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Pansy Pumpscock felt wonderful wandering through the mall hand in hand
with her sister Prissy. She was a good sissy because she was wearing an
extremely tight, slutty prom dress that showed off her tight waist and
sexy legs.
Pansy was bathing in the afterglow of having just made Sheriff Bob cum
by bouncing up and down on his wonderful cock until he pumped loads of
cum inside her. Pansy was carrying his cum inside her right now, holding
it in with the massive butt plug that constantly reminded her that she
needed to be making men cum. Looking into his intense eyes as he held
her impaled deeply on his cock as it pumped massive amounts of cum
inside her was to this date the most wonderful moment of her life. He
had used her, completely, without any consideration for anything but his
pleasure, and it was her tight, slutty asshole that had made him cum.
She was proud of herself with how well her ass milked and squeezed the
cum from his cock and how it just seemed to keep spurting and spurting
inside her. She loved collapsing on top of him with his cock still
buried inside her feeling him go from being a bull, raging with the need
to cum, to a sweet man at peace. There was nothing more important than
making men cum. They needed to cum hard inside sluts to be at one with
the world. Pansy felt that it was her divine mission to make that happen
and that if she didn't bad things would happen to the world. When she
thought of all of the bad things that were happening these days, she
just knew that they would get better if more sissies just admitted that
they were faggots put on this earth to pump cocks and quit trying to
prove that they were real men, when they clearly were not.
Holding her big sister Prissy's hand, she loved what a slutty prom dress
she had picked out: short ruffled pink with cups that barely contained
her massive melons. (Giggles. It was fun thinking of ways to call
boobs.)
Prissy was on the phone. Pansy was surprised that she had a lot more
contacts on her phone than Pansy. Why would someone need more contacts
than CALL ME, and ANSWER NOW? She couldn't imagine why.
Prissy was having an important conversation with Jerry. It was nice that
they had gotten to meet him and that he had given them these sexy
dresses. Prissy was telling him, "OMG, I need to be licking cum off my
mummies boobies." It was nice that he was learning his truth. Everybody
needs to have their truth, and Prissy was good at seeing it in people.
She didn't get why you'd want to lick cum off of a woman's boob when it
was much more important that you be the one to make them cum, but some
people are weird.
The two sissy slut sisters just marched into the front of Classy's
department store, where all the makeup counters were. Pansy could
understand the expressions of revulsion and curiosity coming out of the
girl's faces who worked the area. Prissy's makeup was a hot mess from
the brutal face fucking and painting that she received today, and Pansy
looked like a guy who had lost a bet to the world's trashiest hooker.
The two sissy sluts were drawn instinctively to the counter for a brand
called GLAM. The colors were so intense; they just seemed to POP. Pansy
and Prissy strutted over to the two shop girls behind the counter and
said in unison, "OMG, I need to be making men cum!"
The two stylishly dressed young women burst out laughing.
In a flash, Pansy's eyes drunk in every detail of the two clerks.
Vanity, according to her GLAM badge, was a strawberry blond. Her hair
framed her face in waves that looked both unkempt and perfectly placed.
While her hair was angelic, her eyes were ice blue orbs, swimming in
pools surrounded by a satanic black, accented by dark, perfectly curved
eyebrows and long, thick eyelashes. Her lips were full, dark burgundy
that you could imagine rejecting a thousand desperate men. A ring
pierced her septum, and a bar pierced her bottom lip.
Envy's jet black hair was styled in a peter-panish pixie cut that evoked
an ambiguous sexually. Her eyes were made up in a way that made her look
sweet, innocent and curious, like Alice before tumbling down the rabbit
hole. This created a stark contrast maximizing the attention drawn to
her overly plump, cock sucker red lips. Perfect pillows designed to
direct cocks as if her face were a penile landing strip. Pansy couldn't
imagine a real man not seeing her and instantly imagining skull fucking
her senseless. Her ears were pierced by two whorishly large hoop
earrings. Envy had a look that created a cognitive dissonance that
seemed scientifically engineered to fry a man's brain.
Each girl was wearing matching, form-fitting, cashmere dresses; Envy
blessed with considerably more in the ass department.
The dark-haired girl smirked at Pansy and said, "Fuck, yeah. Of course,
you do." The sissy couldn't help but notice Envy's pierced tongue when
she talked. "What you need, girly is a makeover."
Pansy's face lit up and said, "OMG!"
While Envy led Pansy Pumpscock to one chair, Vanity led Prissy to other.
Soon the two young makeup artists were giving the sissy sisters the
makeover of a lifetime. Each was going out of there way to make their
sissy as over the top slutty as possible. As layer upon layer was
applied to their faces, a crowd of onlookers started gathering around
their chairs. Soon the whole floor was betting on who could create the
sluttier looking sissy.
As her girl layered makeup on top of makeup, Pansy looked at herself
finally reaching her goal. While to everyone else it looked like they
were covering up a man's face, to her it looked like they were scraping
away layers of masculinity that felt completely unnatural to her.
At one point Pansy's makeover girl Envy stopped and whispered into her
ear, "this is how I'm going to beat that slag," holding up a lip gloss
with labeled, GLAM SUPER FAST SUPER PLUMP LIP GLOSS. "We just got these
in today, and Brandy doesn't know about it. You're going to have the
hottest DSLs in the city girlfriend."
Pansy loved being called girlfriend, and she loved even more how her new
girlfriend put the image into her head having plump, full dick sucking
lips just made as perfect pillows for a man's cock.
Pansy's lips came alive as Envy coated them with the clear gel. It made
them feel like they were balloons being inflated. Looking into the
mirror, Pansy was surprised that she saw so little difference. Noting
the sissy's agitation, Envy assured her, "don't worry girly, let's do
your eyes while we wait for your lips to plump up."
Pansy was really happy that her makeup artist chose a bubble gum Pink
eyeshadow, giving the girlish color a stark contrast using black
eyeliner and adding a pair of really long and thick eyelashes. The
candle on the cake was how she painted her eyebrows in such a way so
that it looked like she was fascinated by anything a man said.
Watching herself being transformed was like having front row seats to
the worlds best fireworks show. "OMG," she had the pinkest, blushes,
girliest cheeks. "OHHHH MY GOD," her eyes looked so innocent and yet
slutty at the same time.
Then finally, once Pansy's lips were the appropriate plump pillows
designed for no other purpose than to please men's penises, Envy began
working on her lips.
"OMG," she chose the bubblegum pinkest lipstick you could imagine. "OH
MY GAWD," she was now outlining her lips with a black pencil so that her
mouth looked like a target.
Stepping back to admire her artistry, Pansy looked like the most
outrageous fuck doll in the world. Pansy got all flush feeling Paul
inside her against his will experiencing the most intense desire to face
fuck the face in front of him. This sissy was put on earth for this
purpose and no other. Looking at herself in the mirror, Pansy Pumpscock
smiled and said, "OMG, I need to be making men cum." And with that
statement, the crowd laughed in approval.
Then Vanity spun Prissy's chair around and Pansy was face to face with
the hottest, sluttiest, face-fuckingest sissy slut in the world. Where
Pansy's makeup was innocent combined with a FUCK FACE HERE directness,
Prissy's was more of a purist I WAS MADE TO MAKE MEN CUM sexuality that
combined with her massive torpedo tits gave no person on earth any doubt
that she was placed on this earth to either kneel in front of men, or
make man kneel in front of her. The sight of Prissy caused the crowd to
erupt in OOOOOOOs. These were two hot as fuck sissy faggots.
Suddenly a voice boomed out from the crowd. "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
The crowd parted to reveal Santa Claus, in all his jolly splendor coming
towards the counter. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's vote on who is the
hottest sissy shall we."
This caused the crowd burst into applause.
"Now girls, the winner of this contest gets to ride on Santa's sleigh
tonight, which as you all know, is full of magical delights, ho, ho,
ho!" Santa surely knew how to work up a crowd.
Holding his hand over Pansy, Santa said, "first, we have the adorably
slutty Pansy Pumpscock; her makeup down by the extremely talented Envy."
As the crowd applauded for Pansy, she curtsied, blushed, and said, "OMG,
I need to be making men cum." This caused the crowd to applaud even
louder.
"And over here we have the ultra vixen Prissy Pumpscock, with makeup
artistry by Vanity!" And with that Prissy cupped her tits, thrust them
out and kissed to the crowd, making them clap extremely loud.
"OK, ok, everybody, ho ho ho. This is going to be a very hard decision
for Santa. It does seem like it's a tie. Well, there's only one way that
Santa knows to get out of a problem like this, is to have each of the
girls sit on Santa's lap and say what she wants for Christmas!"
To the cheers of the crowd, Santa sat in one of the stools and pulled
Pansy onto his lap.
Squirming on top of the portly Santa, Pansy could feel his thick
erection growing against her ass. Leaning into Santa's ear, Pansy
whispered, "oh my god, I need to be making men cum" Pansy could feel his
cock grow rock hard from her words.
"OK, Pansy, Santa knows what he'll be bringing you this Christmas, HO HO
HO! Now, how about Prissy?"
Prissy minced over to Santa and Pansy and kissing her sissy sister on
the cheek, pulled her off of his lap. "Now little girl, HO HO HO, tell
Santa what you want for Christmas."
Slowly grinding her ass up and down against Santa's lap, Prissy leaned
back into him and whispered, "I want to see you face fuck him as hard as
you can."
"Well, well, well, HO HO HO!" Santa's face went a crimson to match her
clothes. "Merry Christmas, indeed, HO HO HO!"
"OK, everybody, Pansy is the winner!" The floor burst into applause.
"Now Santa needs to take this two lovely young ladies on a tour of
Santa's workshop, HO HO HO!"
And with that, Santa grabbed the two sissies by the wrists and pulled
them through the crowds to the applause and cheers of the crowd.
Pansy felt so alive being lead through the crowd of cheering people by
Santa, clearly for fucking. She wanted everyone to know what a total
sissy faggot she was and how much she needed to make men cum.
It certainly added an extra flounce to her step knowing that her face
was made up like a silly sissy fuck doll. It was important to her that
people saw her for who she truly was. Pansy Pumpscock had been buried
alive for so long and was never going to let that happen again.
As Pansy Pumpscock strutted and minced through the crowd, she radiated
the confidence of knowing, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was the
sexiest, sluttiest sissy in the world. Her brain got all tingly trying
to visualize the long and girthy cock that was so desperately straining
to get out of Santa's red velvet suit. Pansy replayed in her mind the
feeling of grinding her ass crack up and down on his cock. It was clear
by the way it fit into the valley of her ass cheeks that it was
wonderfully long and thick. By rubbing her ass up and down against it,
she could distinctly visualize its kingly mushroom crown. Her mouth
watered imagining it stretching her mouth wide open, choking her with
its godly fleshiness.
As the holly, jolly Saint Nicolaus let them to his workshop at the
center of the mall, he leaned over and said to Pansy, "Santa's going to
make you gag on his cock, little girl. I can't wait to here what lovely
sounds you make getting face fucked, HO HO HO!"
"OMG!" There was something about hearing a man tell you what he was
going to do before he did it that caused Pansy's body to convulse and
almost trip on her sky-high fuck me pumps. Her ass was feverishly
milking the large butt plug stuffed inside her ass. The truth that her
straining sissy clit, so desperate to escape its steel prison, would
incapable of growing beyond the little sissy nubbin made her ass gyrate
most strangely.
Almost every aspect of her body was imprisoned in ultra sissy
femininity: the ridiculously high fuck me pumps that made her teeter-
totter as she walked. The white, fishnet stockings that acted like
runway lights up to the pink, ruffle butt panties containing her plugged
ass, and securely locked sissy clit. The extreme frills of the petticoat
pushing up and out the ultra-short bubble gum pink prom dress, that
seemed to be custom fitted to show off the extreme curves of her
corseted waist. The cherry on her sissy sundae was the innocent sissy
blowup doll way her face was made up.
It was almost too much for Pansy. She felt like she was going into sissy
overload. Her whole life had been a dream to feel this way, but dreaming
and living are two completely different things, and now she was living
with it, and the sensations were too much.
Looking desperately at Santa as he led her along, Pansy licked her lips
and said, "OMG, I need to be making men cum!!!"
This made Santa laugh, "you need to be making Santa cum, slut," and with
that, he pushed her into the surprisingly large workshop in the back of
Santa's village.
Pulling her over to the large chair that was in the back of the room,
Santa ordered Pansy to kneel. Before you know it, he was using a rope to
bind her arms tightly behind her back, forcing her to thrust out her
little sissy tits. Then he took a four-foot long poll and threaded it
through the ropes and started tying it to her ankles. In just a few
minutes Pansy was completely immobilized.
She could hear Santa whispering something to Prissy, but all that fled
from her mind when a Santa, naked from the waist down, except for her
fur-lined boots, was sitting in his throne, and pulling Pansy towards
his massive erect cock.
Pansy drank in the details. She imagined that if a man had made a wish
to Santa to be endowed with the worlds most perfect penis, that this is
what he would receive. His shaft was so thick and veiny, with a
perfectly angled taper that seemed designed to continuously make a girl
feel stretched as it slid inside her, until just when she didn't think
she could take anymore, it would ease up and quickly slide in. The head
of his cock was a perfect wide and round mushroom cap. If it weren't so
fucking big, it would be adorable with a piss hole that seemed designed
to spew cum like a firehose.
It was so perfect; it made Pansy start to cry with joy. She looked up
into Santa's lust filled eyes and said, "OM...."
Santa shut her up with his cock head.
It filled her face. There was no choice. There was no flexibility. She
was stuffed with Santa's cock.
She was surprised at how much her body loved being bound tightly as he
face-fucked her. It seemed so perfect that her useless limbs be used to
turn her into a perfect cock sucking machine. She was an object to be
controlled. She was a thing to be used. Binding her this way just seemed
so logical.
Arms bound tightly behind her back, face full of cock, Pansy entire
conscious mind became focused on using those parts of her body that
could make this man cum. Her tongue went on autopilot spastically
dancing around his bulbous cockhead; teasing his pee hole; running up
and down the bottom of his cock shaft. While her tongue was moving
quickly, her plump, cocksucker lips performed a slow, deep milking
motion, as if her lips were a masseuse and they were giving his manhood
a deep tissue massage.
Santa grabbed her by the hair. Looking up into his eyes, Pansy's face
full of his cock, Santa said to her, "Santa is going to teach you how to
worship cock."
Slowly, Santa pushed Pansy's head up and down on his shaft, like he was
a slow-motion jackhammer, opening up Pansy's face. The way Santa
controlled her mouth as he pumped in and out that Pansy wasn't sucking
his cock; Pansy was being face fucked.
When Pansy's mouth felt full, holding her head so that she was choking
on his cock meat, Santa looked into her eyes and said, "no breathing,
faggot; just sucking."
Pansy Pumpscock could feel her tightly bound body straining to get away
from the massive shaft of man meat that was forcing its way down her
throat. Her entire existence was doing everything it could to try to get
away from the man the thing that was preventing her from breathing.
But at the same time, she could hear Santa's words commanding her,
focusing her mind. No breathing, faggot, just sucking. She was a faggot.
The man with the cock that was fucking her face said that she didn't
need to breathe. She could feel herself walling off the part of her
brain that was struggling to stay alive. No breathing, just sucking. It
was as if she had jumped off a cliff...
...and discovered she could fly.
This was it. This was the moment. This was the reason she was put on
this earth. It was a high unlike any high imaginable. She didn't need
coke, or heroin, or sugar. She had that moment when the most massive
penis she had ever seen pushed pass her resistance and completely
controlled her face.
At the moment when his thick, bulbous god-cock broke through her
resistance, she looked up into his eyes. His belly was so wonderfully
masculine and massive. His eyes were so full of dominating lust. They
were one. She was his living, breathing, tool put on this earth to wrap
itself around his cock and extract cum from it. She had no will of her
own. Only the reality of servicing his needs. The extreme sissy faggot
in her couldn't help but cry.
With each thrust driving deeper down her throat, Pansy could feel Santa
destroying the parts of her brain that had any doubts that she was
placed on this earth for any other purpose than making men cum. If her
lack of oxygen was causing her brain damage, it certainly was the most
beautiful kind imaginable. After all, what matters in this world besides
making men cum?
Breathing didn't matter; being a perfect fuck face for cock mattered.
Making money didn't matter. Extracting cum from as many men as possible
mattered. Worrying about the future didn't matter. Being as sissy and
faggy and limp-wristed as possible mattered.
Pansy was amazed at how much of Santa's meat she could take into
herself. Looking into his lust filled eyes just made her open to him
more and more.
Somewhere off in the distance Pansy could feel her mind short-circuiting
from not being able to breathe. It was getting harder and harder to look
into his eyes, from all of her tears, and because of how her eyes where
blinking uncontrollably. Just when she felt herself slipping away, every
muscle below the neck straining to escape her bondage, Santa Clause
pulled Pansy's face off of his massive cock off.
Thick ropes of drool connected Pansy's lips to Santa's shaft as she
strained to bring air into her oxygen-starved body.
Santa tilted his head back and laughed, "ho, ho ho!"
Even as Pansy's body desperately tried to breathe, she could feel
herself straining to impale her face again on Santa's shaft.
"No, no, no, Pansy Pumpscock. You mustn't forget Santa's balls!" Santa
guided Pansy's face lower towards his massive, swollen, red balls.
Pansy loved how musky they smelt. Her tongue darted deep into the
crevices between his fat thighs and ball sack, lapping up as much sweat
as possible.
As she was slathering Santa's balls with her spit, Pansy realized how
important it was to spend time on a man's balls. She could feel his ball
taste and smell binding itself to the picture in her mind of his massive
cock. This was him. This was his flavor. This was his signature as a
man, and she needed to learn that signature.
Pansy could tell that sucking balls was an art in and of itself. It felt
to her that the main goal behind it was to show to the man that she
completely, utterly, without reservation, craved what was inside them.
There was nothing more important right now than to slavishly devote
herself to licking and sucking every part of his balls. He was a man,
and his balls were an essential aspect of his being a man, and they were
absolutely required if he was going to cum, and as a sissy faggot Pansy
needed more than anything to make men cum.
While Pansy was mesmerized on the task of worshipping Santa's balls, he
indicated for Prissy to come over. The slutty fairy leaned over, making
sure that Santa got a good view of her massive cleavage. Pansy couldn't
hear what Santa was whispering to her, no did she care, given how she
was completely devoted to pleasuring his balls. Prissy minced off,
clearly following Santa's instructions.
Abruptly, Santa pulled Pansy off of his balls. "Well, little faggot.
What a good ball lapper you are for Santa, ho, ho ho!" Pansy could feel
herself yearning to attach her lips to his cock or his balls, or to
whatever part of his body that he would allow her to worship.
"Now, you know faggot, that Santa Claus doesn't let just anybody suck
his dick, right? Only good little sissy faggots that want more than
anything to choke on Santa's cock earn that honor. Are you a good little
sissy faggot, Pansy?"
Pansy enthusiastically nodded up and down pulling against Santa's hand
still holding onto her hair. Looking into his eyes, she said: "OMG, I
need to be making men cum!"
"Ho, ho, ho, of course, you do. But you're going to have to beg better
than that, little sissy, or you're not going to get Santa's cock."
At that moment, the thought of not being allowed to be face fucked by
Santa's enormous dick was the worst thing in the world. "OH MY GAWD!!!"
It was a wail... a desperate plea... she had no dignity. She was the most
cum hungry sissy faggot in the world and she needs "to make men cum!"
Pansy's eyes darted back and forth between the large shaft bobbing up
and down from the heat pulsing through Santa's veins and his evil,
controlling eyes. "OMG," she strained with every muscle she had to get
closer to his cock.
"Now are you going to be a good sissy faggot cock whore and choke
yourself on Santa's dick?" Pansy nodded up and down desperately, tears
streaming down her face. "Santa loves gagging, Pansy. Only the nastiest
face fucking with lots of choking and drool will make Santa cum. Do you
understand faggot?"
"Oh my god!" Pansy nodded. "I need to be making men CUM!!!"
It took all of Santa's strength to keep Pansy off of his cock. Her face
was that of a desperate, sissy animal, whose only instinct is to impale
her face on that cock. There was nothing but pure, raw need. The
universe stood on an edge and if that cock weren't inside Pansy's mouth
very, very soon, then existence would simply end. She was a void. The
hunger was an emptiness that seemed impossible to fill. She was lost in
her desire with the man controlling her world keeping his life filling
cock just out of her reach.
And then he let go.
Like a coiled spring, unleashed, Pansy impaled her face hard on his
shaft. There was no working into it. There was an invisible force
pushing her face hard onto his cock, forcing his meat to stretch her
lips, jaw, mouth, and throat beyond anything she had ever experienced.
She was choking herself on Santa's cock, and she had never felt so
alive.
He wasn't forcing her only his cock now. Pansy was forcing herself, hard
onto his shaft. It scared her and excited her at the same time that as
she gagged and choked that she could tell the sound made Santa's cock
grow even larger in her mouth.
With Pansy's face wrapped around Santa's girthy man meat, Jolly Ol' St.
Nick looked him in the eyes and slowly said, "Paul... pumps... cock."
Click. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of Paul's mind, a switch flipped.
The insane ultra-sissy personality of Pansy Pumpscock was no longer in
control. He was Paul, and he was choking on the enormous cock a smelly
fat fuck wearing a Santa suit.
Looking up at Santa, his massive, fat, hairy belly dominating her gaze.
Despite the iron grip on Paul's hair, he was able to pull his face off
of the length of Santa's penis long enough to scream, "OH MY FUCKING
GOD!!!!'
Paul struggled with all his might to get out of the rope that bound him
kneeling before Santa. It was too much. St. Nicholas clearly knew how
to tie some rope.
As Paul twisted and turned, Santa forcefully pushed his mouth back
around the bulbous head of his cock. For a reason that Paul didn't
understand, his mouth instinctively started sucking with hunger unlike
he had ever experienced before.
"There he is," Santa laughed. "There's my naughty boy, HO HO HO!" He
started pushing Paul's face harder onto his cock.
"There's no escaping it Paul. You've been a naughty boy, and you know
it, and naughty boys get mouth raped by Santa Clause, don't they?"
Even as Paul moan in cock muffled protests, and struggled to get free,
he could feel his head nodding up and down. He didn't understand it. He
wanted nothing more than to escape from the penis that was going deeper
and deeper down his throat, and yet he couldn't stop his tongue from
tickling the bottom of his cock, nor keep his lips from giving his shaft
a worshipful massage.
Paul could feel his soul shattering into a million pieces.
"That's it, take Santa's dick. Take it in deeper. Santa needs you to
choke on it. Santa needs to keep you from breathing." Santa leaned back
and put his hands behind his head. Paul didn't understand it, but for
some reason he found his face of its own accord pressing itself harder
onto the massive cock. There was nothing he could do about it. His face
needed him to choke on Santa's dick.
He could hear himself gagging and sputtering as he tried to stuff his
face more and more. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more he
felt his head being pulled back by the hair.
Santa was holding his face just out of reach of his cock. As his eyes
darted up to meet Santa's age, and back down to look desperately on the
huge shaft, he could feel himself pulling with all his might to impale
his face again on the cock.
Looking into Santa's eyes, he forced out the words as his body strained
to reach the rock hard cock just inches from his face. "What... did... you...
do... to... me...?"
With a chuckle, Santa replied, "you tell me, Paul."
He couldn't help it. He didn't understand it. He wanted more than
anything to get away, and yet in tears he looking into Santa's eyes and
wailed, "OMG, I need to be making men cum!!!"
And with that, Santa let go, allowing Paul to impale his face on the
largest cock he had ever seen.
Throughout the mall, people could hear Santa cry, "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry
Christmas!"
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