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A Layover By strangefun Walking through a crowded airport, I smiled. The clothes I wore under my regular drab felt wonderful on my body - tight, constrictive, kinky, and so inappropriately feminine for a guy to wear under his mundane jeans, tee and sweatshirt. The only thing that could give me away was my footwear - tiny, cute, black canvas Keds with just a little of my opaque, shiny pantyhose showing below the hem of the jeans, but I figured they were innocuous enough not to attract much attention. I had to change in the airport bathroom after passing through security, which was it's own thrill, having to completely undress in a stall in a public bathroom, and than done a pair of black, shiny, opaque pantyhose, sheathing my slender legs in their smooth, tight, sexy embrace, pulling them over the small plastic sports cup that kept my twitching penis pointing down with no room to extend, working as a makeshift chastity device, not allowing me to apply any external stimulation, keeping things down there restrained, but nor crushed by my tight outfit - perfect for a long-term wear. Small, tight, sexy, one-peace long-sleeved swimsuit with high neck, pulled with some effort over my slender body, felt so sensually restrictive. Twisting and closing the back zipper, running from my waist to my neck, I sealed myself into my kinky traveling outfit, with my whole body minus the head and arms sheathed in tight, smooth, feminine embrace... The swimsuit, several sizes smaller that a girl of my size would normally wear (size 4, instead of 10), firmly hugged my torso all over, pushing the cup firmly in, sealing it into the garment - from now on, I could not even touch my genitals through my clothing, but received constant stimulation from every movement in its tight confinement, enough to keep me continuously aroused, but frustratingly not enough to reach a climax. This was a comfortable set up that I love to travel in, something spending days in it... My first leg of the journey was spent, as usual, fantasizing about sissy things and keeping myself futilely aroused by flexing my thighs and moving my hips, providing some stimulation to my trapped little dick, taking the keds off and rubbing my smooth, pantyhosed feet together under the seat, and generally, making flying a blissfully, enjoyably frustrating and kinky sexual experience. Now, walking to my connecting flight through a crowded airport and smiling, I thought that if only these people knew what a regular-looking guy is wearing under his regular-looking clothes, and how many other people might wear something kinky under their mundane external coverings, or get turned on by finding out what I am wearing... Getting to my gate, I saw that waiting area was packed with passengers. Looking for an empty seat, my eyes fell on a pair of gorgeous, high-heeled leather boots, stretched out into the space between the rows of seats, and my heart skipped a beat, ensnared by their incredibly sexy shape, as my compressed dicky twitched in its shell. Mesmerized by those boots - knee-high, smooth black leather, almond toes with four-inch stiletto heels, sitting so tight on a pair of gorgeous legs that they seemed to be poured into them. Black, shiny pantyhose, so similar to mine but more sheer, enveloped a pair of beautiful, sexy knees and thighs, disappearing under a short, flouncy, black leather skirt. And above the skirt, under a short leather jacked... I had to do a double take to make sure - a corset, real, heavy corset, tight, harrow, beautiful, so unusual to see nowadays. Full breasts covered by a taught blouse, beautiful face, framed by short, jet-black hair with dark eyes and red lips seemed a bit stern and uninviting, and the ear buds, connected to the smartphone she was looking into, sent the universal "not in the mood to talk" message. May be that's why there was an empty seat next to her, and, braving my natural shyness, I walked up to her, smiling and pointing at the seat. She darted her eyes over me, smiled unexpectedly warmly and nodded. I took my backpack off my shoulder and sat down next to her, almost moaning from the increased pressure inside my cup, which became even worst as I inhaled the sexy smell of her leather clothing, coupled with faint, sophisticated perfume. Getting my phone out, I pretended to read my Facebook newsfeed, glancing over the phone at her legs and incredibly sexy boots. They drove me wild. They were so beautiful, so smooth, every line and shape absolutely perfect, I wanted to worship them and the feet inside of them, and, being a sissy, most of all I wanted to wear a pair like that. Drinking it the sight of my beautiful neighbor's legs and boots, I've noticed with the corner of my eye that she was checking out my feet - and following her gaze, I saw my own small, girly, black canvas keds, and between them and the bottom of my jeans that rode up as I sat, an unmistakable glint of shiny pantyhose. Realizing that I could get caught, I shuffled my feet under the seat and concentrated on the screen in my hands, when she took out her ear bud and leaned towards me: - Are you wearing girl's keds? Her warm breath on my ear felt searing, just as her words. I felt blood rushing to my face, as her breath scorched my burning ears again: - And pantyhose? I turned my head and drowned in her eyes, only inches from mine. My initial instinct was to get up and leave, but, mesmerized by her stare, I swallowed and just nodded. - What else? Captured by her gaze, my lips opened by themselves and I breathed out quietly: - Swimsuit... One-piece... and a cup... She smiled: - Nothing inside? I shook my head "no". - That's not good, sissy. You are a sissy, aren't you? She spoke quietly, almost into my ear, but it sounded to me like the entire noisy airport could hear it. I AM a sissy, but how can I admit that to a total stranger? I have hidden this fun, but shameful and not socially acceptable part of me from everyone for all my life... Drowning in her eyes, instead of coming up with some flimsy excuse, all I could manage is to nod my meek "yes". - Fetch my bag, would you? I reached her travel bag under her seat, my hands brushing against her mesmerizing, pantyhose-clad legs, sending jolts of excitement through my body and mind, and handed it to her. She rummaged around in it for a while, shifting and rearranging things, and finally pilled out an oblong object, wrapped in a black shopping bag. - Here. Go to the bathroom and put it in. What seat are you in? In a stupor, I whispered to her my seat number, taking a bag from her, and, in shock, feeling the unmistakable shape of a large dildo through the thin plastic with my shaking fingers. - Go. We still have twenty minutes 'till boarding. I'll watch your bag. Shocked and bewildered by such a quick change from safe, comfortable, anonymous sissyness to being found out by someone else and ordered to do something so outrageously kinky, I got up, and, with my knees shaking, went to the men's bathroom nearby, clutching the crinkling bag. Locking myself in an empty stall, I opened the bag. A large, black, silicone dildo, long and thick, complete with bulbous head, veins and balls, stared back at me. A couple of rubbers and a small, single-use packet of lubricant nestled next to it. What kind of person had this stuff with her on the plane? The answer seemed obvious. My kind. The thought of not putting this huge thing up my ass should have entered my brain, but it didn't. With shaking hands, I tore the condom package open and rolled it onto the rubber cock all the way to the end. Than another on top of the first one. Quickly disrobing from the waist up, trying to stay quiet and hearing people all around me, I unzipped and peeled my tight swimsuit and pantyhose down to my knees, and the cup almost flew off from the pressure, as my compressed penis sprang free. I opened the lube packet and applied a generous amount on the bulbous tip of the large faux cock that I was about to insert in my ass in a public bathroom of an airport on request of a total stranger, which, in my, seemingly hypnotized, horny state, seemed perfectly normal. The touch of cool, slippery tip of the dildo on my puckered hole was electric. I bit my lip, and, trying not to moan, started to push, feeling it slowly entering my resisting anus. It was definitely bigger than anything I had in me when walking out in public, but the situation has given me no choice, and, as the head pushed it's way past the ring of muscles and popped it, a horny moan did escape my lips, echoing in the large bathroom. Clasping my other hand over my mouth, I kept slowly inserting the dildo in deeper and deeper. I already felt full and stretched, and there was still a half of it out! I started fucking myself with it to loosen my bowels, and, little by little, worked the large shaft inside me, finally feeling the balls of the dildo touch the crack of my ass. It felt so huge inside me! Stretched and impaled so deep, my ass felt so torturously full, and the thought of spending next couple of hours impaled on it seemed like pure, sexy hell, which made my softened during the insertion dick twitch in horny excitement. May be, if it becomes unbearable, I could go to the airplane bathroom and pull it out... Hurriedly placing the cup over my hardening penis, I quickly pulled the tight pantyhose and the bottom part of the swimsuit over my hips to secure the intruder inside, and the motion of bending forward made it shift inside me, and I moaned uncontrollably from the sensation, wandering how I am going to take it. Sitting down impaled on it, apparently. Arranging everything neatly, carefully pulling the super tight swimsuit up my torso and inserting my arms through the sleeves, I stretched the tight fabric over my body, moaning again as it pushed the dildo deeper into me. Closing the swimsuit's back zipper with some difficulty, I was once again sealed into the tight, feminine second skin, but this time, being penetrated by a large dildo made it so much more intense, sexy, and, because of its size, quiet uncomfortable. I quickly finished dressing, every move causing me to moan under my breath as I constantly felt the large intruder inside me, and, double-checking everything, noticed that my somewhat tight jeans bulged slightly between my butt cheeks with an outline of the dildo's balls and base. Realizing that there is nothing I can do about it and hoping that my sweatshirt would cover it, I braced myself and walked out of the stall. Washing my hands, I saw my flushed face with horny, dazed eyes and splashed some cold water in it to regain some grip on reality. It didn't help - bending forward to do that, I felt the dildo inside me pushed deeper in by the tightness of my outfit, making me whimper. What have I gotten myself into? How am I going so sit for over an hour in the plane with this monster constantly raping my tight ass? Walking out of the bathroom, I swooned at the movement of the deeply penetrating cock in my ass shifting itself with every step, my body trying to push it out, but the tightness of my elastic outfit pushing it back in, making me feel like I was being constantly fucked as I walked through a crowded terminal, feeling so embarrassed, so full, so exposed, so sexy, so... owned! I did wear butt plugs out before, but they were smaller and did not penetrate that deep... I saw her eyes right away, as she intently watched me, gingerly walking towards her, clutching the empty bag in my sweating hands. She smiled as I approached, surely noticing a sexy sway of the hips that my body was now involuntary making with every step, trying to cope with the constant, unavoidable, public sexual act that I was a compulsory recipient of. As I walked, the large intruder, shifting inside me with every step, rubbed against my prostate, causing my cock, shrunk down from the discomfort, to spring back to life, filling the small cup. Blushing profusely, I carefully crossed the crowded terminal and stood by the empty chair next to her. Smiling, she patted the empty seat, silently ordering me to sit down. I hesitated, bracing myself to what the thick, long intruder will do to my insights when I do, and carefully lowered myself on a hard airport chair. She laughed quietly, hearing my barely contained moans, as the full weight of my body drove the deeply inserted cock even deeper, pushing through my insights, instantly overwhelming me, and I panted and moaned, feeling unbearably full and uncomfortable, deeply penetrated, completely powerless to resist the deep incretion. I felt my eyes tearing up, as I tried to remain calm and not show to the hundreds of people surrounding me that my ass is being impaled on a large dildo. A large dildo that I myself just inserted deep into me on a command of a total stranger! - Now you are a proper sissy! - Her quiet words filtered into my mind through the haze of my tortured horniness. - The sissy isn't really dressed up until she is plugged! Biting my lip in shame and discomfort and blushing at being referred to as "she", I looked up in her bright eyes and saw pure enjoyment on her face. She leaned back comfortably, crossed her sexy legs, putting one knee over the other, and, with the toe of her gorgeous boot, rubbed my pantyhosed foot between the bottom of the jeans and the cute black keds, sending shivers all over my horny body. My trapped cock swelled even more, pushing uncomfortably against the small cup, held firmly against my crotch by the pantyhose and tight swimsuit. I looked around to see if anyone noticed my discomfort, but people minded their own business, except a few guys, paying covert attention to my companion's sexy legs. I was sitting slightly sideways, not yet able to put the full weight of my body onto the rubber cock penetrating me so deeply and uncomfortably, slowly putting more weight on it, feeling its constant, torturous penetration under the watchful smile of my kinky companion. The boarding was announced; she patted me on the hand and got up, grabbing her handbag. I leaned forward to get off the seat and moaned involuntarily, as the large shaft inside me shifted its bulk, reminding me who is in control of my sissified, horny body and mind. We joined the line, with me, carrying my backpack, and, after a motion of her hand, her travel bag. Keeping by backpack low to hide the bulge between my butt cheeks, I got in line behind her, past the check-in and onto the plane, shuffling in the crowd of passengers, admiring my companion's figure in front of me, inhaling her aroma, feeling her large cock inside me with every step, looking, I imagined, pretty flustered. Getting to my row, she stopped and turned, motioning me towards my window seat. I placed my backpack and her bag in the overhead bin, realizing that, as I lifted my arms I was exposing the bulge in my back for everyone to see, and sidewayzed myself to the seat, gingerly lowering myself down, once again impaling my ass on the large shaft as I sat down, feeling it moving deeper into me, while she looked at the process with a smirk on her face, taking a seat next to me, blocking me in. I've realized that she probably changed her seat to be next to me while I was stuffing myself with her large dildo in the public bathroom. I finally sat down, biting my lip, almost in tears from overstimulation and deep penetration, wandering how I am going to last this flight. And I had another, connecting flight! Almost as reading my thought, she asked, settling down in her seat: - Is this your last flight? - No - I breathed out, trying to gain control over my trembling whisper and failing - I have a connecting flight to Chicago... - Me too! - Her face lit up - Ah, this is going to be fun! My lips trembled, as I realized that I am stuck like this not only for this flight, but a next one as well! Plus an hour-long layover between the flights! That's at least three more hours of being constantly impaled on a large rubber cock with no option to take it out! The thought of disobeying my gorgeous companion has never crossed my mind; She seemed to have a firm hold on me, and I was glad to be suffering for her amusement, not even knowing the name of my tormentor! What have I gotten myself into? I can't handle being impaled so deep by such a large, hard cock for so long! I started to quietly panic, and she noticed. - Looks like you haven't done anything like that before, have you? I shook my head "no". Nothing that large and deep for that long, anyway... - Well, you are definitely starting big! Don't worry sissy, I'll keep it interesting for both of us! I sat in my chair, trying to fid a comfortable position for my stretched, impaled ass, succeeding only in constantly fucking myself with every movement I made under an amused smile of my companion. There was no position in which I did not feel uncomfortably, torturously impaled, stretched over a large, veined cock, that seemed to only go deeper with every movement of my sissified body. I shifted from side to side, from back to front of the seat trying to find a less torturous position, but only succeeded in constantly fucking myself, almost in tears, sobbing and moaning quietly, while my sexy neighbor kicked back and watched me squirm on her large dildo, making me feel... extremely horny! Being sexually tortured for an amusement of the gorgeous mistress - nothing can be sexier for a sissy! People have long since filled the small plane, but it remained at the gate way passed our departure time, and I was counting minutes... The captain announced a delay due to one thing or another; In my tortured, horny state of mind I realized that we are going to miss our connecting flight and started to panic again, when my companion's warm, soft hand covered mine, her warm touch calming be down a bit, and I released my firm, white- knuckled grip on the chair's armrest and tried to smile, noticing how incredibly aroused I was inside my tight cup. Moving my hips slightly actually provided some stimulation to my imprisoned cock, keeping it semi- hard it it's tight confinement, forced pointing down, adding to my discomfort and horniness. They kept us in the parked plane for an hour. An hour, which we needed to make our connecting flight. An hour of sitting impaled up to its balls on a large dildo, fucking myself with every move. When they finally announced departure and started taxiing to the runway, I was almost in tears, with my companion observing my sexy suffering with quiet amusement. The takeoff almost made me cum. The huge cock vibrating in my ass as the small plane accelerated on torturously bumpy runway, combined with tightness of my outfit and pressure inside my small cup, drove me frustratingly close to an orgasm, and I rode the cock in my ass as the plane took off, gripping the arm rests and trying to suppress a tortured whine. As the plane started its climb to the cruising altitude, I opened my tearing eyes, and looking shyly at my companion, saw her amused smile. - I'll have to gag you before the landing, sissy, so you don't make so much horny noise! I blushed fiercely, realizing that I was not able to muffle the horny moans as the large cock transferred the plain's vibration to my insights during the takeoff, hoping no one else heard it over the plain's noise... Thankfully, after the over-stimulating takeoff, my ass got a little less sensitive to the large intruder. Thick, long shaft inside me became almost pleasurable, but still incredibly uncomfortable, making me feel it's bulk inside me every second of the flight. She quietly started to ask me questions, and I answered in breaking voice of a penetrated whore. She wanted to know how often I dress up (all the time), how early have I started (as early as I could remembered), have I had a real cock (no, and she would not believe me) and a lot of other, deeply personal questions, that I could not talk about with anyone in this world, and now was absolutely truthfully answering to a total stranger. She really had a hold on me, and, in my horny, penetrated state, my mind just capitulated and obediently divulged the most personal information about my inner sissy. I was grateful to her for keeping the conversation quiet, and for allowing me to shamelessly stare at her incredibly sexy, nylon-clad knees and thighs. Pretty soon she knew everything about a little sissy sitting next to her on a plane, riling in discomfort and fucking himself with her dildo, inserted up to the balls in his sissy ass, and I still knew nothing about her, not even her name. It was a short, one-hour flight, but with an hour delay before, by the time they announced the decent, the large cock in my ass was driving me mad with its bulk and constant, unavoidable, torturous, deep penetration. My companion's shapely, nylon-clad legs so close to me in the confines of the small cabin drove me crazy, especially when her rode-up skirt, barely covering her thighs, revealed the lacy band around her upper thighs with the bottoms of the garters - she was wearing stockings! My poor little dickey was twitching in it's tight cup, and, as the small plane flew through the turbulence, I could not contain my tortured, horny moans as the large, hard cock in my stretched ass transferred every bump directly to my insights. My companion was smiling and laughing at my predicament, than leaned towards me and her hot breath seared my ear: - Seems like it just too big for the little girl to handle! Looks like it's going to be a rough landing, do you need some help keeping quiet? I looked into her shining eyes and meekly nodded, not sure what she had in mind. She smiled, got up and left for the lavatory, leaving me waiting for her, slowly screwing myself on her dildo, wandering what will come next. I have already revealed myself to her, and on her demand, stuck her large dildo in my ass, spending a couple hours impaled on it in public, what else could she possibly think of? She came back from the lavatory and sat down, smiling mischievously. - Here! This whole situation has gotten me so hot, that I've pre-moistened them for you, sissy! Put them in your mouth, that should help to keep you quiet! She handed me a wad of crimson, damp, silky material, and my eyes opened wide, as I inhaled the unmistakable smell of aroused pussy and realized, that she just handed me her worn, dirty, wet with her juices panties to gag myself with! This was so kinky, so humiliating, so embarrassing, so sexy, that for a moment, I even forgot about the huge intruder in my ass, but only for a moment. With my little dick twitching inside its tight prison, I brought the moist wad of red-hot satin to my face and deeply inhaled her intoxicating aroma. She really did get excited! Her beautiful panties smelled so wonderful, still warm, wet and musky, and I just wanted to bury my face in them! Under her gaze, blushing, I opened my mouth and obediently stuffed her damp panties inside, adding her wonderful taste to the smell that was already driving me crazy. My dick was now in permanent discomfort, pushing painfully against the hard shell of the cup, and my ass was gripping the dildo as I moved my hips a back-and-forth, continuously fucking myself. The panties on my mouth got quickly saturated with my saliva, and I had to suck on them in order to not to drool, tasting her juices, blushing from humiliation, hoping no one in the dark plain have noticed me stuffing someone else's used, soaked, dirty panties in my mouth. I now had both of my available orifices stuffed, one with a dildo and another with dirty panties of a person whose name I did not even know. I was sitting in my seat, riding the deeply inserted cock, sucking on a stranger's fragrant, used underwear, going crazy with the humiliation, desire, shame, excitement... I was so owned, and I did not even know the name of my owner. Landing made me glad I had something in my mouth to muffle my horny girlish moans. It was rough, due to the high winds, and the sudden touchdown drove the torturous cock so deep into my ass that it me scream into the soaking panties in my mouth, and continued its brutal assault as the plane ran down the runway. - Not much quitter, sissy, will have to use something bigger next time! Next time! Humiliated, uncomfortable, exhausted and horny, I so wanted for there to be a "next time"! This short flight was as sexy and magical for me as it was torturous, and I wanted more! I've also realized that, since her panties were now in my mouth, she was wearing nothing under her short, flouncy skirt, making me even hornier. I so wanted to serve her, taste her, pleasure her... The plain rolled to the terminal and the passengers with connection to other flights disembarked first, which meant that I had to get up, and, sucking on her dirty panties, get hers and mine luggage out of the overhead bins and exit, trying to behave normally, and probably failing at it, catching a few amused and curious looks at me and my companion from sitting passengers. We exited the plane and went to a service desk to inquire about our options. Walking with the large dick in my ass was actually a relief from siting on it for over two hours, and I actually enjoyed it moving inside me with every step. She went first, and I heard, with some panic setting in, that the last flight has left and they will have to put us up in a hotel for a night 'till morning's departure. My companion got her hotel voucher and boarding pass and stepped to the side. I stepped to the counter and, to my horror, realized that I still had my mouth stuffed with her dirty panties! I would not be able to say a word! Blushing and clenching my ass aroung the base of the dildo as I felt it starting to slide out of my poor hole, stretching the tight fabric of the pantyhose, swimsuit and the jeans, I stepped towards the counter, smiled meekly and handed my ticket to a the sexy, good looking, young male clerk, hoping he would not ask me any questions. He did. He was actually flirting with me, and, after I just nodded on shook my head "no" to his questions, he light-heartedly remarked: - Not saying much, hon! Cat got your tongue? - My panties, actually - To my horror, my cruel companion answered for me - Had him stuff them in his mouth so he would not make too much noise on the landing, because he has a large dildo stuffed in his ass! The clerk jaw dropped, as he slowly looked me over. - Is he... - A sissy. He is dressed up under those clothes - pantyhose and a swimsuit, he tells me. Tight ones. Apparently, that's how he, or rather she, always flies! I was dying from shame, so casually exposed to a total stranger... by another total stranger! At least we were the only people at the counter, and nobody else heard that... - Wow - the clerk smirked - that's one way to make flying fun... How big is the dildo? My companion spread her hands about eight inches apart. The clerk laughed: - Yup, that would definitely get you moaning on the landing! This is so hot, I love sissies, they let you do anything you want with them! - Indeed! This one is still in the closet, just look at her blush! They both laughed looking at my red face, as I stood there, stupefied by the sudden change from kinky-sexy-safe to being so fully and mercilessly outed to a stranger. - She is cute, for sure! - The clerk continued, as I blushed even more under his horny gaze - she is definitely making my job a bit more uncomfortable in the whole pants region! They kept referring to me as "she", making me incredibly embarrassed and horny. My companion laughed and turned to me: - Well, it is her fault for being so cute, but I know how we can fix it. Sissy, go help the man out! Stupefied, in a horny haze, I just looked at them in a stupor. - Well, if you want to fly out of here tomorrow, you better finish what you started! - My cruel companion gestured at the clerk's bulging slacks - NOW! In a stupor, not believing what's happening, I felt myself taking off my backpack and walking around the counter, as the clerk pointed to a cupboard-like empty space in front of where he stood. Crouching down, I moaned uncontrollably into my panty-filled mouth as the dildo in my ass got pushed all the way back in me by the tight jeans as I crouched. I was just barely able to fit in under the counter, thanks to my small frame, putting my red, blushing face right at his crotch level. - Noisy little slut, isn't she? - The clerk laughed, looking down at my red face - Apparently so, I just met her! - My companion laughed back - But eager, stuck my large dildo in her ass on the first demand! - Really? Right in the airport? Wow, what a horny fairy! Just the way I like them! I was almost crying from the shame and humiliation, hearing two strangers casually discussing my deepest, shameful secrets as I crouched, moaning, in the small space under the service desk. The clerk stepped in, blocking me inside the cramped, shallow space. I do not consider myself gay, but as a sissy, the idea of being used as a girl by other guys in such a degrading way has always turned me on immensely. I've never sucked cock before, but always fantasized about being forced to, and now, as my fantasy was being realized, I felt scared, ashamed, revolted, and incredibly turned on. As I reluctantly unzipped the fly on his bulging slacks with my trembling hands and reached in, I felt the heat coming from the inside. I felt his penis, straining against the underwear, and, blushing fearecely from the realization that I am reaching into other man's underwear, reached in and my trembling fingers made contact with the warm, hard, twitching skin of another man's penis. Dying from shame and getting more and more aroused, carefully, with some effort, I freed it and pulled it out through the zipper slit, watching, in horror and amazement, as it got larger and larger, assaulted by it's pungent smell, instinctively backing up from it growing shape but there was no room for me to back up, and it was still getting bigger, pressing against my lips, and when I parted them, sliding right in, pushing against the wet wad of silky fabric. I turned my face to the side, and, with trembling hands, fished out the soaked material, and the large dick, even larger that the one that's been torturing my ass for the past few hours, forcefully and greedily entered my mouth, assaulting my taste buds with it pungent taste. Still not believing that this was happening to me, I closed my lips around the shaft and felt its firm silkiness and pulsating warmth. With the waves of shame washing over me, I started to suck the large head, feeling it's heat in my mouth, it's smooth, silky, firm texture, it's musky taste on my tongue mixing with the taste of my companion's dirty panties. I was totally humiliated, ashamed for bing such an easy slut, dropping on my knees to suck a stranger's cock in a public place at the command of another total stranger and feeling my own tiny cock twisting inside it's tight confinement, almost passing out from the shame, excitement and horniness... In a trance I sucked the very first cock in my life for what seemed to be an eternity, when, through the haze of my degradation, I heard voices right behind me - with horror, I realized that more customers showed up! I froze, with clerk's dick at the back of my throat, swallowing involuntary, keeping him hard, trying to suppress my gagging and coughing, trembling from the humiliation and fear of being discovered by other people standing just inches from me behind the counter's thin wall, talking, laughing, as I crouched beneath the desk with stranger's cock deep in my mouth, my own little trapped peenie now uncomfortably pushing against the cup, clutching wet panties in my hands, inhaling the smell of another man's genitals, feeling used, ashamed, revolted, humiliated, and horny beyond description... The clerk served the new customers while keeping his hard cock inserted deep in my mouth, as I kneeled inside the desk, wallowing in my abuse and humiliation, trying to be as quiet as possible while gagging and sucking on his cock to avoid being heard and discovered, feeling totally trapped, used and degraded. Time passed, my feet and jaws started to hurt, the pressure of the dildo in my ass, pushed deep inside me by my taught clothes was becoming more and more unbearable, and I began loosing it, whimpering into the warm, twitching, hard flesh in my mouth. Finally, the voices above and behind me faded as people walked away and the clerk's hips started to pump, indicating to me that I can resume my shameful duty. Not seeing any other way to end it, I resumed bobbing on his cock, holding back my moans and tears, when the clerk reached down under the desk and, grabbing my head with both hands, forcefully inserted his cock in, and I felt it push hard against the back of my mouth, and, overcoming the resistance, sliding all the way into my throat. He just held it there, while I gagged pathetically, fully impaled on both ends, feeling like a total whore, which, I suddenly realized, I now really was. Who, but the total whore would stick a dildo, handed to him by a stranger, into his overtly cross-dressed body, than obediently stuffed that stranger's dirty panties in his mouth, and now was semi-willingly (technically, I could have refused) sucking another stranger's cock under a desk in the public place? A total whore. Me. Riling around clerk's cock in my gagging throat, I heart my companion's voice from above the desk: - When you cum, squirt some on her face for me, will ya? Some cum on her face would look very appropriate! Small comfort zone I have created by realizing my whoriness was shattered by these words, and, apparently, pushed my abuser over the edge, as the started pumping my throat, suddenly flooding it with his cum. I felt its foul, salty taste, the smell of another man's cum filled my nose, as it filled my mouth and leaked out of the corners of my lips as my abuser pumped a squirt after squirt, and, as he pulled out and deposited the last couple of squirts right over my eyes, nose and lips, my own, screaming from sexual overload, trapped, bent down penis started to spasm, and, sobbing, I uncontrollably started to flood my cup with my own cum, and it just kept flowing out of me, seemingly unending after a week of self- imposed chastity and so much unbearably heavy stimulation in the last few hours. I was lost in my uncontrolled sissygasm, which felt more like peeing myself that cumming, when a flash of light brought me back to reality. - Look, she is cumming! I opened my eyes, and through a blurry film of cum, saw the clerk stuffing his softening dick back in his pants, and my companion, taking my picture with a phone camera. The embarrassment, the shame and humiliation of the situation I was just too much, and I started sobbing, kneeling under a desk in an airport, still holding my mouth, flooded with stranger's cum, open, feeling it running down my face, feeling a growing wet spot between my legs, clutching my companion's wet panties in my hands. I must have been quiet a site, and the clerk took out his camera and snapped a few pictures too, adding to my humiliation. - Now, you look sexy, sissy! - My companion sneered, crouching next to me, pulling her panties out of my white-knuckled hands and quickly stuffing them back in my still opened, filled with cum mouth, closing it with her finger on my chin, whipping her fingers on my clothes and getting back up - Come out, sissy, we need to finish your booking! Still in shock, I got out from under the desk. To my small relief, the terminal by this time was pretty much empty. I stood there in the open, feeling the cum slowly running down my face and the wet spot between my legs growing larger. I raised my hand to wipe away the slime off my face and was stopped by my companion's stern voice: - Don't even think about wiping it off! Sissies wear real men's cum on their faces! I obediently jerked my hand away from my slimy face and just stood there, dripping, as the clerk finished working the keyboard and printed out the documents, handing them to me with a smirk: - Here are your boarding passes for tomorrow and your hotel voucher, MA'AM. I've put my personal number on the back, in case if you travels bring you here again! My companion laughed, as I got even redder, and grabbed my papers. - Let's go, sissy, I need some attention too! She thanked the smiling clerk and walked away. With my head floating somewhere else, I grabbed my backpack and her travel bag, and hurried after her, once again feeling the dildo fucking my ass with every step I took, keenly aware of my face being covered in other man's cum, as I felt it cooling on my skin as I walked, and, looking down in shame, I saw a growing, large wet spot on my light-colored jeans between my legs, as my cum leaked out of my tight cup. We were walking though an emptying terminal, and I watched my companion's sexy figure walking briskly on those high heels just ahead if me. A couple of stewardesses, walking in the opposite direction and chatting, looking so sexy in their short-skirted uniforms, pantyhose-clad legs and sexy pumps on their feet, looked over my companion and then darted their eyes over me, from my cum-covered face to my wet crotch, burst out laughing, making me burn with shame at being so cruelly exposed in my used and humiliated state... Feeling the blood rushing to my face, I bit down on the dirty panties in my mouth, now soaked with clerk's cum, feeling it run down my throat, and, hanged my head in burning shame. As I looked down, I was presented by a view of my crotch with a large wet spot between my legs, clearly visible on my light denim jeans, making me blush even more. Walking like that, with her, confidently strolling in front, the sound of her gorgeous heels echoing in the almost empty terminal, and me behind, carrying my and her bags, quivering in my girly keds, involuntary swaying my constantly penetrated with every step butt, humiliated, blushing, trying to hide the wet spot in front and the bulge in the back of me jeans, moaning quietly from the pressure in my ass, feeling the moving air on my blushing face, smeared with another man's cum. If I saw anyone like that, I would laugh. And give anything to be in their place. That realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I've always wanted to be treated like this! Afraid of it, scared, ashamed, humiliated, with my shame and degradation exposed in this perfect, public, yet somewhat anonymous way! And, there was a night in the hotel ahead of us. She said she needs some attention too. Thinking of that, I felt my weenie stir inside the soaked, tight cup, as my ass contracted around the sliding in and out of me with every step large, torturous dildo. I know how to pay attention... From the author: I hope you enjoyed the story. Write a review; let me know what you think! Or talk to me directly at [email protected] (yahoo chat: strangefun2) Stay strange!