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There I was, stuck in a movie hall naked after being fucked and cummed on again and again for hours. I realized it was evening and now there might be more people coming in. It was safer to get home somehow. But how? With no clothes and no one to turn to, I stood there shocked with a cum coved body, leaky cock and puffed red asshole full of sticky cum.
"What are you standing for boy? Cocksuckers belong on their knees!" I heard the man, suddenly beside me. I jumped at his voice because I never heard him coming but without a second thought I dropped to my knees facing his crotch and I knew that soon the man's cock would again be where it belonged. I would again be what I was born to be, his cocksucker. I knew I was his cocksucker. No, not his cocksucker, everyone's cocksucker. I was a cocksucker!
"Are you ready to suck cock sissy boi?" he asked loudly. "Yes Sir" I replied in a whisper.
"I can't hear you boy." he said even louder. "Yes Sir!" I said loud enough to be heard by anyone here.
"Are you ready to drink my cum boi?" he said, still with that loud voice. "Yes Sir!" I said louder than I meant to, but not caring who heard.
"What are you boy?" he demanded. "A sissy cocksucker Sir." I responded.
"What are you and what do you want to do girl?" he again demanded.
All my will broke down. All reservation fled. "I am a sissy cocksucker and want to suck your cock and drink you cum Sir." I said.
"Louder," he demanded again, "I want you to tell anyone who can hear what you are boy."
Loud, louder than I meant to, almost at a yell I said "I am a sissy cumslut Sir. I want to suck your cock! I want you to cum in my mouth and I want to drink it Sir!"
"Damn girl," he said as he slipped his cock through the hole, "you are even a bigger slut than I thought you were. Well get busy, I have a nice load saved for you."
With the thrill of his calling me a slut... yes thrill even at a situation like this, I watched as his beautiful cock slipped through his pant and without hesitation I wrapped on hand around it's shaft and brought it to my waiting mouth. As the head slipped in to my mouth I knew, without question, without doubt, this was where I belonged. As his musky taste filled my senses I closed my lips over the head and slid down the length of his cock, taking as much as I could in to my mouth. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock as it filled my mouth and I felt it pulse in response. I loved his cock in my mouth. I worshipped his cock. I celebrated the feeling of being used by this man. A real man, with a real cock, using me like nothing more than a cheap whore. A real man using my mouth for his pleasure, not caring if it pleased me or not. But pleasing him did please me. I loved being treated like the slut it was now obvious to me I was.
My cock was as hard as steel. I didn't touch it because I knew the second I did it would explode again and I wanted this feeling to last. I wanted to spend as long as I could with men’s cocks in my mouth. I wanted to go on and on being used. His cock began to leak precum. I loved that he enjoyed my mouth enough to reward it with the salty smooth taste of his essence.
Time became a blur. Reality became a blur. Doubt left me. I am a sissy cocksucker. I am a slut. I am a tranny bitch to be used by real men like this. My ecstasy was total. I was where I belonged. But then as my mind became one with the pleasure of sucking his cock he pulled it from my mouth, holding it just out of my reach.
"Do you want this cock boy?"
"Please Sir, please let me suck your cock." I pleaded.
"Then beg for it bitch."
I did, of course I did, "Please Sir, please come over here and let me suck your cock. I need your cock Sir. Please show me how a real man uses a sissy faggot slut like me. Please Sir..." The words flew out of my mouth. I could not understand where they were coming from, but I was in a frenzy. I had to have his cock in my mouth again. I had to. The world no longer existed. All there was, was his cock and my mouth. All that mattered was his cock again using me. All that counted was this man using his slut, me, like I needed to be used.
No longer did I wonder what was wrong with me. No longer did I care where I was. I was a sissy cocksucker. I knew it, he knew it, I didn't care who knew it. I was proud of it. I was nothing without a cock in my mouth. I was nothing unless a man, a real man, was using me for his pleasure.
He took a step toward me and without any hesitation I engulfed his cock. One hand reached around the base, one hand cupped his balls. My mouth slid up and down the length of his cock as I squeezed his shaft and caressed his balls.
I took the cock out of my mouth to look at it. I ran my tongue up and down the length of it and then back down to lick and kiss his balls. I rubbed my face with his cock, leaving trails of precum on my cheeks, forehead and lips. I was outside myself. I imagined what I looked like, naked, on my knees, my little cock, my sissy cock, my faggot cock throbbing as I devoured a real cock.
His cock grew harder, leaking even more precum into my mouth and I knew soon I would get my reward. Soon he would be filling my mouth with the cum I craved. His first blast of cum shot to the back of my mouth and he pulled out. As his second shot landed on my face my cock again exploded. As squirt after squirt of cum erupted from my cock, squirt after squirt of a real man's cum covered my face. Landing on my nose, my lips, covering one eye, landing in my hair. Still in a frenzy I quickly started scooping it off my face and sucking my fingers clean. I wanted to swallow all his cum but I loved that he had cum on my face. It added to my submission. Only a slut would do that. Only a sissy tranny fag bitch would do that. I was a slut. I was a cocksucker.
But then I heard some chuckle and I realized what was happening. I had only been aware of his cock. I looked up, still on my knees, still licking my fingers clean of his cum and saw there were several men watching, some with amusement, some with lust. A couple men had their cocks out stroking them as they watched me being such a slut.
As my frenzy subsided I again felt embarrassed to have not only so completely showed them all what a slut I was, but to have them see me naked, my cock dripping the cum that being such a slut had caused to appear and kneeling on the cum stained floor of the booth. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed with fear and humiliation. I heard their comments... what a sissy… what a tranny bitch…slut... god what a faggot... look at that sissy. Then I heard a clearer voice.
"Damn Taniya, I didn't know you had a cock nor did I know you were a faggot."
It was Mihir. I had known Mihir not for a long time, 1st year of college I think. We had never really gotten along. He was more of a jock type while I had always been a regular girl (After undergoing hormone therapy I joined college as a female). Regular girl? It almost made me laugh. Here I was kneeling on the floor with my face covered in cum, my fingers still in my mouth licking off the cum from this man that had just used me, and my own cock dripping cum that no touch, only sucking cock had caused to erupt.
I felt the shame overwhelm me. A minute ago I hadn't cared who knew I was nothing more than a cocksucking slut, but now, my frenzy calmed by having just cum, I was scared, embarrassed, humiliated. I didn't say anything just felt myself wondering how I had gotten in this position.
"When did you turn into a tranny bitch?" Mihir asked with a chuckle in his voice. I again didn't respond. I dropped my hands to my sides and looked at the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow me. Swallow me like I had swallowed the man's cum a minute ago.
"I asked you a question faggot," Mihir said, "answer me."
"I am not a faggot." I protested.
Laughing Mihir said, "Not a faggot? Give me a break. I just watched you suck cock and cum when that man came all over you. If that is not a sissy cocksucking tranny faggot, what is?"
I remained silent, praying this would all go away. I had never felt so shamed in my life. I knew that Mihir would tell everyone what he had seen and that my life would be over as I knew it. What would they say now that they knew I was a not a female but a tranny cocksucker?
Taking a step toward me Mihir said, "Well bitch, since you love sucking cock so much, and since I came in here to find a faggot to suck my cock, you had better get busy."
I didn't move. I was paralyzed in fear and embarrassment. "I said get busy faggot!" Mihir said. "Unless you want the whole world knowing how I found you as a tranny in real, this had best be a wonderful blow job. The best blow job you ever gave."
"I am not like that Mihir." I said weakly.
"That is not what you were saying a minute ago faggot. I heard what you said; we all heard what you said." Mihir laughed, pointing to the other men standing around the open door of the booth. "You said you were a cocksucker, that you wanted his cum, that you were a tranny faggot slut. Hell faggot, you begged for his cock, you said you needed his cock. Only a faggot would say something like that."
He was right. I had begged for that cock. I had begged to be used like a slut. I had been thrilled to be used like that. I had been thrilled to be allowed to suck that man's cock. I had been more excited than I had ever been. And again, I had cum without touching myself when he came on my face. Just like the first time. I had known that I belonged on my knees sucking cock. I had known that I was a slut. I hadn't cared who else knew, as long as I was allowed to feel that cock in my mouth. Why would I ever want to deny it again?
"I will suck your cock if you don't tell anyone Mihir." I said, giving up trying to deny what I was.
"Don't call me Mihir sissy," he said, "little sissy bitches like you call your superiors Sir, just like you did that man you just sucked off."
Despite myself I felt my cock twitch. "Yes Sir."
"And don't tell me what I can and can't do. If I decide to tell everyone what you really are in that shell of a woman, I will. But I might not if you please me as well as you did that man that just finished using you."
"Please Mihir, Sir, I will do my best." I said trembling.
"Then beg to suck my cock slut." He said. "Beg me like you just begged him."
"May I suck your cock Sir?" I said. I couldn't believe it but the thought of being used again was starting to have the same affect it had each of the last two times. My cock was starting to get hard again at the thought of being used. What was the point in pretending otherwise? I was a slut, I knew it, the men watching knew it. Mihir standing before me, hands on his hips and a smirk on his lips knew it. Looking up and in to his eyes I said with more feeling, "Please Sir, I am a faggot, I am a slut. Please Sir, let me suck your cock."
"If you do a good job slut, I might let this become a regular thing." Mihir said. "Now take out my cock and get busy."
I reached up to unzip his pants and saw for the first time his bulge. It looked like he had a large and hard cock. I pulled his zipper down and reached in to free his cock so I could feel it fill my mouth, my cocksucking mouth. As hard as it was I had trouble freeing it and he made no effort to help. He seemed to enjoy that I was having trouble as he smiled down at me and waited for me to succeed.
I worked his cock free and looked at it. It was about 7 inches long, fairly thick, and perfectly straight. The head of his cock was a perfect shape and I instantly wanted it in my mouth. Again my much smaller cock was erect at the thought of what I was about to do. For the third time a cock would be in my mouth. My mind began to cloud over as I took the shaft in my hand and started slowly stroking up and down his wonderful cock.
"Take my balls out too sissy." He said. "I want you to kiss them first. I want you to show me that you will give me as good a blow job as you gave him. I want you to worship my cock like you did his so I know that you need my dick in your mouth. Do it bitch!"
Oh my God. Each name he called me caused my still dripping cock to throb. I really was nothing but a slut. I really was less than a man. I really did need his cock. I really was a cocksucker.
I eased his balls out of his pants. I now had before me, inches from my face, my cocksucking face, a beautiful cock and below it balls that I was to kiss. I gently kissed his hanging balls and then started to take his cock in my mouth but he stopped me. "Don't just peck at my balls bitch, get in there and kiss them, press your face against them, show me what a sissy you are." He said looking down at me.
I did. I pressed my face against his balls, feeling the heat of his skin against my forehead, my nose. I kissed and licked his balls like a dying man being given a reprieve. I sucked one ball then the other in and ran my tongue all around them. I cleaned them with my tongue. My senses were on overload. I smelled his musk, his sweat, his excitement as I worked on his balls.
"That's enough faggot, get busy on my cock."
I knew again that I was where I belonged. Pleasing cock was what I was born for. Being used was what I was born for. Without hesitation I engulfed his cock, taking half its length in my mouth and working my tongue along its underside. I loved the way it felt filling my mouth. I loved that he was using me as the slut I was. I loved that there were other men watching me suck his cock, his man's cock, his real cock. I loved that I was nothing more than a worthless slut, good only to be used and humiliated. After all that is why I come back to this movie hall again and again.
My cock, my little cock, my faggot cock was again rock hard as I worked my mouth up and down the length of his cock. "You suck cock like a pro faggot." Mihir said. "I think I will be using your mouth a lot now that I know just how good you are. Get used to this feeling because you are now my personal sissy cocksucker."
I moaned. I was his personal cocksucker. He liked what I was doing. He was going to use me again. He was going to allow me to worship his cock again. He knew what I was and he was going to take advantage of it. Again, I didn't care what the consequence of this was. I didn't care who he told. No longer was there any doubt. This was the life I wanted. On my knees sucking cock, drinking cum, wearing cum, being used. Why had I waited so long to do this? Why had I tried to deny who I was? I was a faggot!
He grabbed my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth. Fucking my mouth like a pussy. Taking control of me with his will. I caressed his balls with one hand as I reached for my own throbbing cock with the other. I stroked my cock in rhythm to his fucking. Each time his cock would enter my mouth it went a little deeper. I gagged a couple times but he didn't care. And neither did I.
My mind reeled back one more time to the beginning of the day. It was now about 8 hours since I entered this movie hall. For 8 hours I have been fucked, cummed on in and on my body, pleased I don’t know how many cocks. I don’t know exactly how many have cummed today on, in and over me.
He started picking up the speed of his fucking and each time I felt his cock go a little deeper. And suddenly my nose was bouncing against his pubic hair. I had all his cock in my mouth. He would hold his cock there for a second then pull it out so just the tip was in my mouth only to plunge it again all the way in.
I felt his cock grow even harder and knew that soon I would get my reward. I would get my cocksuckers reward. I would get his cum. A man's cum. A real man's cum. What a slut like me had to have. I sucked even harder as he fucked my mouth. I was his pussy and I loved it.
Suddenly he pulled out. His cock, glistening with my spit, standing proud in front of my face. A whimpered at the feeling of loss. I wanted his cock back where it belonged. Using me, fucking my pussy mouth. "Beg for it bitch!" he demanded. "Beg to be allowed to drink my cum. Show these other men what a worthless slut like you is good for."
"Please Sir. Please let me suck your cock. Please Sir, please fuck my face. I am your sissy tranny slut Sir. I am your faggot."
"Damn bitch," he said. "You really are a faggot."
I loved hearing him talk to me like that, but more I loved that he again fed me his cock. He didn't last long though and after only a few seconds I felt his shaft thicken, throb, then my mouth was filling with his cum. I was stroking my little cock with lightning speed as I felt pulse after pulse of my reward filling my mouth.
"Don't swallow bitch." He said. "Hold my cum in your faggot mouth."
I did. I felt my mouth filling to overflow and some of his cum, some of his power over me, leaked out the corners of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. His explosion slowed and I held his cock gently in my mouth. When he was done he pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked down at me with that smirk returning to his face.
"Open wide bitch, show these men what's in your cocksucking mouth."
I looked at the men standing there and opened my mouth. As soon as I turned, I watch several of them jerking their cock madly. Instantly one of them stepped forward and busted on my cheeks, It dripped on my boobs while two other shot on my nose and forehead. I think one even came all over my hair. I was still rapidly jacking my cock as I was getting cummed all over so they could all see what a sissy I was. The taste was overpowering but incredible. I worked my tongue around the loads in my mouth and over my face and felt myself getting close to my own less impressive eruption.
"Now swallow bitch, swallow and show them your empty mouth. Show them what a faggot like you lives for. Do it now bitch."
I did. I swallowed it in one gulp, feeling it slide down my throat. And as I opened my mouth to show them I had done as I was told I exploded. I shot more cum than I thought I could, especially after coming only a few minutes ago.
"Put your clothes on bitch, we have somewhere to go." He told me.
Meekly I said, “I don’t have any clothes.” And the room erupted in laughter. Some even howled.
Mihir pulled out a sweat soaked towel from his bag and said, “You’re lucky that I am coming back from gym bitch.”
I started to wipe off my face but he stopped me. "Leave it there bitch, a cocksucker like you should proudly wear the results of your cocksucking. Hurry up bitch!"
I wrapped the towel on me as much as possible and thrilling in the warmth of my humiliation I followed him out of the hall to the from ticket counters of the movie hall. There were only a few people there but I felt the burn of their gaze as they watched me, my face covered in men's cum, walking behind Mihir as we left the store.
"Get in my car sissy." he said not looking back. He knew I would follow. I knew I would follow. After all, I was sissy faggot.
"What are you standing for boy? Cocksuckers belong on their knees!" I heard the man, suddenly beside me. I jumped at his voice because I never heard him coming but without a second thought I dropped to my knees facing his crotch and I knew that soon the man's cock would again be where it belonged. I would again be what I was born to be, his cocksucker. I knew I was his cocksucker. No, not his cocksucker, everyone's cocksucker. I was a cocksucker!
"Are you ready to suck cock sissy boi?" he asked loudly. "Yes Sir" I replied in a whisper.
"I can't hear you boy." he said even louder. "Yes Sir!" I said loud enough to be heard by anyone here.
"Are you ready to drink my cum boi?" he said, still with that loud voice. "Yes Sir!" I said louder than I meant to, but not caring who heard.
"What are you boy?" he demanded. "A sissy cocksucker Sir." I responded.
"What are you and what do you want to do girl?" he again demanded.
All my will broke down. All reservation fled. "I am a sissy cocksucker and want to suck your cock and drink you cum Sir." I said.
"Louder," he demanded again, "I want you to tell anyone who can hear what you are boy."
Loud, louder than I meant to, almost at a yell I said "I am a sissy cumslut Sir. I want to suck your cock! I want you to cum in my mouth and I want to drink it Sir!"
"Damn girl," he said as he slipped his cock through the hole, "you are even a bigger slut than I thought you were. Well get busy, I have a nice load saved for you."
With the thrill of his calling me a slut... yes thrill even at a situation like this, I watched as his beautiful cock slipped through his pant and without hesitation I wrapped on hand around it's shaft and brought it to my waiting mouth. As the head slipped in to my mouth I knew, without question, without doubt, this was where I belonged. As his musky taste filled my senses I closed my lips over the head and slid down the length of his cock, taking as much as I could in to my mouth. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock as it filled my mouth and I felt it pulse in response. I loved his cock in my mouth. I worshipped his cock. I celebrated the feeling of being used by this man. A real man, with a real cock, using me like nothing more than a cheap whore. A real man using my mouth for his pleasure, not caring if it pleased me or not. But pleasing him did please me. I loved being treated like the slut it was now obvious to me I was.
My cock was as hard as steel. I didn't touch it because I knew the second I did it would explode again and I wanted this feeling to last. I wanted to spend as long as I could with men’s cocks in my mouth. I wanted to go on and on being used. His cock began to leak precum. I loved that he enjoyed my mouth enough to reward it with the salty smooth taste of his essence.
Time became a blur. Reality became a blur. Doubt left me. I am a sissy cocksucker. I am a slut. I am a tranny bitch to be used by real men like this. My ecstasy was total. I was where I belonged. But then as my mind became one with the pleasure of sucking his cock he pulled it from my mouth, holding it just out of my reach.
"Do you want this cock boy?"
"Please Sir, please let me suck your cock." I pleaded.
"Then beg for it bitch."
I did, of course I did, "Please Sir, please come over here and let me suck your cock. I need your cock Sir. Please show me how a real man uses a sissy faggot slut like me. Please Sir..." The words flew out of my mouth. I could not understand where they were coming from, but I was in a frenzy. I had to have his cock in my mouth again. I had to. The world no longer existed. All there was, was his cock and my mouth. All that mattered was his cock again using me. All that counted was this man using his slut, me, like I needed to be used.
No longer did I wonder what was wrong with me. No longer did I care where I was. I was a sissy cocksucker. I knew it, he knew it, I didn't care who knew it. I was proud of it. I was nothing without a cock in my mouth. I was nothing unless a man, a real man, was using me for his pleasure.
He took a step toward me and without any hesitation I engulfed his cock. One hand reached around the base, one hand cupped his balls. My mouth slid up and down the length of his cock as I squeezed his shaft and caressed his balls.
I took the cock out of my mouth to look at it. I ran my tongue up and down the length of it and then back down to lick and kiss his balls. I rubbed my face with his cock, leaving trails of precum on my cheeks, forehead and lips. I was outside myself. I imagined what I looked like, naked, on my knees, my little cock, my sissy cock, my faggot cock throbbing as I devoured a real cock.
His cock grew harder, leaking even more precum into my mouth and I knew soon I would get my reward. Soon he would be filling my mouth with the cum I craved. His first blast of cum shot to the back of my mouth and he pulled out. As his second shot landed on my face my cock again exploded. As squirt after squirt of cum erupted from my cock, squirt after squirt of a real man's cum covered my face. Landing on my nose, my lips, covering one eye, landing in my hair. Still in a frenzy I quickly started scooping it off my face and sucking my fingers clean. I wanted to swallow all his cum but I loved that he had cum on my face. It added to my submission. Only a slut would do that. Only a sissy tranny fag bitch would do that. I was a slut. I was a cocksucker.
But then I heard some chuckle and I realized what was happening. I had only been aware of his cock. I looked up, still on my knees, still licking my fingers clean of his cum and saw there were several men watching, some with amusement, some with lust. A couple men had their cocks out stroking them as they watched me being such a slut.
As my frenzy subsided I again felt embarrassed to have not only so completely showed them all what a slut I was, but to have them see me naked, my cock dripping the cum that being such a slut had caused to appear and kneeling on the cum stained floor of the booth. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed with fear and humiliation. I heard their comments... what a sissy… what a tranny bitch…slut... god what a faggot... look at that sissy. Then I heard a clearer voice.
"Damn Taniya, I didn't know you had a cock nor did I know you were a faggot."
It was Mihir. I had known Mihir not for a long time, 1st year of college I think. We had never really gotten along. He was more of a jock type while I had always been a regular girl (After undergoing hormone therapy I joined college as a female). Regular girl? It almost made me laugh. Here I was kneeling on the floor with my face covered in cum, my fingers still in my mouth licking off the cum from this man that had just used me, and my own cock dripping cum that no touch, only sucking cock had caused to erupt.
I felt the shame overwhelm me. A minute ago I hadn't cared who knew I was nothing more than a cocksucking slut, but now, my frenzy calmed by having just cum, I was scared, embarrassed, humiliated. I didn't say anything just felt myself wondering how I had gotten in this position.
"When did you turn into a tranny bitch?" Mihir asked with a chuckle in his voice. I again didn't respond. I dropped my hands to my sides and looked at the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow me. Swallow me like I had swallowed the man's cum a minute ago.
"I asked you a question faggot," Mihir said, "answer me."
"I am not a faggot." I protested.
Laughing Mihir said, "Not a faggot? Give me a break. I just watched you suck cock and cum when that man came all over you. If that is not a sissy cocksucking tranny faggot, what is?"
I remained silent, praying this would all go away. I had never felt so shamed in my life. I knew that Mihir would tell everyone what he had seen and that my life would be over as I knew it. What would they say now that they knew I was a not a female but a tranny cocksucker?
Taking a step toward me Mihir said, "Well bitch, since you love sucking cock so much, and since I came in here to find a faggot to suck my cock, you had better get busy."
I didn't move. I was paralyzed in fear and embarrassment. "I said get busy faggot!" Mihir said. "Unless you want the whole world knowing how I found you as a tranny in real, this had best be a wonderful blow job. The best blow job you ever gave."
"I am not like that Mihir." I said weakly.
"That is not what you were saying a minute ago faggot. I heard what you said; we all heard what you said." Mihir laughed, pointing to the other men standing around the open door of the booth. "You said you were a cocksucker, that you wanted his cum, that you were a tranny faggot slut. Hell faggot, you begged for his cock, you said you needed his cock. Only a faggot would say something like that."
He was right. I had begged for that cock. I had begged to be used like a slut. I had been thrilled to be used like that. I had been thrilled to be allowed to suck that man's cock. I had been more excited than I had ever been. And again, I had cum without touching myself when he came on my face. Just like the first time. I had known that I belonged on my knees sucking cock. I had known that I was a slut. I hadn't cared who else knew, as long as I was allowed to feel that cock in my mouth. Why would I ever want to deny it again?
"I will suck your cock if you don't tell anyone Mihir." I said, giving up trying to deny what I was.
"Don't call me Mihir sissy," he said, "little sissy bitches like you call your superiors Sir, just like you did that man you just sucked off."
Despite myself I felt my cock twitch. "Yes Sir."
"And don't tell me what I can and can't do. If I decide to tell everyone what you really are in that shell of a woman, I will. But I might not if you please me as well as you did that man that just finished using you."
"Please Mihir, Sir, I will do my best." I said trembling.
"Then beg to suck my cock slut." He said. "Beg me like you just begged him."
"May I suck your cock Sir?" I said. I couldn't believe it but the thought of being used again was starting to have the same affect it had each of the last two times. My cock was starting to get hard again at the thought of being used. What was the point in pretending otherwise? I was a slut, I knew it, the men watching knew it. Mihir standing before me, hands on his hips and a smirk on his lips knew it. Looking up and in to his eyes I said with more feeling, "Please Sir, I am a faggot, I am a slut. Please Sir, let me suck your cock."
"If you do a good job slut, I might let this become a regular thing." Mihir said. "Now take out my cock and get busy."
I reached up to unzip his pants and saw for the first time his bulge. It looked like he had a large and hard cock. I pulled his zipper down and reached in to free his cock so I could feel it fill my mouth, my cocksucking mouth. As hard as it was I had trouble freeing it and he made no effort to help. He seemed to enjoy that I was having trouble as he smiled down at me and waited for me to succeed.
I worked his cock free and looked at it. It was about 7 inches long, fairly thick, and perfectly straight. The head of his cock was a perfect shape and I instantly wanted it in my mouth. Again my much smaller cock was erect at the thought of what I was about to do. For the third time a cock would be in my mouth. My mind began to cloud over as I took the shaft in my hand and started slowly stroking up and down his wonderful cock.
"Take my balls out too sissy." He said. "I want you to kiss them first. I want you to show me that you will give me as good a blow job as you gave him. I want you to worship my cock like you did his so I know that you need my dick in your mouth. Do it bitch!"
Oh my God. Each name he called me caused my still dripping cock to throb. I really was nothing but a slut. I really was less than a man. I really did need his cock. I really was a cocksucker.
I eased his balls out of his pants. I now had before me, inches from my face, my cocksucking face, a beautiful cock and below it balls that I was to kiss. I gently kissed his hanging balls and then started to take his cock in my mouth but he stopped me. "Don't just peck at my balls bitch, get in there and kiss them, press your face against them, show me what a sissy you are." He said looking down at me.
I did. I pressed my face against his balls, feeling the heat of his skin against my forehead, my nose. I kissed and licked his balls like a dying man being given a reprieve. I sucked one ball then the other in and ran my tongue all around them. I cleaned them with my tongue. My senses were on overload. I smelled his musk, his sweat, his excitement as I worked on his balls.
"That's enough faggot, get busy on my cock."
I knew again that I was where I belonged. Pleasing cock was what I was born for. Being used was what I was born for. Without hesitation I engulfed his cock, taking half its length in my mouth and working my tongue along its underside. I loved the way it felt filling my mouth. I loved that he was using me as the slut I was. I loved that there were other men watching me suck his cock, his man's cock, his real cock. I loved that I was nothing more than a worthless slut, good only to be used and humiliated. After all that is why I come back to this movie hall again and again.
My cock, my little cock, my faggot cock was again rock hard as I worked my mouth up and down the length of his cock. "You suck cock like a pro faggot." Mihir said. "I think I will be using your mouth a lot now that I know just how good you are. Get used to this feeling because you are now my personal sissy cocksucker."
I moaned. I was his personal cocksucker. He liked what I was doing. He was going to use me again. He was going to allow me to worship his cock again. He knew what I was and he was going to take advantage of it. Again, I didn't care what the consequence of this was. I didn't care who he told. No longer was there any doubt. This was the life I wanted. On my knees sucking cock, drinking cum, wearing cum, being used. Why had I waited so long to do this? Why had I tried to deny who I was? I was a faggot!
He grabbed my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth. Fucking my mouth like a pussy. Taking control of me with his will. I caressed his balls with one hand as I reached for my own throbbing cock with the other. I stroked my cock in rhythm to his fucking. Each time his cock would enter my mouth it went a little deeper. I gagged a couple times but he didn't care. And neither did I.
My mind reeled back one more time to the beginning of the day. It was now about 8 hours since I entered this movie hall. For 8 hours I have been fucked, cummed on in and on my body, pleased I don’t know how many cocks. I don’t know exactly how many have cummed today on, in and over me.
He started picking up the speed of his fucking and each time I felt his cock go a little deeper. And suddenly my nose was bouncing against his pubic hair. I had all his cock in my mouth. He would hold his cock there for a second then pull it out so just the tip was in my mouth only to plunge it again all the way in.
I felt his cock grow even harder and knew that soon I would get my reward. I would get my cocksuckers reward. I would get his cum. A man's cum. A real man's cum. What a slut like me had to have. I sucked even harder as he fucked my mouth. I was his pussy and I loved it.
Suddenly he pulled out. His cock, glistening with my spit, standing proud in front of my face. A whimpered at the feeling of loss. I wanted his cock back where it belonged. Using me, fucking my pussy mouth. "Beg for it bitch!" he demanded. "Beg to be allowed to drink my cum. Show these other men what a worthless slut like you is good for."
"Please Sir. Please let me suck your cock. Please Sir, please fuck my face. I am your sissy tranny slut Sir. I am your faggot."
"Damn bitch," he said. "You really are a faggot."
I loved hearing him talk to me like that, but more I loved that he again fed me his cock. He didn't last long though and after only a few seconds I felt his shaft thicken, throb, then my mouth was filling with his cum. I was stroking my little cock with lightning speed as I felt pulse after pulse of my reward filling my mouth.
"Don't swallow bitch." He said. "Hold my cum in your faggot mouth."
I did. I felt my mouth filling to overflow and some of his cum, some of his power over me, leaked out the corners of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. His explosion slowed and I held his cock gently in my mouth. When he was done he pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked down at me with that smirk returning to his face.
"Open wide bitch, show these men what's in your cocksucking mouth."
I looked at the men standing there and opened my mouth. As soon as I turned, I watch several of them jerking their cock madly. Instantly one of them stepped forward and busted on my cheeks, It dripped on my boobs while two other shot on my nose and forehead. I think one even came all over my hair. I was still rapidly jacking my cock as I was getting cummed all over so they could all see what a sissy I was. The taste was overpowering but incredible. I worked my tongue around the loads in my mouth and over my face and felt myself getting close to my own less impressive eruption.
"Now swallow bitch, swallow and show them your empty mouth. Show them what a faggot like you lives for. Do it now bitch."
I did. I swallowed it in one gulp, feeling it slide down my throat. And as I opened my mouth to show them I had done as I was told I exploded. I shot more cum than I thought I could, especially after coming only a few minutes ago.
"Put your clothes on bitch, we have somewhere to go." He told me.
Meekly I said, “I don’t have any clothes.” And the room erupted in laughter. Some even howled.
Mihir pulled out a sweat soaked towel from his bag and said, “You’re lucky that I am coming back from gym bitch.”
I started to wipe off my face but he stopped me. "Leave it there bitch, a cocksucker like you should proudly wear the results of your cocksucking. Hurry up bitch!"
I wrapped the towel on me as much as possible and thrilling in the warmth of my humiliation I followed him out of the hall to the from ticket counters of the movie hall. There were only a few people there but I felt the burn of their gaze as they watched me, my face covered in men's cum, walking behind Mihir as we left the store.
"Get in my car sissy." he said not looking back. He knew I would follow. I knew I would follow. After all, I was sissy faggot.
Latisha
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