, I thought I’d un-repress you. So, maybe I slipped you a roofy.”

It was Sheila’s turn for her jaw to drop. “You roofied him?!”

“You roofied me?!” I repeated. My head was spinning. No. Really. It was spinning. I felt suddenly faint.

“Sure,” Andy said, matter of factly. “Just like I roofied your Coke.”

I fell to the ground. Before I hit, Sheila lunged at me, caught me in her arms. Sweet, huge boobies! I passed out.

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I woke up some time later. In a bed. Or rather on a bed. Naked. Face down. Tied by my wrists and ankles. My middle was propped up by some kind of cushion so my ass was high in the air.

“What the fuck?” I tried to say, but all that came out was mumbles due to the fact that a rather large purple dildo had been strapped to my mouth, effectively muffling me.

“Wakey, Wakey!”

It was Andy. I couldn’t see him, but he was there, somewhere behind me.

“Had to close the bar….” he said, sounding somewhat regretful. “Wanted to make sure we had plenty of time.”

I heard a bottle pop open, the sound of something liquid squelching.

“Tied up your girlfriend too,” he said. “Don’t worry, she’s in the other room. Incapacitated.”

Andy grabbed my ass cheeks suddenly, squeezed. I jerked away from his touch.

“Now, now,” he said, giving my butt a sudden slap that jolted me from head to toe. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this.”

He grabbed my right cheek, pulled it to the side, began fingering me.

I yelled as best I could through the dildo gag. Andy was using his fingers to lube up my hole, getting me ready for something much, much worse.

As if to confirm my fears, he said, “You know, it was actually supposed to be me that took you home last night.” He squeezed some more lube onto his hands, continued to open me up with his fingers.

“I was gonna take you home, wine you and dine you, and downright fucking convert your ass to the dark side.”

Andy pushed a finger inside me. I yelled, pulled hard against my restraints.

“Easy Champ,” he said, giving my ass cheek a playful slap. “It’s gonna hurt until I break you in.”

I yelled as loud as I could, imagined my arms were the arms of Hercules, and attempted to rip the bed apart. It was no use.

“Seriously….” Andy said. “I guess we’re just going to have to skip right to the main course.”

The sound of more lube. Then, a wet slipping, sliding sound.

“Gotta get her nice and ready for you,” he said.

He leaned in close, spread my ass cheeks with his hands, moved his dick in so the tip pressed up against my hole.

“Noooooo!” I started to wail.

And then, a strange sound. A thud. A pounding. A slam and a crunch like something breaking.

“Oh shit,” Andy said, his dick quickly leaving my ass hole.

“You’re gonna think oh shit in a minute!”

It was fucking Sheila.

Andy literally ran around to the front of the bed, butt ass naked. He tore the dildo gag from my mouth.

“I’ll fuck his mouth! I swear I will!” he said.

“Yeah,” Sheila replied coldly. “Been there, done that.” She circled around to him, looked down at me with a comical leer. “How many times you gonna make me save your ass?”

I groaned. There were no words.

Sheila proceeded to beat Andy within an inch of his life. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, having come so close to being raped by the guy.

She tied him up, gagged him with the dildo, drug him out of the room unconscious.

When she got back, there was this awkward space of time where I could tell she was looking over me, thinking.

“Are you going to untie me?” I asked.

Sheila moved up right behind me, grabbed both my ass cheeks with her hands, squeezed.

“Seems like such a shame to waste a perfectly good set up like this….” she said.

“But you are gonna untie me? Right?” I pleaded with her.

She massaged my ass, working a thumb right up into my hole. “Seems only right that a gal should at least get some kind of finder’s fee.”

“Oh god,” I moaned, trying to resist what she was so devilishly insinuating.

I guess the moan betrayed me. I heard a cloth drop to the ground. The bed shook as she climbed up on top of me. Good thing I was lubed.

Sheila’s big, beautiful body, dwarfed my small frame. She laid her tits across my back, placed her hands at my sides. Her lips found my neck, shoulders. And then she pressed her quickly hardening meat right up to my hole.

I feigned resistance, but isn’t this what I’d been dreaming of all morning? Isn’t this what I wanted? To be with Sheila?

She was chewing on my ear, her lips and tongue making my own dick hard as a torpedo.

She pushed inside me. I groaned against her, spread my legs to make way for her. She pushed in deeper.

My mouth opened involuntarily, my tongue hanging out, licking at my lips. I panted like a dog. Sheila pushed in deeper.

“Does baby boy like that?” her voice was husky against my ear. “Do you like momma’s meat inside you?”

I struggled against her, but my act wasn’t fooling anyone. I was Sheila’s bitch. I smiled at the thought. And then she pushed in balls deep into my ass hole.

I cried out sharply. She backed her meat off, pounded forward again. I cried again.

She reached forward, began squeezing, pulling at my nipples. She humped my ass, slapping her hips forward again and again and again.

I moaned like a girl, it felt so good. “Fuck me.”

The words just barely came out, but Sheila came to a dead halt. “What did you say?” I could practically hear the laughter in her voice.

My face turned beet red. She tweaked my nipples. “Say it,” she ordered

“Fuck me?” I offered.

She tweaked my nipples harder. “Fuck me, what?”

I cried out, my nipples on fire. “Fuck me Momma!”

Sheila actually laughed out loud at that. But then she composed herself, gave my ass a terrific slap, and said, “gladly, baby boy.”

She reared her dick back, drew it almost completely out of my ass, then slammed it in deep.

I yelled, tears streaming from my eyes, but she was merciless, knowing I wanted it now.

Sheila fucked me harder and harder, getting off on my pain. I would have loved to see her ass writhing against my own. The thought of it along with the feel of her meat inside me, the hot wetness of her mouth on my face, her breath coming in heavy ragged gasps as she fucked me got me hard as a rock. Literally so hard it hurt.

She was getting close. In response, she reached between me and the cushion we were laying on, sought out and found my dick. She squeezed hard, then began to jerk me off.

“You like momma’s meat?” she asked as she pounded me near climax. “You want momma’s cum?”

“OHHHH!” I yelled, nearing climax as well. “Fuck me Momma! Fuck me! Cum in my ass!” Whatever I could think of to encourage her, to make her explode inside me.

Sheila practically punched the cushion out of the way. It flew off the bed, and I plopped down flat. She undid my leg restraints, fell down on top of me hard, driving the breath from my lungs.

“Momma’s gonna fuck you so deep, baby boy.” She grabbed my ankles, pulled my legs up behind my back. She plunged her dick harder and deeper into me than she had yet.

“OH GODDDDDD!” The pain was intense, mixed with sweet, humiliating pleasure.

“Take Momma’s meat, baby. Take it all,” she panted, pushing in and out of me. All I could do was take it.

The bed sang out, a harmony of squeaks and groans, as if imitating my own cries. Sheila raped my ass, plunging her dick balls deep in between my cheeks.

I cried. Sheila cried. A battle cry of love and lust and pain. And suddenly she was shooting cum deep into my ass, so deep and so good.

At the same time, my own dick sprayed between her fingers, soaking the bed with hot semen.

Sheila fucked all the cum she could into my ass, fucked me some more, gradually slowing her hips, coming to rest on top of me.

Depleted of strength, she lazily undid my wrist restraints. She let me roll over underneath her, her fat penis pressing up against my small one, both covered in cum.

Her fat, luxurious tits squished up against my chest. Her mouth found mine, her tongue already probing my tongue. I moaned beneath her. Glad to be her man. Or bitch. Or whatever the fuck I was now. Just glad, glad to be hers.

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