Gabriela Was Angry

This is the first story I have written of this type. It involves Cross Dressing and some sexually explicit material, if you are under the age to legally read this in your area please go no further. If you are old enough please enjoy. This story is totally fiction, any names or actions are totally coincidental.

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I wouldn't know how long had passed, I suddenly woke up with Gabriela's voice. - "Good night, Josie. Wake up...".

I opened my eyes and there, in front of me, Gabriela stood aside this handsome and smart man, who I suspected would be Brian, her new boss. She was still wearing that slutty outfit I had helped her dressing some hours ago, but now it was all in a mess. You could see she had been to a lot of work...

As they stood in front of me, he was behind her. With one hand, he kept her skirt up, allowing me to see her beautiful legs, framed by a very pretty pair of pink stockings and an incredibly sexy pair of pink panties. His other hand was inside her panties, rubbing her cunt vigorously. Her head was leaning on his chest and she would sigh every now and then, when his fingers penetrated her more roughly.

"Say hello to Brian, Josie!", she whispered.

I was dumbfunded and didn't know what to do. Why had she taken him home? Why were they doing those things in front of me? After all, I was Gabriela's lawfully wedded husband (more precisely, I was her wife, but that was something which only concerned us. I was thinking all this, when I heard, now in a sharper tone:

• "Say hello to Brian, Josie!".

Still confused, I managed to articulate:

• "Good night Brian. I'm very pleased to meet you."

• "You're a very nice girl", he said, "this bitch told me all about you. I had to come and see with my own eyes!".

When he was saying this, he took his hand off Gabriela's panties and forced his fingers through my lips:

• "Lick it. It's your wife's juice. You should like it. Or do you prefer to lick a man's cum directly from her cunt? Don't worry. It's full of it, by now. You will have your opportunity quite soon...".

He kept on caressing Gabriela very indecently, as displaying her to me. I could see her tits coming out of the semi-opened blouse. Her stockings were in a mess, her skirt was so much curled with wrinks it wouldn't even cover her beautiful and round ass.

Suddenly, he stoped caressing her and commanded:

• "Go get me some cigarettes, bitch...".

Gabriela seemed to wake up, you could see some surprise in her eyes, maybe a little bit of fear. She straigghtened up and started to fix her clothes.

He said:

• "No. You go exactly as you are..."

She stoped and looked at him, almost begging for him not to do this. She was a very much respected woman in the neighbourhood. Everybody knew about us and everyone admired her for having this skirted husband at home, taking care of her and a little baby.

But he wouldn't give up:

• "Go, now!".

She sighed with resignation and headed to where her purse was.

• "No, you will not bring any money or anything with you...", Brian said.

She looked at him, puzzled.

• "You'll manage..." he answered "and you'll better do it nice and fast. I'll be watching you by the window..."

As she was already leaving, Brian called her back and told me:

• "Take that slut's panties off and give them to me..."

I didn'n know what to do, I would never dare make any harm to my beloved wife... She looked me in the eyes and blinked a sign of approval. So I came towards her, I kneeled down and, as gently as I could, pulled her panties down. Mixed with her smell, that smell I knew so well, there was a strong scent of cum. As I took the panties down, I could see drops of it leaking down her legs. Obediently, I came to Brian and handed him her panties (or, to be more precise, my panties she was wearing).

He then said:

• "Now you go...".

And she left. There was a cafŽ by the other side of the street. It was the closest place where to buy cigarrettes. However it was always full at that hour and Gabriela started thinking how she could go in, (un)dressed as she was, and convince the waiters to give her a packet of cigarettes when she had no money with her. So, she decided to go to a smaller bar nearby. It was a dark place, all male, stinking, but it was normally almost empty and the owner was somehow a kind man...

Looking by the window, Brian laughed:

• "She's the pretiest whore on the street, your wife." And turning to me, he said, in a tender voice:

• "Come here, sissy..."

I didn't want to obey him, I wanted to keep somehow the dignity of my home, but I automatically stood up and walked to him. When I came close, he took my hand and pulled me to his chest. With an eager hand, he started lifting up the skirt of my nighty and touching my ass.

• "Put your panties down", he commanded.

Slowly, I did as I was told. Feeling the fresh air, my small cock throbed and immediately became fully erect. Even in its full splendour, my cock was never bigger than my small finger, but even so he noticed what was happening. He squeezed it with his big male hand and whispered in my ear:

• "Mmmm! She's as slutty as her bitchy wifey... That's nice!"

And with that, he guided my hand to his crotch and commanded:

• "Take it out and suck it...".

There, I felt I had to stop. There had to be a limit to the invasion that man was performing there in my own house... Brian noticed my reluctantness and was quite fast solving it. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a strong slap in my face, almost making me fall down.

• "Are you convinced, now?", he asked.

Without even answering, I kneeled down. He was wearing a very smart suit, Hugo Boss or whatever. Slowly, I unfastened his belt, unboutonned his pants, pulled his briefs down and waited for what was coming... To my surprise his cock was quite small. Well it was more or less three times the size of my own, but that was not such a big thing... I had sucked the cock of some of my wife's lovers before. They were all much bigger and thicker than Brian's. I almost felt pity for her. This was not the instrument to satisfy her... Well, but anyway I knew what I had to do. I gently kissed the tip of his cock, one, two, three times. Then I took its head in my mouth and sucked. Then I took it off and licked it all around. Then I put it again in my mouth and let him fuck my face as I know men like. At least, I thought, this was the cock of a white man, a rich man, well off and it was clean...

It smelled sex, you could tell he had been fucking my wife hard. But you could see he washed himself everyday... It was not like some of the tramps Gabriela would bring home, every now and then, rude men with fantastically big cocks... I was getting happier with the situation, as I remembered it might be good to Gabriela's job if Brian liked my blow...job. Men always got crazy with my mouth and my tongue. I don't know why, maybe because I practiced so much... Two minutes later, Brian started coming abundantly in my mouth. Firmly, he kept my head in place until he had finished and I had swallowed all of it. There I stood, still kneeling, while he pulled up his briefs and his pants, fastened his belt, slowly lit a cigarette and looked out the window.

• "Oh! There she comes... She was fast, that bitch of yours!", he said.

I stood up and saw Gabriela on the street She was even more untidy than she was when she left. You could notice immediately something had happened. When she got to our building's front door, you could see some relieve in her eyes, even from up here. She rang, as she had brought no keys.

I was about to attend the door, when Brian said:

• "Not yet!"

I hesitated, but remembered quite fast how hard his hand could hit me and stoped.

• "Come here, he said." Gabriela was still ringing.

I came to the window and I could see a group of teenage boys coming down the street, young vandals like those who wander in the streets late at night. When they saw her, they started whistling and one of them shouted:

• "Hey, bitch, want some cock?".

As they were approaching her, Gabriela rang more insistently. However, Brian wouldn't let me open her the door. He kept my hand on his crotch, as saying: "This is your master, never forget it..."

Suddenly, Gabriela stopped ringing. I looked down and a small mob of eight or ten kids were surrounding her. She tried to resist, but they were too many. Two of them came behind her and forced her to her kneels. The others already had their cocks out and started rubbing them in her face.

• "Open your mouth, bitch...", one of them said "That's nice. I know you like it. Suck, baby...".

The cafŽ in front was now closing and any costumer coming out saw what was happening. However, they obviously thought it was a scene of street sex, a whore working on the street... They would look up a little and then go, because they wouldn't want to have problems with those kids. Almost twenty minutes later, they were all satisfied. Gabriela had sucked each one of their cocks and had swallowed loads and loads of cum.

Going away, one of them came back and told her:

• "You were fantastic... I hope you're here tomorrow..." And he forced a 20 dollar bill between her lips: "This is my part...".

Gabriela stood there, sitting on the floor, with cum all over her hair, all over her clothes, now in complete disarray. It looked like she wanted to die and wouldn't even have forces to ring again and come up. I was naturally worried about her and so I begged Brian to let me go down and bring her back. When he said yes, I thanked him with a quick kiss in his chest and hurried down.

As soon as I got there, Gabriela looked at me with an impressive look in her eyes. She was not at all defeated. Instead, it looked like she had made a strong decision and was about to have it going. The overall look was dismaying. She was almost naked, cum was spread all over her face, her chest, the bare clothes she was wearing... But her eyes still had the strength I knew she had. The stregnth with which she had convinced me to become her obedient wife.

• "Don't worry, honey! I'm sorry for involving you, my sweet thing, in all this... I promise you, though, I'll kill this asshole up there... Or better, I'll let him know what it means to be fucked on the streets..."

Saying this, she stood up, pushed me to her, held me in her arms and, rubbing my ass, said:

• "Don't worry your pretty head, sissy dear... I'll handle this as I always have..."

In the dark, I smilled, deeply relieved. I knew my brave Gabriela would solve this out and bring us back to our plain, adorable life...

(to be continued)

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