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I had blown Donnell three more times in the next ten days. I would get off of work and drive to his apartment in Tamarind where I would suck his dick before heading home.

I was smitten with him - his smell, the tone of his skin, his large hands, his alpha personality. I was visually obsessed with his penis. It was so unique and it was mine. Every skinny inch of it was mine.

But I wanted more. I wanted more of his time and attention. I wanted more of his cock in my mouth but, despite the frequency, my gag reflex had not improved. Each night he’d sit on a chair in his bedroom while I knelt down before him and sucked his dick. Each night he’d aggressively grab my head to try to help me take more of him. Each night it ended with me gagging at the same depth and a pool of spit accumulating on his dick and chair. I’d drive home with a smile on my face and a stomach full of cum.

As I arrived home, night was already transitioning to early Sunday morning. I walked into my place and found Courtney sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine and cocaine residue on the table in front of her.

“Get done sucking Donnell’s dick again,” Courtney said with a tinge of attitude.

“How do you know,” I asked.

“Mark told me that you go over there a few times a week just to suck his dick.”

Donnell had obviously told Mark about my visits. Men just couldn’t keep their mouths shut in this town.

“I think I’m falling for him,” I confessed to Courtney.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Kel!”

I grabbed a glass of wine and joined her on the couch.

“Do you deep throat Mark?” I asked.

“No. We have sex more than I blow him. He’s too thick. My jaw hurts if we do it too long so I rarely give him blow jobs. He says he doesn’t cum from blow jobs anyway so it’s not an issue with us.”

“You said he was hung, but you never said he was thick.”

“Hung means thick too, Kel. Is Donnell hung?”

“I thought so but he’s just long, maybe eight and a half inches. But his penis is really skinny so I guess not. I want to learn how to deep throat so I can suck him better. Do you know how?”

Courtney looked at me slightly annoyed. Like a big sister who was tired of her little sister’s antics.

“The natural instinct of your throat muscles is to tighten when an object enters it. Stop trying to swallow the dick. Practice calming your muscles and allowing the dick to simply enter your throat. Practice with that dildo you bought. But Donnell isn’t good for you. Move on.”

I was hurt. How dare she say that. She didn’t know the connection between Donnell and I.

“But I like him!” I shot back.

“If you like him, this is not the way to go about locking him down.”

“Whatever, Courtney. He likes me too. I can tell. Why else would he invite me over so much?”

“Because you're sucking his dick!!! How naive are you?”

That stung and it took every ounce of restraint I had to not smack her.

“You’ve been down here a year and already have a reputation as one of the biggest sluts in West Palm. When I tell people who my roommate is they already know you. You’re the party girl. You’re the sure thing. You’re the city suck slut!”

My hand extended and smacked Courtney across the face. I was sick of her rudeness. I was sick of her gossiping. I was sick of her judging. I was not any of those things.

I ran upstairs and jumped in the comfort of my bed. I wanted to sleep but my blood was boiling. I knew deep down Donnell liked me and I would show her by locking him down.

I reached into my drawer and grabbed the dildo. It wasn’t as long as Donnell but it was thicker. I slid it in my mouth and pushed it all the way in, immediately gagging. I tried it a second and then a third time with the same result. My eyes were watering with a mix of frustration and anger. I needed to calm down.

After a few deep breaths, I tried again.

“Relax your throat. Don’t instinctively swallow. Just let it enter your throat,” I told myself.

I slid four inches, then five, then six into my mouth. I pushed forward and took inch number seven as well. There was no gag. I opened wider and pushed slightly more in. The dildo was now fully in my mouth. My fingers holding onto the edge of the dildo, feeling the slight scrape of my teeth. I had done it! I would practice more but I was excited that, at least temporarily, I had solved my gagging issue. I couldn’t wait to show Donnell.

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Confessions of a tgirl slut

When the day started, I had no dates, no arrangements of any kind. But I was feeling horny. I needed cock. I'd gone over a week without sex and I am one cock hungry sissy slut. I'm getting on a bit but I know how to dress and do my makeup. I like to think I can embody a straight guy's fantasies and give him the sex his wife won't and dress in a way genetic women generally can't be bothered to do. So I never wear tights - always seamed stockings, generally with a Cuban heel. I'm also crazy about...

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