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“Here, Slut Puppy! Here, girl!” Gina called from the living room, and I dutifully crawled in from the bathroom where I had just finished using the litter box. My little cockette dangled between my legs, the lock on my chastity cage clicking and the little bell on the end of it tinkling with each sway of my hips. My breasts hung down and swayed slightly as well. Gina liked me to crawl when I was being her Slut Puppy. She liked the collar around my neck and the little tail attached above the butt plug harness that kept a large bulb firmly in my boi-pussy. It was all part of this particular form of play that she was into. As I crawled through the bedroom to the living room, I caught a reflection of myself in the full-length mirror that stood there. I saw a average (5’9”), slim, naked gurl with long black hair pulled back, long legs, slightly big feet (for a girl-girl), the pink leather collar, full C-cup breasts with puffy nipples (and the little bells that hung from them), a quick glimpse of the chastity cage and dangling bell enclosing my boi-clit, and of course, the tail wagging itself on my smooth white ass. What was I? A freak? A girl with a cock? A sissy? An a****l? Maybe I was all of these, but above all, I was hers.

I crawled into the living room to find Gina sitting there with a couple of her girlfriends. I knew them, well. And they were used to seeing Gina’s roommate and GF in a variety of costumes and roles. They knew Slut Puppy well too - were used to having me crawl about the house naked when they were there, occasionally playing fetch with me, having me lick their shoes or feet, and making me do tricks for them. Sitting up and begging as Slut Puppy was a big favorite because they could swat my tits and fondle my caged cock with their feet while I whimpered like a little puppy and held my arms in front of me, my hands hanging like limp paws. If I was good, they would give me a little treat (usually a small doggy biscuit) and even have me crawl on my knees over to where they could pet me and let me rub my cock against their leg in a grotesque parody of a dog humping a leg. Then they would usually push me away with a “Bad girl!” and laugh as I crawled off into the corner. Today Gina wanted to show Elaine and Jennifer the new tag she had made for my collar. It was one of those you get at a pet store and can custom engrave on the spot. This one just said “My name is Slut Puppy” and had Gina’s phone number underneath the words. It was bright pink metal and hung from the ring on the front of my collar. The girls admired the look as I sat up and begged in front of them. “Just in case she gets out of the yard when I’m not looking,” she told them giggling. Then they went back to talking about their latest dates, and I was largely ignored, so I crawled into the kitchen to get a drink from my bowl on the floor.

I belonged to Gina. I was whatever she wanted me to be, and I loved my life with her. I couldn’t imagine living any other way. I had known her most of my 24 years. She was the c***dhood friend of one of my older sisters, about two years older than my twin sister and me. I was born as the only boy in a family of girls, the identical twin to Sharon. We had two older sisters and one younger one, and my dad ran off with his secretary right after she was born. Sharon and I were only 2 at the time, so I never really knew him, and my overwhelmed mom was pretty down on men as a result of that experience, so for her own convenience, and maybe with a touch of revenge, she just started treating us as if she had 5 girls instead of 4 daughters and a son. I had almost no boy clothes and usually wore an older sister’s hand-me-downs. Gina lived a few doors away, but it seemed as if she was always at our house. She and my older sister Charlene enjoyed playing with Sharon and me, and they usually made me be the baby, or the puppy or whatever else they wanted me to be. Sharon would be part of their world, and I was the object of their attention and experiments. It was as if I had no identity except for the one they happened to give me for the moment or the day. I was the toy, the plaything, the dress-up doll, whatever they invented or imagined. I couldn’t get enough of it. It was attention, and as the middle c***d in a family without many resources and a mom who was absent a lot of the time working to keep us alive, I was starving for the affection and care of these older girls. The fact that I had a penis was a source of real fun for them. Mom didn’t know how many times they pulled and poked and slapped it when they were making me be whatever they wanted, and I doubt she cared. They put me in diapers when I was playing baby, had me wear their panties, bras and skirts when they dressed me up, put make-up on me, and led me around on a leash if I was their puppy or kitty. It all seemed so natural to me and them. My mom let my hair grow, and when it was time for me to go to school, she took me and Sharon in and registered us as twin girls, Sharon and Suzanne (or Suzy). I may have had a boy’s name when I was born, but for years I had been Suzy, and it was the only name I remembered.

As I got older, I began to realize that I wasn’t like all the real girls in my class, but my mom kept us dressed alike, and looking at Sharon was like looking at myself in the mirror, with one little exception, so I always thought of myself as a girl. At puberty, Sharon started to develop breasts, and I didn’t. I had almost no body or facial hair (genetic) but I did have something else that started to grow, and sometimes found myself with a little stiffy under my skirts. This of course was an endless source of amusement to Gina and my older sisters. They would tease me mercilessly if I got an erection when they were around, and it seemed that I couldn’t help it, especially when they were all trying on each other’s clothes or getting ready to go swimming or having a sleep-over and were running around in skimpy PJs. The sight of those lovely breasts and increasingly rounded hips and asses, so freely and unselfconsciously displayed around me, made me hard. I couldn’t help it. I loved the way it felt, but I didn’t understand it. Once when we were younger and they were playing house with me as the baby, my penis got stiff from all the fondling and diapering and leaked a little fluid. My sisters all made faces, but Gina, who was playing the mother, wiped it off on her fingers and stuck them in my mouth. “That has to go right back where it came from,” she said in an oh-so-mom kind of way as she made me lick her fingers clean. Eventually the girls started getting their periods and were wearing pad or plugs once a month. I didn’t, of course, and they would tell me I was a lucky little gurl not to have to deal with all that. Then I had my first wet dream, and I woke up a wet mess in my bed. It happened when the girls were having one of their sleepovers, and Gina immediately took charge. She laughed and told me this was my version of their monthly curse, and she pushed my face into the sheets and made me lick up my mess. My sisters just cheered her on. That was my first taste of cum, and it became routine for me to clean up my “period” whenever I happened to have one of these “events.”

When Sharon and I turned 18, she went to the local community college and I was left wondering what to do. I had been brought up as a girl, but I had strong male urges. I didn’t really fit in anywhere, and I had always been socially awkward, probably due to my gender identity issues (thanks, Mom!). Gina was away at school, business major, and looked as if she had a promising career ahead of her. She invited me to come live with her and be her roommate. I jumped at the chance. I adored her, and I would have done anything for her. She was so strong and beautiful, witty, clever, articulate, poised, so self-confident – all the things I wished I was. And she really cared for me. It was clear for years that she thought I was something very special to her. Yes, she loved to treat me like her favorite plaything, but she also loved me and counseled me and helped me live in the two worlds I found myself in all the time. When she offered to let me live with her, it was a dream come true for me. I had been a little lost when she went left town, withdrawn at school, and slightly depressed at home. I immediately accepted and moved in the next day.

That was six years ago, and my life was hers – literally – from that point on. I was whatever she wanted me to be, as I had always been. She had gotten a great job at a medical supply and pharmaceutical company, so she had access to all kinds of interesting things and sample d**gs. I had been on a low dose of female hormones for years, enough to shape me, but not enough to totally prevent my erections from happening. Gina had an endless imagination. She would constantly choose a different theme for me – slut, schoolgirl, sissy, plain jane, bookworm, goth, etc. and dress me accordingly. She helped me perfect my make-up and had a closet full of clothes and costumes to go with each version of me. I had a part-time job selling tickets at a local movie theater, and the owner didn’t care how I dressed. Gina would go on these jags and have me be her little goth GF for a couple of weeks, then change her mind and turn me into a mousy little bookworm for a month or so. Life was never dull, but it was also totally unpredictable. There was Suzy Scholar (mousy bookworm) and Suzy Schoolgirl complete with a little plaid skirt uniform and white blouse. The Goth get-up made me feel like the lab lady on NCIS, complete with spiky collar. Of all the versions of me she insisted on, Suzy Sissy was the worst. I had to wear pink and white frilly dresses with petticoats underneath, and little ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes. She always put a bow in my hair and white half-gloves on my hands. I was absolutely sure that everyone who saw me like that knew I was really a boy, even with the breasts filling out the top of my frocks. They probably just figured the tits came off with the rest of the costume. I looked totally femmy like that, but I felt as if everyone knew I wasn’t. Not really. I was always relieved when she decided to switch to something besides the sissy look. Slut Puppy was one of her later creations, and when I was at home, she would often turn me into her pet for weeks at a time. “Better than having a real dog,” she would say. Then it might be a couple of months before she would do it again. I never knew what to expect.

Gina attracted a lot of attention from both men and women, and she was wildly bisexual. She had many dates and brought a variety of men and women home with her to share her bed. She always introduced them to her roommate/GF Suzy, and it wasn’t long before she introduced me into her sex life. She knew I was used to eating cum (my own), and she started coming to my room after a boyfriend had left to have me lick her clean. The first time she did it, I was a little shocked, but she was so sexy and coaxed me between her legs so seductively, I gave in without much of a struggle. After that it became routine, and I would wait, sometimes not so patiently, for her lover to leave so I could suck his cum from her wet cunt. She introduced me to the joys of licking her to orgasm during these sessions, hugging me and telling me how much she loved me when I made her cum. I would have done anything for her at those moments. The first time she also told me to clean out her asshole, I did so without even thinking about it. Her lover had cum in her ass, and she held it purposely until he left, then hurried into my room and climbed on top of my face and lowered her ass over my mouth. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I began to tongue her eagerly and was rewarded by a warm trickle of tasty cum mixed with her anal juices. She squirmed and rode my face until I had cleaned her out, then slid back so I could suckle her clit and make her cum. Gina was also a squirter, and if I did a particularly good job servicing her, she would blast my face with a flood of warm pussy juice. I loved those times because I knew I had really pleased her.

When it came to her female lovers, she would sometimes tell me to join them. One of her favorite things to do was to have me tongue them both to orgasm and then play with my (usually) raging hard-on. I wasn’t big (the hormones had seen to that), but I could get hard and stay that way, mainly because I rarely got to cum on my own. Gina forbade me to masturbate. In fact she started that when we were about 13, as soon as I started to have wet dreams. I didn’t want to disappoint her, ever, so I tried very hard to be good. The few times she caught me rubbing myself, she had humiliated me in front of my sisters by dragging me naked in front of them and making me masturbate for them until I came on the floor. Then she made me lick it up while they all giggled and watched. The problem was, the humiliation excited me as much as anything else, and Gina saw that. My erection didn’t go away, so she took me into one of the bedrooms and slapped and abused my little hard cock until I lost the urge. She told me that I wasn’t to play with myself unless I had permission, and the lesson stuck. Now it was second nature to have her control my orgasms. Sometimes she would let one of her girlfriends play with me and even suck on my cock just to get me to the brink of orgasm and then stop. They would suck each other’s tits and mine and play with their naked cunts while I squirmed just short of cumming watching them tease each other. The fact that I had nice sensitive tits also and looked like a girl made it all the more fun for them. I was just a freaky little boi-toy for them to amuse themselves with.

The worst was when Gina would bring home Viagra samples from work. Those ad warnings about an erection lasting more than 4 hours were like a challenge to her. She would make me take one when she had a girl lover coming over, and the two of them would tease me to an erection by fondling or sucking me, and then see how long they could keep me hard. At times they would edge me like that it all night before they used ice cubes and cold water to make me soft. The sweet agony was something I both dreaded and loved. As familiar as I was with girl pussy by mouth, I very rarely got to stick my hard little cock into one. Gina had let me do it to her once, just so I could see what it was like. She tied me to the bed and then stroked and sucked me hard. She also tied a leather cord tightly around the base of my cock and around my balls to keep me from cumming. She climbed on top of me and had me lick her until she was dripping onto my face. Then she slid back and said, “You may have wondered where you get all that cum to eat, Suzy Slurper. This is what my boyfriends get to enjoy before they shoot their loads into me.” With that she quickly lowered her slick, silky hole onto my tortured, purple cock. It was heaven! As she rose up and down on it, I was amazed at how good it felt. She squeezed herself around me and smiled wickedly as I reacted. “Do you like that, little slut? Good! Don’t get used to it.” She slowly, tantalizingly raised herself off me and laughed at my frustration. “Little gurls like you don’t get to fuck real girls like me. It’s just one of the ways you get fucked,” she said. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but something told me I wasn’t going to have that pleasure again, probably ever.

Over time she refined her games with me. She brought home a plethysmograph, one of those devices that goes around the penis and measures blood flow (and sexual excitement). She would put it on me on Tuesday and Thursday nights while we watched porn together. She would try out a variety of different kinks and fetishes and gauge my reaction. That would give her ideas for her next game or games with me. That’s how she decided to make me her Slut Puppy. My reaction to human slave pets on screen was quite pronounced, and the meter started beeping almost immediately when the video started, much to my embarrassment. “So you like the idea of being a little pet, Suzy?” “Yes, Gina,” I said meekly. The more the video went on, the harder I got. Making the slave girl crawl naked outdoors and relieve herself made the meter beep loudly, as did parading the petgirl in front of others and putting her in a cage at night. Gina just smiled her wicked smile and made mental notes – all of which eventually were incorporated into my role as Slut Puppy. I was almost always kept in a cage at night, made to use a litter box in the house or else tied outside in the backyard during the warmer weather and allowed to pee and poop outside. And I was always displayed as a naked pet no matter who came over. Her friends were used to it, and her boyfriends loved her kinky side, so they never failed to tease me and make me do pet tricks for them, laughing at how quickly and how well I obeyed them, and giving me looks of pity when they would kick gently at my caged little cock. I always wore a chastity device when I was Slut Puppy, and usually wore one anyway, especially if I were home alone. Gina didn’t trust that I wouldn’t try to play with myself, and she certainly didn’t want any “accidents” as she called them.

Within a year of Gina getting her job, she had arranged for me to have implants, and I loved the fact that I finally looked much more like a real girl but one with a cock. I didn’t get periods like Gina and her girl friends did, though, and that bothered her. So she decided to make sure I found that time of the month as unpleasant as she did by making me lick her clean every night that she had her period. Sometimes she would make me service one of her girlfriends who was having her period, too, especially if the friend was staying overnight and they wanted to make love to each other. I would be called into Gina’s bedroom and told to “Make her perfect” before and after they played. Gina probably suspected that I didn’t really mind even that. She knew that I would do anything she told me to without question. That’s how she also made me her toilet sometimes – after noticing my obvious reaction (beep-beep-BEEP-BEEPBEEPBEEP) to seeing a lovely naked slave girl being used as a human toilet in a s**t video. Gina really laughed when she saw my reaction to that, and showed me a few more just to make sure I was reacting to the total degradation on screen. If we were out and she had to pee badly, she would usually tell me to squat and open my mouth and relieve herself on the spot. Sometimes those occasions were not so private, and I would be seen acting as her willing receptacle. People would usually just shake their heads and walk quickly past, leaving me feeling a mixture of pride and humiliation – a strange combination but one I reveled in. Just knowing that I pleased my Gina would fill me with pride even if the act was degrading and disgusting by most standards. Sometimes, when she was in a bit of a bitchy mood, she would use my mouth to take a dump in. She knew it really excited me when she did that, and almost for spite she didn’t do it that often. When she did I had to swallow everything that came out of her asshole and lick her clean – no toilet paper and no hands allowed. I didn’t get dinner on those occasions, and she would not want me to sleep near her because she said my breath “smelled like an outhouse.” She never used me like that in front of her girlfriends, but one time she was telling them about doing it, as I knelt next to them on the floor as Slut Puppy. Her girlfriends were incredulous, and Gina just laughed and said she knew I loved it, as my face got very red. To my utter humiliation, the little bell on the end of my cock cage began to jingle as my cock jerked involuntarily with excitement. “See! Even thinking about eating my s**t gets her hard!” Gina said laughing and pointing at my frustrated erection. “That’s why I don’t do it too often. She likes it too much. I’d end up with dripping dick all over the place,” she said. “And her breath! Whew!” She made a face and her friends both laughed.

Gina finally decided that I should get broken in “Like a real girl,” she said. She had been using butt plugs on me for a long time, and sometimes she would push her dildo collection into my ass to test my reaction. Each one had a name, approximating her different boyfriends’ cock sizes. She would test them out on me before deciding to let whoever it was do her anally. But I was still a virgin to a real cock, both orally and anally. I had consumed gallons of cum over the years, but always as it came oozing out of Gina’s beautiful pussy or asshole and of course, my own. She wanted me to have the “full experience.” “You’re a gurl,” she said, “and you should get fucked like one.” That’s when Suzy the Slut was really born. Gina took me shopping at Hot Topic and got me several very short skirts and skimpy tops that showed a lot of cleavage. She also got some bright lipstick and nail polish, some patterned stockings and some strappy fuck-me-now shoes with 4” heels. “I want guys to practically jump you in a bar,” she said as she did my hair and make-up. I had to admit I looked very hot when she was done. As a final touch, Gina added a thin leather choker/collar around my neck, “Just to give guys something to wonder about,” she said. Gina had decided that rather than submit me to some random guy, she would invite Brad, one of her boyfriends, over and ask him to bring a friend. The friend would not have to know that Gina’s roommate had a cock, even if Brad did. Everyone was looking forward to a fun surprise as the night went on. Brad and Nick showed up at 9. Nick was obviously very pleased to meet his date (me), and we set out for a night of drinking and dancing.

I was always pretty shy, but a few shots of Patron got me in a good if not giddy mood, and Gina kept egging me on to have one more. We stopped short of real inebriation, though, and around midnight got back to the house where Brad and Gina started right in stripping each other down to their underwear. Nick and I watched, Nick smiling and ogling Gina’s gorgeous tits and ass, and I was a little embarrassed by my roommate’s brazen behavior in front of a guest. I was even more embarrassed when she turned to me and said, “OK, Suze, time to show Nick some tricks. Get down on all fours.” Of course I immediately complied without even thinking about what Nick might think. “Your little date is actually quite kinky and full of surprises, Nick,” Gina explained. “I’ve trained her as my Slut Puppy among other things, but she’s also really a virgin when it comes to guy’s cocks. You have the honor of being the first!” Nick’s face must have registered his surprise, but Gina quickly added, “Get those pants down and sit down. She can start with a nice blow job.” At this my heart started racing and my cock started swelling, restrained by the cage I had been wearing all night under my miniskirt and thong. Nick didn’t hesitate, and when he unveiled his cock, Gina’s eyes also got big. He was huge, close to 9 inches and thick as my forearm. I couldn’t help it, I stared, and then I started to salivate. I had never sucked a man’s cock before, and here I was being offered this awesome pole to start on. I was going to be very spoiled! I crawled over to Nick and just looked at his erect cock in front of my face. “Lick it, slut,” Gina commanded, “all over, up and down, and don’t forget his balls.” My tongue started obeying her command, and I was amazed at the texture of his swollen cock. It was soft and hard at the same time, smooth as silk and covered with bulging veins. The head was meaty, and I inhaled his sweaty scent as I thoroughly coated him with my saliva. “OK, enough!” Gina again. “Start sucking, you little whore! Make him big.” Big? I thought? How much bigger can he get? I was soon to find out. I could barely get my mouth around him but I managed to fit him all in my mouth eventually. I had to change my position so I could come down on him from above which meant I was on my knees with my tits hanging above his knees. He wasted no time pulling my bra down and fondling them and tugging at my nipples. I was lost in lust! I had never had a stranger be so intimate with me before, nor had I ever had anything in my mouth like his heavenly cock. The high I was on from being a little tipsy and so turned on made me forget everything except that I wanted to get as much of that solid rod inside me as I could. I nearly choked to death trying to get him as far down my throat as I could. I knew from watching porn with Gina that some girls could swallow huge long cocks and keep them down their throats until they had to come up for air. I wanted to do that too, even though I wasn’t sure I could. I just wanted to devour that cock, to make it part of me, to have it inside me. Nick swelled even bigger, probably adding at least a half inch to the length and an equal amount to his girth. He moaned, and that spurred me on even more. I was making him hot! He found me exciting! Gina and Brad had stopped their own play to watch me do Nick, and they laughed when I gagged and brought up a bunch of goo that dribbled down my chin onto my tits and the floor. “Easy, little gurl,” Gina said. “There’s a lot of night ahead, and if you want him in you that much, you’ve got another option.”

I slowed down a bit, enjoying the way Nick responded when I focused on the head of his cock. I could taste his pre-cum, what seemed like lots of it. Eventually he pushed me back and said, “OK, stop now before I nut on your face. I want to break in the rest of you too. Show me that virgin pussy!” I blinked! I quietly gasped and looked pleadingly at Gina. She just smiled and said to Nick, “She’s just full of surprises tonight, Nick. Sit back and enjoy the show.” To me she said, “OK, bitch, strip! Show Nick what he’s going to get to dip his dick in tonight.” Whether it was the booze or the lust or the impending humiliation of exposing myself to this hot guy or a mix of all three, I slowly stood and started swaying my hips and grinding like a damn stripper. I turned my back on him and flipped my mini up showing him my smooth ass. Slowly and as seductively as I knew how, I slid my thong down over my ass cheeks and let it drop to the floor where I stepped out of it, a little awkwardly, resulting in a laugh from Gina. “You obviously need more practice at this, baby,” she said. Still with my back to Nick I unzipped my mini and took it off. My bra had been pulled down earlier so he could fondle my tits while I sucked him, but now I undid the clasp and took it off and tossed it aside. I was naked except for my thigh high stockings and heels – and my chastity cage which Nick still hadn’t seen. I half turned so he could see some side boob and kept my hands crossed in front of my crotch. I was afraid to let him see me, to show him that I had a cock. Gina said, almost angrily, “Turn around, cunt! Show him what you’ve got!” I did, my face turning bright red. As I turned to face Nick, I slowly moved my hands behind my back, revealing my cockette restrained in its cage. To make matters worse, before we went out, Gina had tied a little red ribbon around the base of my cock and balls, so it looked like a present to be opened.

Nick’s eyes lit up. I didn’t know it but he had a very dominant side, and he also had a thing for t-girls and shemales, although he had never actually had one. Brad knew about Nick’s interest and his domineering nature; that’s one reason why he suggested Nick as my first date to Gina. The other reason was that Nick was really hung, something that Gina didn’t realize until we both saw him for the first time.

“Surprise!” Gina and Brad said almost simultaneously. “Isn’t she something?” Gina asked.

“Something? She’s fantastic!” Nick said with a tone and a look that made me blush. “Brad, you son of a bitch! And Gina! I owe you one!”

“I’ll be happy to collect,” Gina said with a look that told me I wouldn’t be the only one who knew what Nick’s cock felt like as a fuck tool. “Go ahead. She’s all yours!”

Nick wasted no time in stripping off the rest of his clothes. Gina had ordered me onto all fours again, and had me put my head down and my virgin ass up for Nick. “Go easy to start, Nick,” she said. “You’re the little bitch’s first real cock, and you’re pretty damn big for a starter!” The appreciation in her voice was obvious. She handed Nick a bottle of lube and he squirted some onto the crack of my ass and slowly worked in a finger, then two, then three. He seemed to know what he was doing, and I was glad. I also secretly thanked Gina for having gotten me used to big objects in my ass, especially her “Chaz” dildo, named for her most endowed boyfriend/fuck partner. The Chaz was huge, and it usually hurt going in, but once I relaxed it felt wonderful. I guessed that Nick was about the same size, but this was real flesh with muscle behind it. I prayed he would go slow, but I also couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside me. Withdrawing his three fingers, he pushed the head of his enormous organ against my (almost) virgin asshole.

“I’ve used dildos on her, and she’s used to wearing a butt plug,” Gina said, “but she’s never had anything real in her pussy before. I’m sure she’s gonna love it!” She moved so she could watch the expression on my face as Nick slid himself into me. At first I winced. He was SO BIG! Gina was down by my face, her mostly naked body close enough for me to smell her perfume and her own arousal at what was happening in front of her. “Relax, baby,” she cooed to me. “Push out a little like you have to go, and don’t hold your breath.” She stroked my face and caressed my tits. Clearly she wanted me to like this. I did. I fucking loved it. I was finally getting to be a real girl, to have an experience like she had had so many times, to have a man take me, to fuck me, to use me, to cum – in me! Slowly and inexorably Nick slid himself all the way into my boi-pussy. Could I still call it that after this? He moved slowly and carefully at first until he knew I was coating his cock with my own juices. Then he started driving harder and harder. I may have screamed. Once. I know I moaned. A lot. I loved the hardness of him deep inside my soft tunnel, the heat of his throbbing pole against my sensitive tissue. Gina knelt close and kissed me on the lips, ran her tongue into my mouth and whispered how I was so beautiful when I was being fucked. My eyes rolled back in my head. My god! I couldn’t believe something that big could feel so good inside me! I didn’t want him to stop. Please let this go on for hours, I thought. He worked himself in and out of me for what had to be 10 minutes of doggy-style fucking, but then he slowly pulled out of me. No, I screamed mentally! Don’t stop! It was just for a few seconds, though, as he quickly flipped me over on my back and eased himself back inside, up the hilt again. He mouthed my tits and bit my nipples, tugging at them with his teeth. It hurt – a little. It made my crotch come alive with excitement. How could it get any better than this I thought, lost in a daze of lust. I felt like I was outside of myself, like my whole life had been leading up to this moment. Mentally I thanked Gina for all the things she had ever put me through, and I knew I would be her adoring slave forever for this. “Fuck me!” I begged Nick. “Please fuck me! Fuck me hard! Please, please, please fuck me! Don’t stop! Don’t cum! Please keep fucking me!” I begged him. I never wanted to stop. It seemed to go on forever. It was over all too soon. Interesting contradiction.

Of course all good things must come to an end, and eventually this fucking did too. Nick ravaged my pussy with a good 20 minutes or so of steady pumping. His stamina was impressive, especially to Gina who had a lot more experience with guys. Finally he reached the point of no return. He pulled out of me and quickly moved up over my face. “I want you to cum on your face, slut,” he growled. “I want you to remember my cock. To swallow my cum!” With that he spurted onto my face and into my mouth. I don’t remember any load I sucked out of Gina ever being that big. The amount that went into my mouth filled that cavity. His orgasm left a big stringy line of semen across my face that went into my hair and ended at my mouth. I sucked at it and used my fingers to collect the rest before sticking my finger into my mouth and sucking it off. I swallowed it all, loving the slightly salty taste, the smooth and slimy texture. His cock was still hovering over my face, and I pulled him into my mouth and sucked on him, tasting a sweet mixture of his cum and my own ass. I knew that taste. Gina always had me lick her dildos clean after trying them out on me. I loved it. It was sweet and bitter all at the same time, and it was from inside ME! I savored the taste. I didn’t realize it at the time but I had also had an orgasm of my own, such as it was. My semi-erect, frustrated cock had managed to spurt a large amount of fluid into the cock cage where some of it leaked out onto my crotch. Gina noticed it as Nick moved off me to the couch, exhausted and satisfied. “Look at what our little slut did to herself,” Gina teased. “She had a little cummy of her own. You fucked the jizz right out of her, Nick!” Without missing a trick, she wiped it up with her fingers, letting what was in the cage dribble out into her hand. She sniffed at it briefly, smiled wickedly, and then held out her hand to me. “You know what to do, slut gurl,” she said with a sneer. To Nick and Brad she said, “She’s used to this. She’s done it for years.” I obediently licked and sucked her fingers clean, adding the taste of my own orgasm to Nick’s. Then I lay back, my legs spread, my ass feeling the absence of Nick’s big tool. I was happy, but I was done for the night. Gina and Brad had come with her straddling him on the couch while they watched Nick fucking me on the floor. The guys slowly got themselves together, told Gina goodnight, and stumbled out the door.

“That went well,” Gina said as she came back to me. “You were quite the little slut, Suze. I knew you had it in you. Or should I say, I know you had it in you because I watched him put it there. Hahaha! Get up, bitch! Time for bed.” She led me off to her bedroom, but she turned me toward my cage on the floor. “You’re in here tonight, Slut Puppy, in case your little pussy bleeds during the night. Wouldn’t want you to get blood and spooge on my clean sheets.” With that she pulled off my shoes and stockings and pushed me gently into the cage. “Goodnight, fucktoy. Sweet dreams! Maybe it will only be a few months until I let you get banged again. Oh, and you did such a good job sucking Nick’s cock tonight that you gave me an idea for a new costume. You’re going to be Fluffy the Cat. You can fluff all my guys when I bring them home. That way they can pay attention to my tits while you’re getting them hard for me with your mouth. They’ll love that.” My cock twitched as she told me that, and she laughed when she saw that. “You like that idea, huh? Good! Fluffy it will be, but when you get up in the morning, it will be Suzy Sissy time.” I hated the idea of that, but I belonged to Gina, so I knew I would be her sissy, her slut, her fluffer, her bitch for as long as she wanted. I hoped it would be forever.