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I shared with her my fantasy of being dressed as a debutante someday and be able to wear shoulder length white kid gloves. She let her bra slip off and placed my gloved hands on her breasts and had me suck on her nipples which by now were hard and stuck right out. I was so overjoyed at the way that I looked and felt that I embraced and began kissing her passionately and rubbing her breasts and feeling her between her legs. Then she took my head in her hands and directed my painted lips to her nipples and made me suck each one back and forth while massaging her breasts with my gloved fingers.
She raised her head, flicked her hair out of the way and whispered in my ear, "I hope you don't get to loving cock so much you forget to service my tight pussy." Marion stopped at the edge of the bed, cupped my balls and lightly scratched them with her red nails, her other hand found the back of my neck and she pulled me to her and kissed me then said, "Here baby, you lay down. I ran my fingers through her hair, whispered, "Yes. Fuck me," and reached down, enveloped her ass with my hands and pulled her to me hard, snapping my hips up as best I could.
Second, you will do as I say." As she slid up my body and placed her cum filled pussy on my face, she began feeling my tongue enter her and clean out the mess I just left. She told me that I was such a good cum-slut cleaning her out that I must love to be fucked too. She introduced me as her new girlfriend and he laughed as she told him that I was a cum slut and loved to be fucked in my ass. I heard my mistress ask, "He looked like a good cock sucker, how does he feel?" He finally pulled out as she came around and saw my pathetic tears and cum covered face.
You're gonna be a hungry little slut for my big cock." She stroked my ass, a finger circled gently at my opening. Marion had gotten me to wear her lingerie a few times while I fucked her, stockings, a teddy or a camisole; bra, stretchy top or stiletto heels while she played with my cock and my ass. You want to get fucked in your pussy, don't you, baby slut. All good little sluts need to suck the cock that's gonna fuck 'em." My nasty little classy slut on her knees in lingerie and makeup, pretty blue hair framing that lovely face, sucking her Mistress's cock. Mmm, your clit is so hard, baby slut." She fed me precum.
Finally, Katie told me, "Since you are too much of a pussy to say it, go RIGHT NOW and get your 'outfit' and Gina's panties that you have been stealing from her!" Without hesitation, Katie walked right up to Gina, ran her fingers through her hair, and started kissing her more intimately and passionately than I had ever seen her kiss before. Chris withdrew his finger, told Gina to turn around and sit down, and put his finger back in Katie's mouth to suck clean. As I went to give my next idea, Chris interrupted me, "Gina, when Sean is dressed like this, your sister calls him Stacey. Finally, Chris said he was taking Katie to their bedroom and that this was my opportunity to have some alone time with Gina.
Your tiny penis is being monitored 24/7 by women, you are wearing silky pink panties, a bra with DD silicone breast forms, nylon thigh highs, and you want to argue about what dress you'll be wearing? You are a sissy, and your role in life going forward, now that you've admitted it, will be to serve women," she paused and put her hand under my skirt and stroked my semi-erect cock until it was hard, then she continued, "Kelli has been quite specific in her orders. Kelli's panties over my head, Ms. Jensen watching Ms. Panington spank me, my ultra-feminine clothing, too much.
The very thought of wearing panties would get me aroused and to be included with a group of cute girls shopping for panties and bras was absolute heaven. I never developed beautiful breasts like she did, of course, or the extra curve to her hips and bottom, but I looked way more like her than I did some of the jock guys at school. She'd developed full C breasts by that point so the bra cups were very loose on me, but I loved that she showed me how to put it on and how it should fit on my body. That's when I hugged my sister just wearing her panties and bra and trying to keep the erect bulge in my panties from rubbing her as I enjoyed how good her body felt.
The water coursing over me, cleaning the previous day's filth from me, felt like a warm summer rain massaging me as I rinsed off. With a little laugh she said, "I've been doing a little cleaning while you were in the shower." Gesturing toward the luggage she continued, "I have taken the liberty of sealing up some of your male clothes that aren't needed. With her mouth near my ears and the smell of her perfume beginning to reach me she whispered in sultry tones, "Slut, are you ready to be trained as my slave and maid? As I pulled the panties up my smooth legs and over my stiff cock, I felt a little embarrassed especially since my dick was making an unfeminine appearance sticking out above the low cut bikini panties.
Looking up at her, I watched as she reached down for the back of my head, "C'mon sissy...just like I taught you...take it all the way." She pulled my hair back with her hand, then pushed my head down on it, "If you're not going to do it right, I'll do it for you." She began pumping her hips and fucking my mouth, pulling me deep and holding me there for a moment. A big smile came across her face as she slowed to catch her breath, "There we go sissy...a little squirt for me!" She reached down to gather with her fingers what wasn't trapped in the cage, "Clean it up like a good girl." I sucked the cum off her fingers as she pulled the dildo out of my ass.
Joan showed up a few minutes early and Jean could tell by her attire, she had plans for Bob. She wore her black leather skirt with black silk blouse, neckline just low enough to hint of cleaveage. And part of him wanted to look her in the eye and tell her that he had taken that slip and gone into the guest room and got naked with it. Finally, Joan again picked up the slip by the straps, laid it on Bob and let it drop. Jean picked up the slip from his lap and before she wiped his face, she made him lick the collected cum that had oozed out from it.
Just for a while to see what it would be like to finger myself, or to have some man want my body and hunger for me the way that I had hungered for woman in the past. “Oh I wish I were a woman just for a week, just to see what it would be like...” why is this coming out of my mouth. I rush into the house to my waiting wife and kids, kiss them all and head to our liquor cabinet. Need to cut them worked through my mind as my head continued to pound. I force my eyes open a bit and my head begins to pound harder.
"Hurry up bitch and get your girly stuff on, I've been wanting to get my dick in you since I read that first story online," she said as she put a condom on her cock. She continued to talk about me getting a real cock either in my mouth or in my ass the whole time she was fucking me that night. She started talking about me sucking a real cock again as she slowly fucked my mouth. "What a messy little whore, we need to get you cleaned up," Angie said as she reached around and raked up the cum from my face with her finger. Before the guy left Angie told him to come back after he got off work and fuck my ass like he had my face and he agreed that he would.
Why would she want me when she knew I was a slutty little sissy bitch wearing satin lingerie like a girl? "Sabine let me know you were a bit of a size queen so I thought we'd have some real fun." From my kneeling position, the cock looked huge. "Mmmm, yes, sissy wants her Mommy's cock, doesn't she?" cooed Mrs. Yakota. It felt so glorious to be fucked like the total sissy I was, with such a beautiful, huge cock and by a beautiful, powerful woman. Even though I couldn't get erect, I felt like something was happening with my cock and balls. Mrs. Yakota was working herself up good and fast, moaning and babbling about being Mommy and fucking her sissy girl with her huge cock.
I've trained elle to measure the washing liquid and get the temperature of the water just right, mixing it well before adding an item. elle went to work, leaning over the bathroom sink, hips shivering as she worked my intimate garments with her soapy hands. She kept her eyes trained on her task as I re-entered and stood once more behind her, savoring the muscles of her back and thighs, so nicely framed by her apron. I stepped around her to the sink and dipped my black dick in the soapy water, allowing her a good view of its slippery length. I proceeded to fuck her, my pretty little elle, in her apron, with her fingers gripping the sink that was full of my wet underthings.
Lilla came up, hugged me, kissed me while stroking my cock under my skirt, said in a husky voice, "God, that's so hot. I sighed, gave a small head shake at the TV, and was surprised to notice the pull and sway of the earrings, and the hair that flicked around my face and on my neck felt kind of nice, sexy even. We watched the game and at halftime Lilla muted the TV, said, "Come 'ere, mamacita, gimme some sugar." She put her hand behind my neck and hauled me in for a soft, lingering kiss. She kept me constantly aroused by telling me how hot I looked, how beautiful I was, grabbing me for a smoldering kiss, fondling my ass, my nipples, gently rubbing her hand along my front.
Daryl walked towards the full length mirror; his breathing was hard as he watched himself. He ran his hands over his chest, down his stomach and over the hard bulge in the satin panties. He tried standing up but his legs threatened to fail him so he resorted to just turning around on his knees to face her, his hands fluttering about as he tried to hide what was already in plain sight. This is just the five inch attachment but I am sure we will work you up to the larger sizes in no time." She walked over to him in slow measured steps, making sure he got a good look at what was in store for him.
I found a bra, a pair of panties, a garter belt and seamed white stockings, all in a size that appeared would fit me. I fastened the garter belt on the second hook, that seemed to give about the right amount of tension to it and took each of the stockings in turn and rolled them up my legs. I knew what was coming next, the instruction to put on the lacy panties, the only item left, so I clicked on the next link. She was right, the sensations were incredible as the slippery nylon slid easily over the stockings, caressing every inch of my legs as they made their way up and over my cock and balls.
Giggling naughtily, the seasoned slave began to run her hands up and down Adam's body, teasing each part as she slowly removed his clothing. The silk enchanted his skin and his mind equally--all he could feel or think was the pleasure of having these girly pieces of clothing touching his body. Her pussy pulsed in waves of indescribable pleasure that spread throughout her body and orchestrated her limbs—they clawed and grabbed at the giggling sissy, pushing Hailey down harder on the pussyboy's exploding cock. "Fill me you dirty, giggling slut!" she screamed, pumping his cock with practically inhuman speed, before collapsing onto the ground in a twitching mass of pleasure, lust, and brainwashing.
In bed Saturday night, Bella long gone to her Bar to work I allowed my hands to touch my little sex. I mean I just saw you cum on your face like some girly faggot, but did you actually shave your body before you did that?" Its not like I could deny it, I was hairless like a girl so I nodded. You didn't think your little faggot dick was enough for me, did you?" She was cooing at me in a new evil but sexy way, I didn't know what she was up to. You sucked a real man's dick and ate his cum, now all you deserve from me is my piss you fucking faggot.
And the best thing is, most of the senior promotions, like yours, are going to womyn!" Julia wasn't sure if Samantha was more excited about her promotion or that women had taken so many of the positions. It's going to make having a baby with him almost impossible unless I give up on the idea of breastfeeding my baby like I wanted to." Julia brought her hands to the side of her head and began rubbing her temples with her fingers trying to ward off an approaching headache. "Role reversal," Samantha said, more to herself than to Julia, the words having some deeper meaning as her expression shifted to satisfaction, almost excitement.
I knew by the way she said it that it wasn't going to be pleasant. I finished showering as quickly as I could, but not before the minimum of 10 minutes that Mistress said I needed just to be clean. Come with me," she said to my Mistress. "Well follow me," she said, this time looking directly at me. Mistress had picked out a pink lace thong for me to wear that day. When we got to the back room, the girl in the waxing room looked up with what seemed like a smirk. "Well Kitten, what would you like done?" she said. "Kitten here really wants his pussy to be waxed clean," she said. "Look, Kitten," Mistress turned back to me.
Breathing a little heavier when we broke, Lilla said, "Baby, you know how I love your mouth. With a practiced move I tucked my dazzling deep purple hair behind my ear, felt and heard the sexy whisper of nylon as I shifted, saw the flared lace sleeve and my long light burgundy nails as my hand held her cock. I lay there, on my knees, head down with my cheek on the mattress, dazzling purple hair now covering my face, holding myself open for Lilla with long light burgundy nails. Using her wetness I worked a finger into her rear and she hissed, "Yes." With one hand twisting a nipple Lilla reached behind my head, pulled me into her hard and I heard her growing moan crescendo and felt her spasms on my tongue.
I walked upstairs to find my wife standing in our exercise room dressed in a black leotard, pink tights, and ballet shoes. On the bed in our room, she had laid out a pink thong dance panty, a brand new pair of pink Capezio Ultra Soft dance tights, a pink high neck leotard, white leg warmers, and a pair of pink leather Capezio ballet shoes, all of which she had ordered in my size for the occasion. She led me through a series of stretches on the bar as I admired my tights covered legs with my toes pointed in the dainty ballet slippers. While I struggled to take her cock, I watched the scene in the mirror- a ballerina roughly fucked in her tutu and tights.
She asked if I was thirsty, and she told me to drink from the toilet, "like a good little puppy." I had never drunk from a toilet, and it was humiliating, at first. We had discussed toilet training, and she said that she wanted to see me drink the byproduct of what I had drunk from the toilet earlier--she put me in my place right away, as a puppy and a toilet slave. "Pee like the good little bitch you are," she said, laughing at me as she watched, humiliating me. Well, except for having to go pee in the middle of the night--and that, I did in the back yard, like a good little puppy.