OMG III The Waxing
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OMG IX - The Nails free porn video
Pansy Pumpscock was sitting in front of a table with her arms
outstretched having her nails done. Pansy didn't know how she got there,
but she did know that she needed to keep her arms outstretched and that
she also needed to make men cum.
Sitting across from her was Heather Handjob. Pansy knew this because on
the wall was a placard with Heather's picture making an extremely hot
kissy face, her mouth painted bright Cocksucker red. Round full lips open
in an obscene O and painted cocksucker red in was clearly one of the best
ways to show men that your mouth has the perfect target for them to stick
their cocks into so that you can make them cum. Pansy thought that maybe
she should make that her natural, relaxed expression. The sign read:
Heather Handjob
Licensed Cock Stroker
Pansy looked into the eyes of the gurl doing her nails and said, "Oh my
gawd. I need to be making men cum!"
The sissy, doing Pansy's nails in the otherwise abandoned shop, was made
up to look like a cheap hooker after a long night of working a street
corner making men cum. (OMG, I need to be making men cum, Pansy thought.)
A pageboy haircut nicely framed her deeply rouged cheeks, dark red
outlined pink lips, and dark eyeliner marred from hours of crying.
Strangely though, Heather Handjob clearly hadn't shaved in days. The
combination of the two tennis balls ridiculously stuffed inside her PINK
PRINCESS halter top and the perfect posture she employed to thrust out
her chest made for a disconcerting contrast.
Heather Handjob wasn't a convincing sissy at all. The strong, firm, bolt
upright way she thrust forward her chest would have made any reform girl
proud. But her face was that of a whorish, drunken clown, and her
expression was a combination of confusion and desperation. One thing for
sure was that Heather Handjob's hands were the most beautiful, soft,
girly hands that Pansy had ever seen. Each long nail was decorated with
an elaborate and strangely hypnotic flower pattern.
Heather looked into Pansy's eyes and started to stutter in a deep,
southern, manly voice. It seemed like she hadn't talked in many years.
"S... S... Sissy f... f... faggots... SISSY FAGGOTS LIKE ME... I'M A
SISSY FAGGOT!!!... need long, la... la... lovely nails... LONG NAILS...
LONG PINK TALONS... LONG PINK PENIS PUMPING TALONS so they can stroke
huge cocks..."
It was as if the words were being forced out of her mouth. As if the
poor, inadequate sissy was doing everything she could to keep her mouth
from yelling, "HUGE COCKS... HUGE REAL MEN'S COCKS... STOKE HUGE MEN'S
REAL COCKS and make them spew sweet cu... cu... cum... SWEET CUM! SWEET
SPEWING CUM!!! I MAKE MEN CUM WITH MY GIRLY HANDS!!! I MAKE MEN SPEW CUM
FROM THEIR COCKS WITH MY GIRLY HANDS!!!"
The gurls' words made Pansy's sissy clit throb hard in its cage. She
could feel her sister's faggot's words fucking with her brain. She was so
right! It was so true. Sissy faggots like her needed long, girly nails
for stroking the huge cocks of real men so that they could make them cum.
Pansy looked into Heather Handjob's eyes and told her, "OMG, I NEED to be
making men cum!" Soon the two sissies were having a profoundly emotional
conversation.
"Long, girly nails make real men's cocks throb big and hard."
"OH, MY GAWD! I need to be making men cum."
"Real men's long, thick, throbbing cocks love to paint long COCK STROKING
nails with their man goo!"
"OMG! I need to be making MEN cum!"
While they were doing this, Heather Handjob's hands were expertly filing
and painting Pansy's nails. It was as if her hands had a mind of their
own.
Pansy was amazed at how long Heather was making her nails. They were SO
HOT, and Pansy was sure that they would help make men cum hard, all over
her hands and face.
As Heather worked, she told Pansy how "this faggot can only stroke real
men's HUGE THROBBING COCKS. This faggot can't touch her little pee-pee.
This faggot's little pee-pee is off-limits to this handjob honey. I'm a
HANDJOB HONEY! I have a little pee-pee, and I give real men hand jobs!"
Pansy felt so sorry for her. Didn't Heather know that Pansy needed to
make men cum? She kept explaining this to her. She looked deep into the
desperate sissies eyes and slowly said, "oh, my, god... I NEED to be
making men cum!"
After Heather was done, she placed Pansy's hands under some bright lamps
and stood up. Pansy gasped!
Heather Handjob had the biggest boner jutting out obscenely from her
tight pink yoga pants. One could tell from the outline of her shaft that
a large hooped ring was piercing the head of her penis.
"OMG! I need to be making men cum!!!"
As Pansy's long nails dried, Heather Handjob started thrusting her
pelvis, her long painted nails stroking the air around her tenting cock.
"I can't touch my little pee-pee! I can't stroke my little PEE-PEE!!!"
Her penis was gigantic, yet she kept referring to it as a little pee-pee.
Pansy tried to tell her, "Oh my god, I need to be making men cum," but
the desperate sissy didn't seem to understand.
"Big cocks need hands with long, painted nails to make them spew yummy,
creamy spew!" As she said this, the big sissy started to cry. Pansy could
tell now what had caused her makeup to stream down her face like that.
"OMG! I need to be making men cum!" Pansy didn't understand why she
wasn't getting her point across. It seemed too obvious to her, yet all
the sissy did was thrust her crotch in the air and pantomime stroking her
cock with her long, painted nails.
"Girls need long, painted talons to stroke men's cocks! I stroke men's
cocks! I need long, painted nails so that I can stroke real men's cocks!"
**********
Eventually, Pansy couldn't take it anymore. Once she knew that her nails
were dry, she stood up, teetering on her fuck-me pumps, and minced around
the table towards her desperate sissy nail technician. Kneeling down in
front of the massive throbbing member jutting from the crotch of the
desperate sissy faggot, Pansy looked up into her eyes and sweetly said,
"Oh my god... I NEED to be making men cum."
Looking into the desperate sissy's eyes, Pansy Pumpscock slowly sank to
her knees. When Pansy reached eye level with the painfully erect sissy's
huge, yoga pants covered cock, Heather stopped thrusting her crotch and
froze. Her expression was a mixture of excitement and pure terror.
Pansy Pumpscock looked up into her eyes and said sweetly, "Oh my gawd...
I need to be making men cum."
At this moment, it was Christmas, New Year's, and Black Friday all rolled
up into one for Pansy. She was about to look directly at a big, throbbing
penis. She started crying too as she said to herself, "OMG, I need to be
making men cum." It was a perfect moment. The most perfect moment Pansy
had ever experienced. It didn't seem to occur that every time she looked
at a penis for the first time was an ideal moment. That was the past, and
this was now, and it was perfect.
As excited as she was to see her wonderfully massive sissy cock, Pansy
took her time, savoring the moment of pulling Heather Handjob's yoga
pants down from her waist. It was a bit of a struggle. Her cock was rock
hard and resisted being pulled down along with pant's waistline. Pansy's
heart soared, thinking about how hard this cock was and how wonderful it
would be to make it cum. Hard cocks cum harder, and this was the hardest
cock she had ever seen.
Slowly the waistline tugged down, forcing the massive shaft down as well,
teasingly keeping its giant head hidden from the mouth-watering sissy
faggot. In a past life, Pansy fancied herself a lover of great works of
art and fine wine. Now she knew that these things held nothing in
comparison to a man's long, thick, hard cock. If only Mozart and Renoir
had tried sucking cock. Then they would have known true happiness. In
reality, it seemed crazy to Pansy that everyone didn't suck cock all the
time. It was just too beautiful!
All at once, Heather's throbbing shaft sprung free from its cotton prison
and bounced against Pansy's chin. It was out in the open where it
belonged, and it was the most beautiful thing in the world. In fact, it
was the center of the universe, and everyone and everything revolved
around it. It was God. It was all-powerful, and it demanded to be
pleasured.
By this time, Pansy had learned enough about herself to know that she had
a superpower. Her superpower was that she could slow down time. However,
it only worked when it had something to do with making men cum. She
needed to be focused on a cock to call forth her power, and she was doing
it right now.
As Heather Handjob's cock slowly bounced in front of Pansy, she used
every ounce of her concentration to study the sissy's cock, burning every
last detail into her brain. It had a wonderfully large head that would be
hard to fit into any but the most dedicated cocksucker's mouth. Piercing
into the flesh of this enormous cockhead was a very thick steel ring that
was at least five inches in diameter. Clearly, this cock was designed
never to penetrate anyone or anything. Pansy didn't feel sorry for the
penis because the large ring made it beautiful and unique. Unlike Pansy,
with her steel cage confinement, this sissy was controlled by her
cockring. She loved how perverse and twisted submissive sissies were.
Slowly drawing her eyes away from the cock's massive head, Pansy admired
the shaft and the thick veins that adorned it. It made Pansy feel like a
fortune teller reading a palm of a hand. "I see a climax for the first
time in a very long time in your future, GIGGLES," Pansy thought.
In full red block letters, the top of the shaft was tattooed, "NO TOUCH."
Pansy could tell by the way the letters were arranged that the command
was aimed directly at Heather. Looking up into her eyes, this was
confirmed by how the engorged faggot's eyes were locked onto the shaft,
with her hands behind her head in a frozen submissive stance. Clearly,
when Heather Handjob looked down at her giant, engorged pee-pee
(*GIGGLES*), there was no way that she was going to be able to make
herself cum. Pansy Pumpscock loved this because it meant that she would
be the one to make her cum, and this sissy was made to make Men cum.
Looking at the huge, throbbing, pierced penis belonging to the
ridiculously feminized sissy standing at attention in front of Pansy, all
she could think about was how she needed to make it cum. "Oh my god, I
need to be making Men cum," Pansy said directly to Heather's cock. She
always felt better when she said it out loud because it was right, and
she needed people to know it.
Trembling with excitement, Pansy Pumpscock reached for the massive,
pierced, throbbing penis with both of her exquisitely painted nails.
Encircling the girthy shaft, she started to tighten the loop with her
fingers until she was almost touching the sissy's erection. But there was
a problem.
As hard as she tried, she couldn't close her fingers enough to actually
touch Heather's cock. The way her hands teased Heather made the big sissy
moan with frustration. Try as she might, though, Pansy couldn't get
herself to touch it. What about her mouth? At first, she tried to plunge
her face directly on the massive shaft but quickly realized that her
mouth could not fit itself around the large steel ring piercing the pee
pee's head.
Getting her moist lips as close as possible to the veiny shaft, Pansy
halted right before being she was able to caress it with her eager lips.
OMG! Pansy was so frustrated and confused. She wanted nothing more in the
world than to make this desperate sissy's painfully erect pee-pee squirt
lots of sweet, yummy goo.
The frustrating teasing made Heather sob. "I can't touch my little pee-
pee!"
Which, in turn, make Pansy cry, "I need to be making MEN cum!"
At this moment, Pansy learned something new about herself. Yes, it was
true that she needed to make Men cum. Still, limp waisted, enslaved, nail
obsessed, sissy faggots weren't real Men, and no matter how much she
wanted to, she couldn't make her sissy sister's pee-pee spurt yummy
creamy goo. This made Pansy really, really sad. Pansy wanted to make all
penises spurt cum all over her hands and face, even other sissy faggots
like her. How would Heather's pee-pee squirt if she wasn't allowed to
pump it the way it clearly needed to be pumped? This was a scary thought.
This, in turn, caused Pansy to start bawling like a little baby, which in
turn caused Heather to start bawling too. Leaning back on her heels,
Pansy looked up into the eyes of her desperate sissy sister, snot pouring
out of their noses, tears streaming down their faces. They both knew it
was true. Pansy Pumpscock needed to make Men cum, and Heather Handjob
wasn't allowed to touch her little pee-pee. Neither one of the sissies
would get what they wanted, and there was nothing they could do about it.
As hard as this was, the realization of this truth caused both of them to
eventually calm down.
Careful to avoid touching Heather's pee-pee, Pansy lifted her pink yoga
pants over it so that it was once again tenting the front obscenely.
Bending over, the frustrated sissy leaned in to kiss Pansy on the lips.
Rising up to meet her, the two sissies embraced as their lips pressed
together, and their tongues started dancing, obscenely exploring each
other's mouths.
Pansy reflected on how beautiful it was for two ultra faggy sissy sisters
to make out with each other in public like this. The two pansies pressed
their chests close to each other, instinctively careful not to let their
frustrated crotches touch. Kissing a sissy sister made high pitched moans
come from each of their throats. Was there anything more romantic than
this?
All of a sudden, Pansy gasped and pulled away.
"OH, MY GAWD! I need to be making Men cum!"
The truth of this statement overwhelmed her soul. There were no Men here.
She had to find them and make their cocks squirt.
Turning towards the all but abandoned nail salon's front door, Pansy
minced out into the mall, her limp wrists cocked high, flailing about.
A pathetic denied Heather Handjob followed her out to the door and called
out for everyone in the mall to hear, "I can't touch my little pee-pee! I
can't stroke my little pee-pee!" This caused a burst of laughter and
applause to erupt from the sparse crowds milling about.
Turning back into the salon, Heather, without thinking, lifted up the
watch on her left wrist and selected a contact named CALL ME.
A bored man's voice from the watch said, "Status."
In a voice that was a strange combination of southern truck driver and
ultra-girly, Heather spoke into her watch, "Master... your... your...
your... cock stroking I STROKE COCKS! Your cock stroking sissy I STROKE
COCKS WITH MY TINY GIRLY HANDS! Your cock stroking sissy faggot I AM A
FAGGOT, AND I STROKE COCKS! Your cock stroking sissy faggot painted
pretty pink talons LONG PINK COCK PUMPING TALONS! SISSY FAGGOTS NEED LONG
PINK TALONS TO PUMP MEN'S COCKS! Your cock stroking sissy faggot painted
pretty pink talons onto Pansy Pumpscock I AM A SISSY FAGGOT THAT STROKES
REAL MEN'S COCKS TILL THEY SPEW YUMMY CREAMY GOO! Master."
"Understood. Perform nail edge protocol until locked in and then retire."
Without thinking, she walked back to the nail station, her obscenely
erect and denied cock tenting the front of her pink yoga pants. Sitting
down at her station, she pulled over a model of a hand used for
practicing nail polishing. As she began practicing painting complex
patterns onto the nails on the fake hand, she recited a mantra of
seemingly growing complexity:
"I am a sissy faggot. Sissy faggots need long pink talons. I need long
pink nails. I need to paint long pink nails on sissy faggots. I am a
sissy faggot. Sissy faggots need long pink penis pumping talons. I need
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talons on sissy faggots. I am a sissy faggot. Sissy faggots need long
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