Caught in Lace

Shawn had just finished adjusting the tiny pink thong when the knock came at his door. He froze, heart hammering, the silky babydoll nightie clinging to his smooth chest. The outfit was pure slutty sissy fantasy: fishnet stockings, garters, and a short skirt that barely covered his ass. He had the house to himself—or so he thought. "Who is it?" he called, voice cracking.

"Dewayne, man. Left my drill in your garage last week. You home?" The deep voice of his Black neighbor sent ice through Shawn's veins. Dewayne was built like a linebacker, always friendly but with an edge that made Shawn nervous. "Uh, can you come back later?" Too late. The door swung open—Shawn had forgotten to lock it. Dewayne stepped in, eyes widening then narrowing with a slow, predatory grin.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" Dewayne's gaze raked over the outfit, landing on the obvious bulge in the thong. Shawn's face burned. "It's... just a joke. Costume party." Dewayne chuckled, closing the door. "Costume? You look like you stepped out of a porn site, Shawn. Or should I say... Shaniqua?" The name hit like a slap. "Don't. Please. If the neighborhood finds out—"

Dewayne leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Oh, they will unless you make this worth my while. My buddy Marcus is on his way over. We've got a proposition. You service us both—on your knees, that pretty mouth and that tight little pussy—or I send these pics to every group chat in the block." He held up his phone, already snapping. Shawn's stomach dropped, but heat pooled low in his belly. The humiliation was twisting into something else: raw, forbidden arousal. "You're serious? Blackmail?"

"Call it incentive," Dewayne said, stepping closer. His hand brushed Shawn's thigh, fingers tracing the garter. "Look at you, already hard in that slutty getup. You want this." Shawn swallowed, witty retort dying on his tongue. "Fuck you, Dewayne. I could call the cops." Dewayne laughed, low and rich. "For what? Wearing panties? Nah. You'll take our cocks like the sissy you are. Marcus has a monster too—twelve inches of thick Black meat. Bet that ass is dripping just thinking about it."

Shawn's cock twitched visibly. The tension crackled, witty banter masking the building hunger. "You're an asshole," he muttered, but his voice was breathy. Dewayne's fingers hooked the thong, pulling it aside. "And you're wet already. Panting like a horny bitch." The door opened again; Marcus entered, massive and grinning. "Damn, Dewayne. You weren't lying. This sissy's ready." Shawn backed up, but his body betrayed him, ass brushing the couch. "Two of you? That's not fair." Dewayne unzipped, freeing his huge, veiny cock—thick, dark, already hard and leaking. "Life ain't fair. On your knees. Blowjob first. Show us what that mouth can do or the whole neighborhood sees you bent over in lace."

Shawn dropped, the carpet rough on his knees. He wrapped a hand around Dewayne's shaft, stroking the heavy length. "Witty comeback?" Dewayne teased. "Or too busy drooling?" Shawn glared up, but licked the head, tasting salt. "You're both pigs." Marcus freed his own massive cock, slapping it against Shawn's cheek. "Suck it, sissy." Shawn took Dewayne first, lips stretching around the girth, tongue swirling as he bobbed. The room filled with wet sounds, his own cock throbbing untouched. Dewayne groaned, hand in Shawn's hair. "That's it. Good girl. Take it deeper." Shawn gagged but pushed on, saliva dripping down his chin.

Marcus pulled him off, spinning Shawn to face the couch. "Ass up." The thong was yanked down. Shawn's "pussy"—smooth, shaved, and now visibly wet with precum—clenched. Dewayne pressed in first, the massive head breaching with a burn that made Shawn gasp and moan. "Fuck—too big!" "Relax, slut," Dewayne growled, thrusting slow and deep. Shawn panted, body sweating, the stretch turning to pleasure. Marcus fed his cock into Shawn's mouth again, the double penetration overwhelming. They fucked him in rhythm—Dewayne pounding his ass, Marcus using his throat—until Shawn was dripping, cock bouncing hard.

The climax hit hard. Dewayne slammed in, flooding Shawn's ass with hot cum. Marcus followed, pulling out to paint Shawn's face and tongue. Shawn came untouched, ropes splattering the floor as he shook. Panting, sweating, the three of them collapsed in a heap of limbs and lace. Dewayne smirked. "Round one. Neighborhood stays quiet... for now."

But the night was young, and the threat lingered like a promise.