The Birth Of A New Sissy - 1 free porn video

If you are offended by male to male sexual encounters or other explicit sexual situations, STOP now! This is your last warning. :-) Birth of a New Sissy - 1 ? by: DarkPrince67 [ [email protected] ] I met Jeff one day at the nearby tennis courts. I could never have imagined what the result of that meeting would be. I suppose I should tell you a bit about me. I'm a happily married 34 year old, about average in most respects, a little spare tire trying to form around the middle but in decent shape. I wear my hair short with a mustache and goatee. I had been married for about 6 years and had been physically faithful to my wife. I say physically, as I did think about other partners on occasion, though probably no more than most men. What was a little unique was my 'dark' sexual secret. Ever since my middle teens I had entertained occasional homosexual thoughts, nothing really strong or insistent, but enough to inspire some guilty fantasies. My Bi fantasies were helped along by a one-time encounter with a gay friend in college. It resulted in an exchange of oral sex that seemed to only fuel my Bi thoughts. I still feel I am predominantly attracted to women. I couldn't imagine anything romantic with a guy and my attraction to them was mostly evident when I was horny. Most of the time it was women that would grab my attention. So here I was without a partner that fateful day, but I had just finished watching the Wimbeldon tennis tournament on TV and as usual had the urge to 'smack felt'. So it was that I found myself playing against the wall on some courts near our townhouse community. When I got there I was the only one around. So I was startled to hear some polite clapping after I had just finished a make-believe rally against the ever victorious wall. I turned to regard a well built young man in snug shorts and t-shirt. He was clean shaven with sandy-blond hair. He was built like a quarterback, with a slim well muscled body. He couldn't have been more than 25 years old. There was something familiar about him, but didn't immediately know what. "Nice rally. I thought you had the wall beat there for a minute," he said with a good natured smile. "Almost," I agreed, catching my breath. He walked over and offered his hand. "My name's Jeff, I live across the street from you and your wife." I reached out and shook hands. He had a dry, firm grip that seemed to hold my hand a second or two longer than I expected leaving me feeling a little awkward. "Mine is Eric. I thought you looked familiar," I said, wiping some sweat with my towel. "If you're not too tuckered from your match against the wall, we could rally for a bit?" "Sure," I said. "Why not?" We hit back and forth for a while and we seemed pretty well matched. He was in better shape and quicker, but I seemed to be a bit more consistent. We ended up playing for another hour or so before we finally stopped. He hardly seemed tired beyond a sheen of sweat. I was done, however. He came over, hand outstretched. "Good game," he said as we shook again. He put his other hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze." As I released and turned to walk to my bag for a towel I felt his hand slide down my shoulder to the small of my back. It came to rest at the top of my ass. He walked along beside me, his hand almost guiding me as he chatted about the high points of our play. When I reached down to grab my towel I could swear I felt his hand caress my ass as it slid from my waist. I was feeling flustered, even though nothing had really happened. But my heart began pounding and I felt my cock stir. I just shook it off as me being overly sensitive, and not having sex recently. We walked back down the hill towards the townhomes swapping small-talk. I learned he was only recently out of college and was working as a programmer. He worked out of his home most of the week. He was single and currently unattached having separated from his girlfriend after college. As we approached home he patted me on the shoulder. "Why don't you come in for something to drink, I'm sure we're both dehydrated." I glanced across the street at my place and considered letting Laura, know where I was, but decided it wasn't a big deal. Jeff noticed my glance and chuckled. "Guess I can see who wears the pants in your household." I flushed a little. "Just wondering if I should let her know where I was in case something came up," I said a little too defensively. He just chuckled as I followed him inside. The place seemed fairly spartan. There were a few family looking photos and a computer setup in the family room. He told me to make myself comfortable while he walked over to the computer. "Need to check my email." After a few seconds he smiled and chuckled about something. "Hey, come over here and look at this," he said pointing to his PC. "I got a friend who likes to send me porn." He looked me in the eye as I came over. "Some of it is pretty hot and some is pretty twisted." He almost seemed to be gauging my reaction. "I certainly can appreciate good porn," I told him. I looked over and my heart skipped a beat. On the screen was a young college-type stud leaning against a wall, legs spread completely nude. Hanging between his legs was a hard, fat cock of at least 8 inches. I couldn't be sure though since the head of it was lodged in the mouth of a sexy, lingerie clad shemale. She/he was squatting between his legs, arms tied together behind her back while she was impaling herself on a thick, black dildo. I felt myself flush and my cock hardened instantly at the sight. I'm sure I saw him glance briefly at my crotch out of the corner of my eye. He just said, "Not sure which category this one falls into. I got a whole directory full of stuff like this," he continued, pointing at a directory on the desktop called, appropriately enough 'Hardcore'. I just nodded, not knowing what else to do as he turned and walked to the kitchen to get some water. I found myself looking back at the image, but looked away when I noticed Jeff returning. He handed me a glass. "I'm feeling real slimy," he gulped the last of the water. "I'm gonna go rinse off real quick. Make yourself at home." Without waiting he turned and headed to the bedroom, pulling off clothes as he went. I was opening the 'Hardcore' directory as soon as he was out of sight. I was curious what other stuff he had! I was not disappointed. There was a good deal of light bondage and toy action. A disproportionate amount was shemale as well. As I flipped through the images my heart was pounding and my cock was like a rock. It was as if he he had a visual collection of all my deepest, darkest fantasies. I also noticed that in all of them there was a young, smooth stud being serviced in some way by either shemales or women in very submissive roles. I had skimmed frantically through the entire directory and was going back through it a second time when I realized the shower had stopped! I was in the process of closing windows when I heard him chuckle. "Hey, don't hurt yourself there!" He stood leaning against the doorframe; a towel wrapped around an obviously toned body. "I wouldn't keep 'em if I didn't like 'em. So don't be embarrassed." He strolled over and stopped just behind me. "Pretty hot, eh?" he said, looking at the last window that I had open. It showed a voluptuous redhead, lovingly nursing on an impressive tool. "It's the look on her face that really says it all, I think." I could feel him leaning over my left shoulder. His voice was low and breathy. "Look at her full lips stretched around that hard cock." I found myself transfixed by the large photo as he described the scene "There is the sheen of cum and saliva all over her chin which shows that all she cares about is pleasing her man." I never heard him move, but realized his right hand was resting on my hip. "Why don't you have a seat, it'd be more comfortable than hunching over like that." He nudged my hip with his hand and I found myself sliding down into the chair. He then reached over and zoomed the image full screen. "The look in her eyes says it all." Jeff's left hand was now on my shoulder and his body was almost leaning against the back of the chair. "It's obvious she is doing what she's always wanted to do," his voice was almost reverent. "Using her body and her mouth like it was meant to be used." I felt him shift, but kept looking at the picture. My body almost throbbed with each heartbeat. My cock was making an obvious tent in my shorts and I didn't really care. "You can tell she was born for this task. Her mouth was created to suck cocks," he continued. "To nurse them to hardness." I could feel my face flush and my mouth dry as I stared at that delicious shaft stretching that lovely mouth. "To pay homage to a strong, virile body." I felt pressure on my shoulder to turn. "I'm sure you can imagine what she must be feeling, Eric." I let his hand swivel the chair, as he continued. "The curiosity. The need to be submissive to a stronger man?" I completed the turn in the chair. Jeff stood before me, completely nude, his body smooth, hairless and perfectly toned with slight washboard stomach, strong thighs and calves. And there at eye level, hung his cock. Extending from his clean-shaven crotch at least 8inches with a hefty thick shaft. It was the most amazing piece of male equipment I had ever seen. "You can imagine why she would want to service her master's body, can't you Eric?" He stepped closer. His semi-hard cock only a few inches from my face. I could feel the heat radiating from it. "Finding your true vocation." It filled my vision. "Finally realizing where you belonged in the world." Thick, heavily veined and pulsing with life, his hips moved forward and the head pressed to my lips. "Worshiping the cock of your master." He pressed forward and without hesitation my mouth opened, allowing his cock inside. My eyes closed and I heard myself let out a low moan as his hard shaft stretched lips. He chuckled at that. "Yes, it feels so good to give in and become the submissive you've always wanted to be." I reached up to his thighs, but he stopped me. "No!" he said sharply. "You only have permission to touch me with your mouth. Pull down your sweats but leave them around your ankles." I complied, without letting his cock leave the new home it had in my mouth. In fact at that moment the last thing I wanted was to lose my mouth-lock on his succulent meat. My own dick was almost painfully hard. "Now I see why you were so mesmerized by the cocks in those pictures. Your's is pretty unimpressive, isn't it." It was phrased as a statement, not a question. I had always thought of it as average at about 6 inches. Average or not, compared to his it was unimpressive. "Is Laura really satisfied with it?" He let that hang in the air as his hands grasped my head and began to use slow, deep strokes to fuck my mouth. "Or do you have to use your pretty mouth to make her cum?" I couldn't answer as he thrust deeply info my mouth again. "You do have a good mouth. I'm going to really enjoy breaking it in," he sighed as his cock began to press into my throat. "So warm and wet. So eager!" He went a little deeper with each thrust. "It's just a waste not to use it. To train it." The air was filled with the wet slurping sounds of my mouth as he slowly worked to breach my gag reflex. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I began to push forward on each thrust. 'Soon,' I thought, 'he will fill my throat.' That sent a shiver through me. Just thinking of this thick meaty shaft violating my virgin throat pulled another moan from me. "If your little cockette is good enough for Laura, imagine what THIS could do for her hungry cunt!" His hips rocked forward and the head of his cock slipped into my throat for the first time. At the same time my mind was filled by a picture of Laura's voluptuous body on her knees gasping and whimpering as Jeff began feeding his cock inside her. I groaned at the combination of his cock going deeper in my throat and the unfolding scene in my minds eye. There was a whirlwind of emotions inside me. Lust at the images that filled my brain and humiliation at thinking of my wife's pussy fucked into submission under Jeff's pounding shaft. I could almost hear her crying out in ecstasy and begging for more of his wonderful meat. "That's a good little cocksucker!" he grunted as his balls finally pressed against my chin. I had been so busy wrestling with my emotions that I hadn't realized he was almost fully inserted in my mouth. "I'm fucking your throat now. Warm and tight just like your pretty wife's pussy, I bet." I felt light headed as he would go balls-deep in my mouth and pause for a few seconds before pulling all the way out. "Just like a well fucked cunt. Your wife's well fucked cunt!" he punctuated this with another chocking thrust. "You love this don't you? Being used for my pleasure. Your throat just a willing receptacle for my enjoyment. The joy of submission to my cock." I shivered as I listened to him. It was true. He was fucking my mouth like some cheap sorority slut, and I loved it! I had always had some submissive fantasies, but I never thought I'd be so comfortable servicing a strangers cock. "Imagine your wife screaming in lust as I stretch her cunt around this thick cock!" I couldn't help it. I was already imagining it. "Of course she'd have to get on her hands and knees and beg me for it." I could see it in my head. Laura on her knees, curvy ass raised high. Two fingers jammed inside her pussy as she begged Jeff to take her. It filled me with humiliation, guilt and raw lust. My mind was pulled back to the present as Jeff pulled out of my mouth. I let out an involuntary whimper as his saliva and cum coated cock slid from my mouth leaving slimy juices dribbling down my chin and cheeks. Without warning he grabbed my shirt front and pulled me down onto my back. Jeff quickly stradled my head, facing my feet. without pausing he leaned forward and slid his cock back into my mouth as if slipping back into a wet pussy. He was now truly fucking my face. He held himself up and just used his hips to fuck my mouth with short strokes. "Suck on my cock with those pussy lips! Milk me good and I'll give you a treat!" he was groaning and I could tell he was close. "That's it! That's it! I knew what kind of person you were when we first met. I could see a weakness there, someone who needed a strong hand to lead them to where they really wanted to go. To be just a cock sucking sissy!" He pulled out and left his shiny cock just out of reach. "Just think of poor Laura, stuck being poked by a little sissy-boy, when she really dreams of a man's cock filling her with buckets of cum. My cum, smeared all over and dribbling out of her stretched cunt as she shudders from an orgasm like she's never felt before." I tried to recapture his cock with my mouth but he kept it bobbing just out of reach. "So tell me, how many pairs of panties to you have hidden away?! Tell me the truth, you do have some don't you?" I tried once more to catch his glistening shaft. I didn't want to answer. I wanted desperately to swallow his cock and lose myself in pleasuring it. "I asked you a question you little slut!" he barked. "Yes, I . . . I have some panties." A chuckle. "How many pairs and what kind?" "Two pairs of . . . purple French cut panties," I mumbled. "I'm not a sissy or a slut." I protested weakly. "What would you call a man who willingly gives his mouth and throat for another man's pleasure? Who gets turned on at the thought of his wife being fucked by another man? Hmm? Sounds like a sissy-slut to me." As he said this he rubbed the slippery head of his cock over my cheeks and chin. Never quite letting me get it back in my mouth. "I bet when Laura's out of town you dress in pantyhose, panties and jerk off dreaming of hard cocks, don't you?" "Sometimes," I said softly. How did he know all this about me? I had always felt that this part of my life was kept closely guarded. I only played occasionally, but I did like the feel of tight pantyhose hugging my thighs, hips and ass. One pair of hose had the crotch cut out so my cock and balls hung free and I could play with my asshole while I masturbated. "That's a good girl. Accept your destiny," Jeff said and slid his meat back into my mouth. He returned to stroking deep into my throat as he spoke. "That wasn't so hard was it? I'm sure Laura has no idea about your slutty, cocksucking desires, does she? Do you think she'd like to watch you nursing on my cock?" I tried to answer that I didn't want her to know, but couldn't manage more than a hum around his shaft. "She might finally understand why you can't truly satisfy her." He pulled all the way out then pushed it back between my lips. "Oh, yesss!" he hissed, filling my mouth again. "Work those cunt-lips for me! Show me how much you need my cock in your mouth." He began thrusting with more urgency then suddenly his hips spasmed and he plunged inside me to the hilt. "Oooh you hungry little slut! I'm gonna fill your sissy tummy with hot cum! This is what you've always wanted. Swallow little cum-slut, swallow it all!!" His pelvis was mashed against my face. Balls on my nose. His hips and thighs trembled as he ground his crotch against my mouth and began pumping warm semen directly into my stomach. After the first couple spurts he abruptly pulled out and began using his hand to drain the rest of his load all over my face. Some landed into my open mouth, but the rest dribbled down my cheeks. I couldn't believe how turned on that made me. I felt so dirty, so used . . . and so horny. I almost wished he could keep cumming. I loved the feel of his stringy spunk splashing across my face. "Oooh, yeah!" he groaned, still pumping his shaft. "You like it dirty, don't you? Look at your little clitty, so hard and throbbing. You love being covered in a man's cream, don't you?" I felt myself nod. It was true and my cock (clitty?) was pulsing with each heartbeat. I realized I was rotating my hips like I was a dog in heat. I reached down to stroke it. I needed to cum so bad! But he grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head. "No playing with your clitty! I want you just the way you are." "Oh please let me cum," I whimpered. A part of my mind was appalled at what I was saying. How could I have let myself get into this position. An hour ago I was playing tennis with some guy I've never met. Now I'm on my back in his apartment, pants around my ankles with his fresh cum drying on my face. And I loved it! I was actually kind of glad that he wouldn't let me cum! It meant this warm feeling of lust would continue. I felt so tingly; so alive. I knew at that moment I would do just about anything he asked. His flacid cock was hanging there, still wet from his cum and my mouth. I hoped he'd make me suck it again. "You will stay right there and not move," he ordered. "Is that clear?" "Yes," I nodded. Then I flushed as I added, "Sir." He smiled as he stood over me. "Very good, Erica." I felt an odd rush at the name. He was gone for a few minutes. When he returned he had some clothing in his hands. He put the small bundle down and pulled out what looked like a single knee-high stocking. He walked over and looped it around my cock and balls, making a soft make-shift cock ring. My sagging shaft got hard immediately as he snugged the stocking down. It seemed to intensify the feelings of lust as it made my cock and balls jut out almost obscenely. I found myself focusing on my clitty-cock as it throbbed within the silky restraint. He produced some scissors and snipped the ends off so there was just a skin colored ring tied around my equipment. It was barely even visible. "You will wear this every day. Now stand up and take off your pants." I did as told, and stood there with just my t-shirt and socks." He tossed me something from the clothing bundle. "Put those on. You will wear them home tonight. You are not to take them off until you go to bed." I looked at the black, sheer, nylon panties and shivered. My hands were shaking as I pulled them up my legs and settled them on my hips. My cock jutted out obscenely in front, but I couldn't help running my hands over my hips and thighs and ass as I stared at the tight, shiny material. It was so silky and smooth. I was caressing myself absently as I frowned at the light hair on my legs. I looked up into his face and saw a smirk. Then he tossed me a bottle. "Not done yet, are you?" It was a bottle of hair remover. He pointed at his bathroom. "You have 20 minutes. I don't want to see any hair below your head, is that clear? Are you familiar with enemas?" "Y-yes, sir," I answered meekly. "There's single-use enema bottle under the sink Get going then, and I expect you to be cleaned out, shaved and in only panties when you come out. Don't forget to re-tie your clitty either." "Yes, sir," I repeated as I headed for the bathroom. I stepped out of the bathroom 17 minutes later. I couldn't stop myself from running my hands over my now hairless body. I was already completely hard again! He sat, leaning back in his chair, still nude, scrolling through images on his computer. Without looking up he motioned me to come over to him. "Come here Erica." When I got up to him he continued. "On your knees." I followed his instructions. He was scrolling through pictures of shemales trussed up and having there asses or mouths filled by thick cocks. One that made me tremble, was a pretty transgirl hanging in mid air, suspended from a sling of some kind. She was spread eagled with her hard clit clearly visible hanging down. Her ample breasts were also hanging seductively. Behind her a well built black stud was shoving a very thick cock up her ass, while another black man filled her mouth with a heafty piece of meat. It was such a hot image. "Bet you wish that was you in the sling?" Jeff said as his hand kneaded my ass as I dropped to my knees beside his chair. "Here's another in the same series." The next picture had a third man in the scene. He was on his knees beneath the shemale with his arms tied behind him. He was valiantly trying to swallow the shemale's respectably sized clit. "You'd love to change places with the shemale wouldn't you? Answer me, Erica." I responded almost in a daze. "Yes, I would." Jeff's hand had slid down inside my panties and between my cheeks. It felt nice with his fingers sliding up and down my crack. Without conscious thought I began to push back into it. On screen the series of photos continued, as the shemale was fucked by both studs. Sometimes the third guy was sucking her and sometimes he was nursing on her full breasts. "I thought so. You are getting off on this aren't you? Being controlled and used?" His fingers began to massage my asshole. "Mmm-hmm," I whispered hoarsely. I was slipping back into a semi-dazed state of arousal. My hips continued to rock against his hand again. He chuckled. "Do you want something little Erica?" He removed his hand for a few seconds while my attention was riveted to the slideshow of shemale sex on the screen. His hand slid back into my crack making me sigh. It felt so good to feel his warm hand between my cheeks. Then I felt his hand massage something wet and slippery up and down my crack. "Answer me, slut! Do you want something?" His hand slid smoothly between my cheeks, brushing roughly against my sensitive rosebud. I pushed back against it, causing me to lean forward at the same time. "Yesss." "Speak up slut! What do you want?" His fingers were now massaging my hole again. Every time he called me 'slut' I felt a tingle of lust. "I . . . want . . ." I pushed back, trying to swallow his finger inside my ass but he pulled away. "Ooooh, stick it in!" "Be specific!" he barked, losing patience. "Put your fingers in me. In my ass, please." The part of me that was still fighting the lust was disgusted at the whimpering sound of my voice as much as the actual words. But I couldn't help it. The teasing was driving me nuts. Without warning he slid two fingers full up my ass. "Ow . . . oooh . . . mmmmm." The quick jolt of pain disappeared almost immediately, replaced by a pleasurable sensation. "Ah! Yesss . . . mmmm," I mumbled and moaned, dropping down on my hands and knees, as he finger fucked me. "Does your pussy feel good, Erica?" "Mmm . . . yes, sir," I didn't bat an eye at his continued use of the feminine form of my name. It even seemed right that if I was to be 'Erica', then pussy was the correct form of description for my hungry hole. "Your pussy is so warm and tight. Do you like having your cunt stretched?" He said as he continued to pump his fingers inside me. "Yes," I was pushing back now, "More, please." "More what? Be specific Erica." The more he commanded me the more horny I became. What was happening to me? "More . . . fingers. It feels good to be stretched and full." I felt shame and lust in equal measures, but lust always won out. He chuckled. "You are such a little slut, Erica! Don't worry, I have something to help you scratch that itch." He pulled his fingers out of my now loose orifice, making me groan at the loss. He then reached down under the desk and moved a box that had been serving as a foot-rest. I gasped a little at the surprise underneath. There suctioned to the linoleum was a very life-like, fleshy, 7inch dildo. "I think that will stretch your hungry cunt for you. But I think you should show it how much you appreciate what it's going to do for you. Don't you? Go on, get your lover hard and wet." It was like some weird, twisted dream. I was inside a fantasy world of my own making. I could have stopped this any number of times, but didn't. The truth was, I didn't want it to stop. At some level I was very much aware that I was a man in panties being ordered around by another man. But I pushed that knowledge back into another corner of my head. When all was said and done, this is something I had always dreamed about. I wanted to be Erica for this man. I wanted him to treat me as his slut. And . . . "I want to suck on it. To show my gratitude." Almost trance-like, I crawled to it. It was thick, veined and black. My mouth was already watering. "You should be grateful, slut," he said putting a hand on my head and guiding my mouth downward. My parted lips touched the head ready to let it slip inside. "This is the cock that will take your virginity and break the last of your male spirit." "Yessss," I let out a low moan and he pushed my mouth down over the spongy phallus. It slid into my mouth as Jeff's hand urged me downward. I began to bob on the thick shaft as if it was a real cock. It was almost comforting to feel it filling and stretching my mouth. I slurped and sucked for several minutes. My eyes closed, imagining the hard cock of my master getting harder so it could fuck me good. I was a little disappointed when Jeff pulled me away from it. "It's nice and hard for you, now lube it up," he said squirting some lube into my hand. I slid my hand over the shaft, coating it well with the slippery gel. I jacked the cock almost lovingly. It almost felt real. "Now turn around and squat over your lovers cock." I did as instructed. Pulling my panties aside I lowered myself until I felt the cool, blunt tip touch my lubed hole. It sent a shiver through me and made me sigh. Jeff laughed then put a hand on each shoulder and began to push me down. I gasped as the head suddenly popped inside me. There was a pulse of pain, but an accompanying feeling of fullness. Jeff slowed, but did not stop forcing my rubber lover deeper inside me. It was such an indescribable sensation. I could feel each millimeter as it slipped inside me. My eyes closed and my head fell back. All I could do was moan and gasp as my new cunt was deflowered. I finally bottomed out, with 7 inches of rubber cock buried deep inside. "Ohhh God . . . I'm soooo fulll!" I grunted as I squated there on the floor. "I think you can take a little more cock." Jeff said. My eyes flicked open just as he thrust his fat cock into my half open mouth. "Now fuck your lover and suck my cock slut!" I responded by taking his cock deep in my mouth and beginning to bounce on the shaft in my cunt. It wasn't long before I was slamming myself full length onto the rubber dildo while moaning around Jeff's delicious cock. I loved pulling all the way off then dropping back down and feeling the fat head pop back inside me. Each thrust rubbed my prostate and generated waves of pleasure. It also bounced my own hard clitty, inching me closer to my own orgasm. I could hear myself whimpering louder and louder as my release approached. "Oh yes. Oh yes! F-fuck, m-meee. Oh, yessssss. Fuck me. Feeeeelssssssoooooggoooooddd." I moaned around his cock. He suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood stroking it just out of reach. "That's right, Erica. Fuck him! Make your lover cum!" "Yessss, cummmm in me! Fill meeeee. Fuck me hard." I was completely lost in it now. In my mind I was being brutally, and amazingly fucked by my masterfull lover. I could almost feel his hands gripping my hips. Slamming me back onto his cock, not for my pleasure but his. His only thought, to unload his seed inside me. "This is your dream, isn't it Erica?!" "Yes!" "You're body was made to fuck! You are only complete when filled with hard cock!" "Yessss! Fuck mee, fill me, stretch me, use me, cumm in mee!!!" I babbled. I was so close to coming. At that moment I would have happily fucked and sucked the entire local football team and begged to be drowned in their cum. My whole world was my clitty and the cock in my ass. "Are you ready to cum, slut?" "I am soooo close and I haven't even touched my clitty yet!" Just the thrill of it and the sensation of the shaft inside me had pushed me to the edge of orgasm. I was thrusting and rotating my hips trying to increase the friction on my prostate. "Do not cum till I tell you to," he instructed. I tried to slow myself but I was already approaching the point of no return. "I'm trying to - I can't help it! I'm gonna cummmm. Please let me cum!!" He let me struggle for a few seconds. "Allright you worthless slut! You may cum for me . . . now." And I did. I slammed down on the rubber cock, plowing the head across my prostate, and my clitty spasmed and started to pump out roapes of cum. "Oh, oh . . . ahhhhhh cum-m-m-m-minnggg! OhGOD, YESSSSSSS!" My voice pitched up high into a near shriek. I just sat there, the dildo burried inside me as my cunt spasmed around it and my thighs trembled. I could feel each pulse travel up my shaft and shoot out. Suddenly I felt hot spurts of semen splatter against my face. My eyes opened and watched as Jeff jacked his cock and flooded my face for the second time today. I smiled and opened my mouth to accept a slut's due reward. Should I continue the story? Many possibilities await! --------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this story. It was born out of some of my Bi fantasies. If you have a comment, good or bad (be polite about the bad ones please) e-mail me at: [email protected] This story is copyrighted by DarkPrince67. You may post it on other boards, but it must be posted in full and credit given to the author.