Candy Apple

“No, I mean, I don’t believe you’re not a girl, just cuz you’ve got one of those. You came in here and your name was Candy, and you seemed quite like a girl, I’d say. Do boys usually dress like that, talk like that, and wag their little behinds around like that?”

“No, no, but I “

“But you did those things, exactly. So you’re a girl.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Could he possibly be that dumb? For a second, I wondered if that be the case, and then I noticed that my bulge was, well, a bulge. Had I got myself up with Candy’s ass?

“Besides,” he said, and in one motion, undid his belt and dropped his pants, and a second later the guest did too, “these are cocks. That’s just a little toy.”

My Girl Gaby

“Daddy?” one of the dumbasses asked, “He’s not your dad, Klint. What the fuck’s going on here?”

I turned to the boy and said, “Your boy here is really my girl.”

“Daddy please don’t…” pleaded Gaby, as she came over towards me.

When she got close enough, I slapped her hard on the ass and gave her the bag. “Go put these on. Now.” I commanded. “Show these boys what a pussy you really are.”