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My formal training as a "pleasure sissy" started when I was around five
years old – as best as I can remember – under the loving guidance of
my Mistress Mommy. She said my beauty was far to valuable to waste as a
boy.
Mistress Mommy doesn't have the equipment to be a "pleasure sissy," if you
catch my drift. But she WAS a "pleasure girl" for many years, and also
began her training at age five. Mistress Mommy knows the ropes very well.
I sucked cocks during my first year of training, and I was eight when I was
fucked for the first time.
I'm 14 now, and I believe I have pleasured around 200 different men over
the years. Almost all come back for more, despite my very high price
tag. If I could go back and change anything in my life, I wouldn't change a
single second of it. That's how happy I am.
The story I want to tell you about now took place when I was 10. Here goes
...
Even at my very young age, I'm an expert in the art of giving sexual
pleasure to men. Mistress Mommy says there are many men who want a girl
like me, and they're willing to pay for it. I believe her because I love
her, and she loves me.
Sometimes I am an overnight gift to one of her many gentlemen friends;
sometimes she auctions me off; sometimes she rents me out to parties;
sometimes she sends me out on dates; sometimes I perform for her friends
with a "rent-a-dick," as she calls the men she hires for the
occasions. Well, I guess you get the picture of what I am. I love every bit
of it.
Training begins promptly at 9 a.m. every day. I am required to be naked at
home – which is very pleasant – and in the high heels Mistress Mommy
has chosen for the day. After I put them on, I present myself to her, and
Mistress Mommy ties bows in my long, dark brown hair and around my tiny,
circumcised peepee. My thingy is only two inch long and as thin as a pencil
when erect. Mistress Mommy says it's so cute and pink! It's ALWAYS at
attention for my gift wrapping.
Mistress Mommy says some little girls like me are embarrassed when their
bare peeny is hard and they're in front of people, especially men. Not me –
I love it.
Every day, she does my makeup, paints my nails, applies perfume, and
inserts a buttplug. Sometimes the buttplug is small; other times I'm
stretched to the limit. Mistress Mommy wants me to be "versatile" and to
"embrace the variety." Whatever that means. But I do soooo enjoy buttplugs!
Away from home, I can be anything and everything from a Catholic
schoolgirl; to a French maid; to Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz ... or
actually anything I'm hired to be. I wear heels and bows no matter what,
and sometimes Mistress Mommy adds garterbelts and stockings. I don't own a
pair of panties – not even a g-string – and, as I said, I love the
way men look me when my peepee is stiff and on display.
I've become so skilled at walking in heels I can easily handle five-inch,
come-fuck-me stilettos. Today I have on all red – five-inch
patent-leather pumps, with matching bows in my hair and on my peeny.
I'm also wearing shoulder-brushing silver earrings and a diamond drop.
I'm called by many names as situations dictate, but I like "Danielle" the
most. "Danielle" is what Mistress Mommy calls me.
I'm tutored – Mistress Mommy doesn't neglect my education – by Master
Daddy. This is important, she says, because I will have my own
pleasure-sissy or pleasure-girl service one day, and will need to know
about "business."
Of course, Master Daddy is not my real Daddy, but I'm happy to call him
that and fulfill his desires. He arrives in the afternoon, shortly after
Mistress Mommy's morning training session ends and we have lunch. I meet
Master Daddy at the door, drop immediately to my knees, unzip his trousers,
and suck his cock until he orgasms. Sometimes he allows me a break, and he
fucks my pootie as Mistress Mommy watches.
I don't know anyone my age, but that's okay – the men I'm with are so
kind and caring. They're more than enough to make me happy. Mistress Mommy
calls them "clients," but many of them prefer that I call them "Daddy."
Just like Master Daddy, right?
Chapter 2
My Mistress Mommy has me "booked" today with four gentlemen who are going
to take me to a cabin in the woods. I don't know the men, but I'm not
scared to go with them – Mistress Mommy would NEVER let me go out with
men who would hurt me. Besides, most all of them come back for more, so why
would I be in danger?
The bell rang, I opened the door and greeted one of the day's callers. He
was very handsome, and we smiled at each other.
"I'm honored to be at your service today, sir," I said, and curtseyed as
Mistress Mommy has trained me to do. "I do sooooo hope you will be pleased
by my company."
"I'm sure we will, Danielle," he said as he savored my naked body, my
heels, my bows, my jewelry, and erect thingy. "You are very beautiful and
sexy."
All the men tell me that, so Mistress Mommy was right about not wasting my
beauty. She's always right.
Mistress Mommy appeared and the man handed her a thick brown envelope. I
guess "business" was in it? She accepted and offered my caller a valise.
"There are several of Danielle's most popular costumes, lingerie and three
pairs of heels inside," she says.
But the man politely declined, saying, "That won't be necessary. She's
already perfect."
I actually blushed! My peeny tingled, and I curtseyed again in
appreciation. I could feel my pooper muscles tighten uncontrollably but
pleasantly around my buttplug.
Mistress Mommy kissed me and told me to be at my best, but she knows I'm
ALWAYS at my VERY best.
"Shall we go?" the gentleman caller asked.
I curtseyed and answered yes. He took me by the hand and lead me to a van.
My heels click-clacked and the sound echoed seductively, but I didn't
bother to cover up because we live in a cul de sac in a quiet
neighborhood. If anyone should see me, I would be happy to suck and fuck
them for their silence.
I had with me a small red-leather purse that contained makeup, hairbrush,
toothbrush and paste, mouthwash, perfume, tampons and Anal Eze. I expected
to need the lube, as I would be entertaining FOUR men.
I hoped they all had nice cocks. I'd taken 10 inches before, but I prefer
six to eight. I don't understand this, but Mistress Mommy says I have
"nerve endings" around my "sphincter" and in my pooper that are more
sensitive when a man without a huge log fucks me. A cock bigger than eight
inches stretches me too far for my liking, but my liking is not at all
important. What IS important is that I'm still able to please its owner.
I was placed on the lap of one of the men and I invited him to touch me as
he saw fit. The first thing he did was kiss me. I love to be kissed with a
lot of tongue. Then he fondled and pinched my tiny, pink nipples and they
hardened into diamonds.
I'm flat-chested, of course, but Mistress Mommy says that's just one of the
things that makes me so desirable. She says that as I age, I will take "the
hormones" to give me boobies and wider hips. I don't know what "the
hormones" are, but I want boobies and hips! Mistress Mommy says, though,
that my bootie cheeks are already plump like a little girl's should be.
She also says my legs are long and gorgeous! Heels make them look even
longer.
My skin is soft, milky-white and flawless. Mistress Mommy says it's because
I have "good genes," but that's something else I don't understand. She says
I will some day, and I always believe Mistress Mommy.
I could feel my future lover's cock hardening, and I wiggled and ground my
bare ass into his bulge.
"Would you like for me to get off your lap and suck your cock, sir?" I
asked.
"I would love that," he said. "But I want to save my cum for when we get to
the cabin."
I was then passed to a second man, and the cycle repeated itself. By the
time the third man got his hands on me, I was squeaking and squealing, and
a dry orgasm flowed over me. My peeny deflated, but the ribbon stayed put.
As we drove on, the men chatted and I remained silent. That's my place,
after all; I was there only for their pleasure. I love it so.
Then one of the men noticed I was covered in chill bumps and
shivering. Although I would never complain or ask for a favor, he gently
wrapped me in a thick, warm comforter that was in the back of the van. I
sighed audibly because I felt so safe and secure. And erect.
"Thank you, sir," I said.
When we reached the cabin, I shucked off the comforter and I was carried
inside like a new bride. Once I was on my feet again, I curtseyed and asked
how I could be of service.
A fire crackled in the living-room fireplace and I felt so warm and alive!
The men had very visible bulges, so I felt sooooo desirable, too! So
wanted! These are the times Mistress Mommy has trained me for.
"Danielle," said one of the gentlemen, "would you please have some
champagne, then dance for us?"
"Of course," I said. "But first, please relax. I'm trained to mix
cocktails. What is your pleasure?"
I took their orders and expertly filled them at a wet bar. Their eyes never
left my naked body. My peeny was tingling and my pootie tightened around
the buttplug as they watched me.
After I delivered the drinks, I was passed from lap to lap again, felt up,
kissed ... and I downed THREE glasses of champagne!
"Would you like for me to dance now?" I asked, very buzzed and extra warm.
They told me that they would. So I stood, curtseyed, and began to sway my
hips while running my hands through my luxurious hair and down over my flat
chest.
I turned, flung my hair forward, and bent at the waist. Because Mistress
Mommy has trained me so well, I can place my palms on the floor while
keeping my legs straight, even in five-inch heels.
As I was bent, I moved my naked ass slowly up and down like I do when I'm
being fucked. Some people say that's "twerking." But "twerking" is so much
faster and less sensual, don't you think? And I don't like that
word. Neither does Mistress Mommy. She says I'm a lady and ladies don't
"twerk." Ladies suck and fuck, but don't "twerk." Ever.
Then I stopped and spread my asscheeks, exposing my buttplug.
I turned to face the gentlemen and said, "Please, sirs, would you take your
cocks out while I continue to dance?"
They did, and I began to sway my hips again. I smiled and blew kisses; bent
to show the buttplug again; pinched my nipples and offered them to the men.
Finally, one of the men said, "I can't stand it anymore. I have to fuck
her."
"Here, or in the bedroom?" I asked, and curtseyed. "Whatever you choose, I
look forward to giving you pleasure, sir. I will enjoy having your big cock
in my tight hole. I hope you will allow me to properly suck it before you
penetrate me."
I'd done this before, as you can see.
He choose alone with me in the bedroom, but I knew the four of them would
allow me to suck and fuck them all at once. Mistress Mommy calls that a
"gangbang." I love them.
Chapter 3
The man picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.
Mistress Mommy says some men have "fantasies," and they're another thing I
don't fully understand yet. But Mistress Mommy says to "fulfill them" by
doing anything the men ask for. I guess fucking a very young bride is a
"fantasy?"
I sat on the bed with my legs spread – exposing my stiff peeny and bow –
but my high-heeled feet were on the floor. I asked the man if he would
please undress for me so I could see him naked; I wanted to see his
beautiful hard cock again.
Undressed, he stood between my spread legs, presented his circumcised man
meat to me, and I took it into my hand. I stroked it, then licked up and
down the shaft, paying close attention to his cockhead and peehole. Then I
reached around him, grasped his asscheeks, and pulled him into my mouth as
deeply as I could. His cock hit the back of my throat, but I didn't gag. My
training has prepared me for that.
He moaned and pumped his cock in and out as I savored his precum. I felt
him start to squirm, an orgasm approaching, so I quickly took my mouth off
his cock and said, "Sir, while I would love to taste your sweet cum as it
flows into my tummy, I believe you will enjoy filling up my hole with it
even more."
I laid back and spread my legs. He positioned his cock to enter me, and I
placed my calves on his shoulders. I like being fucked in any position that
pleases my lover, but my favorite is on my back. Mistress Mommy calls this
the "missionary position." I don't know why, but I don't question Mistress
Mommy, as you know. In this position, I can see my high heels pointed to
the ceiling, and I know I've opened myself up completely.
I reached back and removed the buttplug. It made a sweet "pop" as the
widest part cleared my tight pink hole. My pucker closed and winked.
"If it pleases you, sir," I said, "slam your cock into me as hard as you
can. I can take it. Please fuck your little girl hard, Daddy."
The man had not asked me to call him "Daddy," but I knew men love it, and I
didn't think I was taking a risk. Mistress Mommy says I have "good
impulses."
He DID ram his cock into me hard – balls deep – and I met his trust
by lifting my ass off the bed and slamming back against it.
As we got into a rhythm, I squealed, "Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fuck me soooo
hard! Squirt your cum in me and make me pregnant!"
He continued to moan, letting me know I was doing and saying the right
things.
"Please cum for me, Daddy," I said. "Fill your little girl with your love
juice! Make me pregnant, Daddy! I want to have your baby!" Saying that made
me orgasm.
Then I felt his spasms begin, and I knew I was only seconds away from being
filled with warm cum. I had my second orgasm. My pooper muscles squeezed
his cock even harder and he exploded. He continued to move in and out of me
until he was drained, and his cock popped out of my hole.
We rested for a moment, then I got off the bed and curtseyed, allowing his
cum to dribble down my legs. I knew he saw it, and I hoped it would please
him.
"Thank you, sir, for filling me up," I said. "Please allow me five minutes
until my next lover takes me."
As the bedroom door closed, I rushed to the toilet and pooped out as much
of his cum as I could. I wanted to be as clean as possible for my next
fuck. When I get home, I thought, I will ask Mistress Mommy to buy me some
scented douche so I can always be sweet and fresh. She would, I knew, and
would compliment me again on my "good impulses."
I wanted to brush my hair and teeth, but my purse was out in the living
room, and I couldn't ask one of the men to bring it to me. I'm not here to
ask for favors, as you know. I'm here to serve. Mistress Mommy has trained
me to be submissive and satisfy my lovers. I enjoy that very much.
Chapter 4
I had just finished sucking and fucking the fourth man, and I knew the
"gangbang" was coming. I was soooo excited! But I'd been fucked HARD by
four men and I needed to refresh – although I had evacuated after each
man came – and recharge.
I retrieved my purse, went back into the bathroom, removed my heels and
bows, and stepped into a hot shower. Even as much as I looked forward to
servicing four cocks at ounce, I stood in the shower awhile, relaxing until
my skin turned pink.
Besides, the men needed to reload, too, and I wanted all the cum they could
pump into me!
I turned the shower off, stepped out and found a stack of thick, fluffy
towels waiting for me. They had been silently left by one of the men. How
sweet! I patted myself dry, brushed my hair and teeth, used mouthwash,
reapplied my makeup and perfume ... and, OF COURSE, my heels and bows!
I walked into the living room and I saw the men had remained naked, but
were not fully erect yet. I looked forward to taking care of that.
I've been so well trained by Mistress Mommy I remembered each man's
cocktail order, and I mixed them fresh drinks. I also poured myself another
glass of champagne.
We retired to couches and I was handed off from lap to lap. I was kissed,
touched, fondled, and my hole fingered as we enjoyed our drinks. The heat
from the fire and the mens' hands felt sooooo good on my bare skin!
Then I noticed the men were starting to harden, so I got to my knees and
moved from cock to cock, sucking.
"Please, sirs," I said. "May I service all of your cocks at once?"
I was swept off my feet again and carried into the bedroom. I was laid on
my back across the bed so that my head dangled off.
I opened my mouth and accepted one of the hard cocks. Two of the men were
at my sides, so I took a cock in each hand as they sucked my nipples. I
didn't have to wonder long where the fourth man was – I felt my bow
being untied and I felt a warm mouth on my peepee.
Having my thingy sucked is not a common occurrence for me, and Mistress
Mommy has explained the differences in "bottoms" and "tops." I don't think
I will ever be a "top." I don't think my peepee will ever be big enough to
stay inside a man. I would try, of course, if asked, but I don't think
that's my calling. So in my mind, the man had his mouth on my clitty.
I usually squeak and squeal when I orgasm, but now I was screaming they
were so intense! I lost count of how many I had.
The men moved around my little body, swapping places over and over. Then I
felt the bow being tied back onto my stiff peeny.
I flipped over onto my back, arched, and offered my hole to whoever got to
it first. I felt a cock enter me, and I welcomed it by pushing
back. Another man presented his cock to me and I began to suck. Again the
men moved around me, taking turns in my mouth and hole.
I could feel the current cock in my hole begin to spasm, then I felt the
warm cum explosion. I tightened and relaxed my pooper muscles to milk out
as much of his cum as I could. Another cock entered my stretched pooper,
and I took a new one in my mouth.
A second cock erupted into my hiney-hole, and a third, then a
fourth. Afterward, I licked each cock clean.
Final Chapter
I was carried into the bathroom where the men removed my heels and
bows. One started a hot shower for me, then stepped in along side me. He
started to lather me up, but I stopped him and took the shower gel. It was
my duty to wash each of them, not the other way around.
I even patted them dry with the thick towels. After I was done, I gently
tapped each on the ass and shooed them out into the living room to
dress. My shooing them was a little forward of me, but I knew they liked
it. "Good impulses?"
I got back in the shower and stood under the hot jets until I relaxed so
much I thought my knees would buckle. After all the champagne and multiple
fuckings, I was EXHAUSTED. It was then that I realized each man had fucked
me TWICE! My little pooty was pounded EIGHT TIMES that day!
I did all I could to keep my hair dry, but it was hopeless. And it was
sticky with cum, so I had to shampoo it. When I got out, I patted myself
dry and towel-dried my hair as best I could. I had an idea of what to do
with my damp hair, though.
I sat on the toilet and pooped out as much cum as I could, then inserted a
tampon. I knew I would be riding home on laps and the last thing I wanted
was to be leaking.
I reapplied makeup and perfume, then brushed my teeth.
The bright idea for my hair was to use the ribbons to create long, cute
pigtails, and it was next to impossible to tell my hair was damp when I was
done.
I played with my peepee until it was stiff – it didn't take long –
then retied the bow and stepped into my heels. I looked in the mirror and
admitted to myself that I'm a true creampuff!
The men were standing as I reentered the living room, and they wrapped me
in their arms, kissed and fingered me.
Believe it or not, I could see new bulges in their pants, so I sucked their
cocks again. That means I had caused a DOZEN orgasms that day!
"I hope I have satisfied your needs, sirs," I said, as I licked the last
drop of cum off the fourth man's cock and tummy. They actually applauded!
Like the gentlemen they are, they carried me to the van and bundled me in
the comforter again. Oh, well, I guess the tampon was wasted effort, but
its soft dampness from the thick cum soothed my sore hole. It wasn't long
before I was sound asleep in the arms of one of them.
The next thing I knew, I was being handed off to Mistress Mommy.
The last thing I heard before I dropped off to sleep again was, "When can
we have her again?"
I didn't hear Mistress Mommy's response, but I knew I had made her very
proud. Making Mistress Mommy proud is the most important thing in my
life. If I do, the rest takes care of itself.
years old – as best as I can remember – under the loving guidance of
my Mistress Mommy. She said my beauty was far to valuable to waste as a
boy.
Mistress Mommy doesn't have the equipment to be a "pleasure sissy," if you
catch my drift. But she WAS a "pleasure girl" for many years, and also
began her training at age five. Mistress Mommy knows the ropes very well.
I sucked cocks during my first year of training, and I was eight when I was
fucked for the first time.
I'm 14 now, and I believe I have pleasured around 200 different men over
the years. Almost all come back for more, despite my very high price
tag. If I could go back and change anything in my life, I wouldn't change a
single second of it. That's how happy I am.
The story I want to tell you about now took place when I was 10. Here goes
...
Even at my very young age, I'm an expert in the art of giving sexual
pleasure to men. Mistress Mommy says there are many men who want a girl
like me, and they're willing to pay for it. I believe her because I love
her, and she loves me.
Sometimes I am an overnight gift to one of her many gentlemen friends;
sometimes she auctions me off; sometimes she rents me out to parties;
sometimes she sends me out on dates; sometimes I perform for her friends
with a "rent-a-dick," as she calls the men she hires for the
occasions. Well, I guess you get the picture of what I am. I love every bit
of it.
Training begins promptly at 9 a.m. every day. I am required to be naked at
home – which is very pleasant – and in the high heels Mistress Mommy
has chosen for the day. After I put them on, I present myself to her, and
Mistress Mommy ties bows in my long, dark brown hair and around my tiny,
circumcised peepee. My thingy is only two inch long and as thin as a pencil
when erect. Mistress Mommy says it's so cute and pink! It's ALWAYS at
attention for my gift wrapping.
Mistress Mommy says some little girls like me are embarrassed when their
bare peeny is hard and they're in front of people, especially men. Not me –
I love it.
Every day, she does my makeup, paints my nails, applies perfume, and
inserts a buttplug. Sometimes the buttplug is small; other times I'm
stretched to the limit. Mistress Mommy wants me to be "versatile" and to
"embrace the variety." Whatever that means. But I do soooo enjoy buttplugs!
Away from home, I can be anything and everything from a Catholic
schoolgirl; to a French maid; to Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz ... or
actually anything I'm hired to be. I wear heels and bows no matter what,
and sometimes Mistress Mommy adds garterbelts and stockings. I don't own a
pair of panties – not even a g-string – and, as I said, I love the
way men look me when my peepee is stiff and on display.
I've become so skilled at walking in heels I can easily handle five-inch,
come-fuck-me stilettos. Today I have on all red – five-inch
patent-leather pumps, with matching bows in my hair and on my peeny.
I'm also wearing shoulder-brushing silver earrings and a diamond drop.
I'm called by many names as situations dictate, but I like "Danielle" the
most. "Danielle" is what Mistress Mommy calls me.
I'm tutored – Mistress Mommy doesn't neglect my education – by Master
Daddy. This is important, she says, because I will have my own
pleasure-sissy or pleasure-girl service one day, and will need to know
about "business."
Of course, Master Daddy is not my real Daddy, but I'm happy to call him
that and fulfill his desires. He arrives in the afternoon, shortly after
Mistress Mommy's morning training session ends and we have lunch. I meet
Master Daddy at the door, drop immediately to my knees, unzip his trousers,
and suck his cock until he orgasms. Sometimes he allows me a break, and he
fucks my pootie as Mistress Mommy watches.
I don't know anyone my age, but that's okay – the men I'm with are so
kind and caring. They're more than enough to make me happy. Mistress Mommy
calls them "clients," but many of them prefer that I call them "Daddy."
Just like Master Daddy, right?
Chapter 2
My Mistress Mommy has me "booked" today with four gentlemen who are going
to take me to a cabin in the woods. I don't know the men, but I'm not
scared to go with them – Mistress Mommy would NEVER let me go out with
men who would hurt me. Besides, most all of them come back for more, so why
would I be in danger?
The bell rang, I opened the door and greeted one of the day's callers. He
was very handsome, and we smiled at each other.
"I'm honored to be at your service today, sir," I said, and curtseyed as
Mistress Mommy has trained me to do. "I do sooooo hope you will be pleased
by my company."
"I'm sure we will, Danielle," he said as he savored my naked body, my
heels, my bows, my jewelry, and erect thingy. "You are very beautiful and
sexy."
All the men tell me that, so Mistress Mommy was right about not wasting my
beauty. She's always right.
Mistress Mommy appeared and the man handed her a thick brown envelope. I
guess "business" was in it? She accepted and offered my caller a valise.
"There are several of Danielle's most popular costumes, lingerie and three
pairs of heels inside," she says.
But the man politely declined, saying, "That won't be necessary. She's
already perfect."
I actually blushed! My peeny tingled, and I curtseyed again in
appreciation. I could feel my pooper muscles tighten uncontrollably but
pleasantly around my buttplug.
Mistress Mommy kissed me and told me to be at my best, but she knows I'm
ALWAYS at my VERY best.
"Shall we go?" the gentleman caller asked.
I curtseyed and answered yes. He took me by the hand and lead me to a van.
My heels click-clacked and the sound echoed seductively, but I didn't
bother to cover up because we live in a cul de sac in a quiet
neighborhood. If anyone should see me, I would be happy to suck and fuck
them for their silence.
I had with me a small red-leather purse that contained makeup, hairbrush,
toothbrush and paste, mouthwash, perfume, tampons and Anal Eze. I expected
to need the lube, as I would be entertaining FOUR men.
I hoped they all had nice cocks. I'd taken 10 inches before, but I prefer
six to eight. I don't understand this, but Mistress Mommy says I have
"nerve endings" around my "sphincter" and in my pooper that are more
sensitive when a man without a huge log fucks me. A cock bigger than eight
inches stretches me too far for my liking, but my liking is not at all
important. What IS important is that I'm still able to please its owner.
I was placed on the lap of one of the men and I invited him to touch me as
he saw fit. The first thing he did was kiss me. I love to be kissed with a
lot of tongue. Then he fondled and pinched my tiny, pink nipples and they
hardened into diamonds.
I'm flat-chested, of course, but Mistress Mommy says that's just one of the
things that makes me so desirable. She says that as I age, I will take "the
hormones" to give me boobies and wider hips. I don't know what "the
hormones" are, but I want boobies and hips! Mistress Mommy says, though,
that my bootie cheeks are already plump like a little girl's should be.
She also says my legs are long and gorgeous! Heels make them look even
longer.
My skin is soft, milky-white and flawless. Mistress Mommy says it's because
I have "good genes," but that's something else I don't understand. She says
I will some day, and I always believe Mistress Mommy.
I could feel my future lover's cock hardening, and I wiggled and ground my
bare ass into his bulge.
"Would you like for me to get off your lap and suck your cock, sir?" I
asked.
"I would love that," he said. "But I want to save my cum for when we get to
the cabin."
I was then passed to a second man, and the cycle repeated itself. By the
time the third man got his hands on me, I was squeaking and squealing, and
a dry orgasm flowed over me. My peeny deflated, but the ribbon stayed put.
As we drove on, the men chatted and I remained silent. That's my place,
after all; I was there only for their pleasure. I love it so.
Then one of the men noticed I was covered in chill bumps and
shivering. Although I would never complain or ask for a favor, he gently
wrapped me in a thick, warm comforter that was in the back of the van. I
sighed audibly because I felt so safe and secure. And erect.
"Thank you, sir," I said.
When we reached the cabin, I shucked off the comforter and I was carried
inside like a new bride. Once I was on my feet again, I curtseyed and asked
how I could be of service.
A fire crackled in the living-room fireplace and I felt so warm and alive!
The men had very visible bulges, so I felt sooooo desirable, too! So
wanted! These are the times Mistress Mommy has trained me for.
"Danielle," said one of the gentlemen, "would you please have some
champagne, then dance for us?"
"Of course," I said. "But first, please relax. I'm trained to mix
cocktails. What is your pleasure?"
I took their orders and expertly filled them at a wet bar. Their eyes never
left my naked body. My peeny was tingling and my pootie tightened around
the buttplug as they watched me.
After I delivered the drinks, I was passed from lap to lap again, felt up,
kissed ... and I downed THREE glasses of champagne!
"Would you like for me to dance now?" I asked, very buzzed and extra warm.
They told me that they would. So I stood, curtseyed, and began to sway my
hips while running my hands through my luxurious hair and down over my flat
chest.
I turned, flung my hair forward, and bent at the waist. Because Mistress
Mommy has trained me so well, I can place my palms on the floor while
keeping my legs straight, even in five-inch heels.
As I was bent, I moved my naked ass slowly up and down like I do when I'm
being fucked. Some people say that's "twerking." But "twerking" is so much
faster and less sensual, don't you think? And I don't like that
word. Neither does Mistress Mommy. She says I'm a lady and ladies don't
"twerk." Ladies suck and fuck, but don't "twerk." Ever.
Then I stopped and spread my asscheeks, exposing my buttplug.
I turned to face the gentlemen and said, "Please, sirs, would you take your
cocks out while I continue to dance?"
They did, and I began to sway my hips again. I smiled and blew kisses; bent
to show the buttplug again; pinched my nipples and offered them to the men.
Finally, one of the men said, "I can't stand it anymore. I have to fuck
her."
"Here, or in the bedroom?" I asked, and curtseyed. "Whatever you choose, I
look forward to giving you pleasure, sir. I will enjoy having your big cock
in my tight hole. I hope you will allow me to properly suck it before you
penetrate me."
I'd done this before, as you can see.
He choose alone with me in the bedroom, but I knew the four of them would
allow me to suck and fuck them all at once. Mistress Mommy calls that a
"gangbang." I love them.
Chapter 3
The man picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.
Mistress Mommy says some men have "fantasies," and they're another thing I
don't fully understand yet. But Mistress Mommy says to "fulfill them" by
doing anything the men ask for. I guess fucking a very young bride is a
"fantasy?"
I sat on the bed with my legs spread – exposing my stiff peeny and bow –
but my high-heeled feet were on the floor. I asked the man if he would
please undress for me so I could see him naked; I wanted to see his
beautiful hard cock again.
Undressed, he stood between my spread legs, presented his circumcised man
meat to me, and I took it into my hand. I stroked it, then licked up and
down the shaft, paying close attention to his cockhead and peehole. Then I
reached around him, grasped his asscheeks, and pulled him into my mouth as
deeply as I could. His cock hit the back of my throat, but I didn't gag. My
training has prepared me for that.
He moaned and pumped his cock in and out as I savored his precum. I felt
him start to squirm, an orgasm approaching, so I quickly took my mouth off
his cock and said, "Sir, while I would love to taste your sweet cum as it
flows into my tummy, I believe you will enjoy filling up my hole with it
even more."
I laid back and spread my legs. He positioned his cock to enter me, and I
placed my calves on his shoulders. I like being fucked in any position that
pleases my lover, but my favorite is on my back. Mistress Mommy calls this
the "missionary position." I don't know why, but I don't question Mistress
Mommy, as you know. In this position, I can see my high heels pointed to
the ceiling, and I know I've opened myself up completely.
I reached back and removed the buttplug. It made a sweet "pop" as the
widest part cleared my tight pink hole. My pucker closed and winked.
"If it pleases you, sir," I said, "slam your cock into me as hard as you
can. I can take it. Please fuck your little girl hard, Daddy."
The man had not asked me to call him "Daddy," but I knew men love it, and I
didn't think I was taking a risk. Mistress Mommy says I have "good
impulses."
He DID ram his cock into me hard – balls deep – and I met his trust
by lifting my ass off the bed and slamming back against it.
As we got into a rhythm, I squealed, "Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fuck me soooo
hard! Squirt your cum in me and make me pregnant!"
He continued to moan, letting me know I was doing and saying the right
things.
"Please cum for me, Daddy," I said. "Fill your little girl with your love
juice! Make me pregnant, Daddy! I want to have your baby!" Saying that made
me orgasm.
Then I felt his spasms begin, and I knew I was only seconds away from being
filled with warm cum. I had my second orgasm. My pooper muscles squeezed
his cock even harder and he exploded. He continued to move in and out of me
until he was drained, and his cock popped out of my hole.
We rested for a moment, then I got off the bed and curtseyed, allowing his
cum to dribble down my legs. I knew he saw it, and I hoped it would please
him.
"Thank you, sir, for filling me up," I said. "Please allow me five minutes
until my next lover takes me."
As the bedroom door closed, I rushed to the toilet and pooped out as much
of his cum as I could. I wanted to be as clean as possible for my next
fuck. When I get home, I thought, I will ask Mistress Mommy to buy me some
scented douche so I can always be sweet and fresh. She would, I knew, and
would compliment me again on my "good impulses."
I wanted to brush my hair and teeth, but my purse was out in the living
room, and I couldn't ask one of the men to bring it to me. I'm not here to
ask for favors, as you know. I'm here to serve. Mistress Mommy has trained
me to be submissive and satisfy my lovers. I enjoy that very much.
Chapter 4
I had just finished sucking and fucking the fourth man, and I knew the
"gangbang" was coming. I was soooo excited! But I'd been fucked HARD by
four men and I needed to refresh – although I had evacuated after each
man came – and recharge.
I retrieved my purse, went back into the bathroom, removed my heels and
bows, and stepped into a hot shower. Even as much as I looked forward to
servicing four cocks at ounce, I stood in the shower awhile, relaxing until
my skin turned pink.
Besides, the men needed to reload, too, and I wanted all the cum they could
pump into me!
I turned the shower off, stepped out and found a stack of thick, fluffy
towels waiting for me. They had been silently left by one of the men. How
sweet! I patted myself dry, brushed my hair and teeth, used mouthwash,
reapplied my makeup and perfume ... and, OF COURSE, my heels and bows!
I walked into the living room and I saw the men had remained naked, but
were not fully erect yet. I looked forward to taking care of that.
I've been so well trained by Mistress Mommy I remembered each man's
cocktail order, and I mixed them fresh drinks. I also poured myself another
glass of champagne.
We retired to couches and I was handed off from lap to lap. I was kissed,
touched, fondled, and my hole fingered as we enjoyed our drinks. The heat
from the fire and the mens' hands felt sooooo good on my bare skin!
Then I noticed the men were starting to harden, so I got to my knees and
moved from cock to cock, sucking.
"Please, sirs," I said. "May I service all of your cocks at once?"
I was swept off my feet again and carried into the bedroom. I was laid on
my back across the bed so that my head dangled off.
I opened my mouth and accepted one of the hard cocks. Two of the men were
at my sides, so I took a cock in each hand as they sucked my nipples. I
didn't have to wonder long where the fourth man was – I felt my bow
being untied and I felt a warm mouth on my peepee.
Having my thingy sucked is not a common occurrence for me, and Mistress
Mommy has explained the differences in "bottoms" and "tops." I don't think
I will ever be a "top." I don't think my peepee will ever be big enough to
stay inside a man. I would try, of course, if asked, but I don't think
that's my calling. So in my mind, the man had his mouth on my clitty.
I usually squeak and squeal when I orgasm, but now I was screaming they
were so intense! I lost count of how many I had.
The men moved around my little body, swapping places over and over. Then I
felt the bow being tied back onto my stiff peeny.
I flipped over onto my back, arched, and offered my hole to whoever got to
it first. I felt a cock enter me, and I welcomed it by pushing
back. Another man presented his cock to me and I began to suck. Again the
men moved around me, taking turns in my mouth and hole.
I could feel the current cock in my hole begin to spasm, then I felt the
warm cum explosion. I tightened and relaxed my pooper muscles to milk out
as much of his cum as I could. Another cock entered my stretched pooper,
and I took a new one in my mouth.
A second cock erupted into my hiney-hole, and a third, then a
fourth. Afterward, I licked each cock clean.
Final Chapter
I was carried into the bathroom where the men removed my heels and
bows. One started a hot shower for me, then stepped in along side me. He
started to lather me up, but I stopped him and took the shower gel. It was
my duty to wash each of them, not the other way around.
I even patted them dry with the thick towels. After I was done, I gently
tapped each on the ass and shooed them out into the living room to
dress. My shooing them was a little forward of me, but I knew they liked
it. "Good impulses?"
I got back in the shower and stood under the hot jets until I relaxed so
much I thought my knees would buckle. After all the champagne and multiple
fuckings, I was EXHAUSTED. It was then that I realized each man had fucked
me TWICE! My little pooty was pounded EIGHT TIMES that day!
I did all I could to keep my hair dry, but it was hopeless. And it was
sticky with cum, so I had to shampoo it. When I got out, I patted myself
dry and towel-dried my hair as best I could. I had an idea of what to do
with my damp hair, though.
I sat on the toilet and pooped out as much cum as I could, then inserted a
tampon. I knew I would be riding home on laps and the last thing I wanted
was to be leaking.
I reapplied makeup and perfume, then brushed my teeth.
The bright idea for my hair was to use the ribbons to create long, cute
pigtails, and it was next to impossible to tell my hair was damp when I was
done.
I played with my peepee until it was stiff – it didn't take long –
then retied the bow and stepped into my heels. I looked in the mirror and
admitted to myself that I'm a true creampuff!
The men were standing as I reentered the living room, and they wrapped me
in their arms, kissed and fingered me.
Believe it or not, I could see new bulges in their pants, so I sucked their
cocks again. That means I had caused a DOZEN orgasms that day!
"I hope I have satisfied your needs, sirs," I said, as I licked the last
drop of cum off the fourth man's cock and tummy. They actually applauded!
Like the gentlemen they are, they carried me to the van and bundled me in
the comforter again. Oh, well, I guess the tampon was wasted effort, but
its soft dampness from the thick cum soothed my sore hole. It wasn't long
before I was sound asleep in the arms of one of them.
The next thing I knew, I was being handed off to Mistress Mommy.
The last thing I heard before I dropped off to sleep again was, "When can
we have her again?"
I didn't hear Mistress Mommy's response, but I knew I had made her very
proud. Making Mistress Mommy proud is the most important thing in my
life. If I do, the rest takes care of itself.
Lynne
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