The Lipstick Adventure

August 7, 2016


A tear runs down Jade’s cheek when she realizes it is time for her to start slurping the excess gunk up.

Her stomach protests as she leans in and licks the slop off the cock. She makes sure she also gets the excess that is spider webbing between her fingers.

There isn’t much taste to it but this fact doesn’t make it any less disgusting to her. She knows she is supposed to smile and look joyful about performing the act. However, her mind is focused too much on trying not to be sick.

“Good girl,” Simon says with a smile.

Simon loves sissies that hate dick. It boggles his mind that anyone would want them any other way.

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“Action.”  We all sat in silence.  I knew what I was supposed to do.  I couldn’t believe where I was.  This morning, I had woken up a virile young straight male who was almost going blind he was so crazed for pussy.  Now I was the pussy, being lowered onto a massive cock, still wearing a miniskirt which was now pushed up against my waist, exposing my naked cock and legs below, and most importantly my ass.

What the hell, my face streaked with tears I looked at the camera and read the cue card “My name is Roy and I’m a pussy bitch who needs to be taught how to please a man.”  I turned bright red as I said it.  I didn’t want to say the next part.  I swallowed and said it, “Make me cry daddy.  Turn me into the cockslut I am.”  I had sealed my fate, feeling as the man below me softly lowered me down over his big fat dick, dripping in precum.

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Janice swallows hard and then kneels down in front of her teacher. She makes sure she doesn’t bend over too far. The last thing she wants is for the back of her skirt to raise up too high. She has white cotton panties on under her short tartan skirt, so they would probably only notice her plug. That would still be horrifying.

Her hands tremble as she reaches up and pulls her teacher’s cock out.

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I know that you may think me something of a bully, but who cares? Forcing a lad to dress like a girl, act like a girl and serve my cock like a girl against his, or should I say her will, is the most powerful aphrodisiac for me! And looking down at her with her legs open in her pretty little panties; trembling with fear, the wide eyed scared look on her face was making my cock bulge.

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The tears in my eye were overshadowed by the sound of a vehicle, the first in a month. I was hoping it was someone coming to rescue me. But I knew it was just the opposite. I was afraid, nervous, apprehensive, and submissive about what would be next.

“Here come the men. Go open the door. ” he said.

I walked obediently towards the door and although the plug wasn’t that big I could feel it every step. Between the walking lessons of short steps foot in front of foot and the plug I could feel myself swaying to the door. I heard car doors open and some muffled male voices. Apprehensively I turned the old rusty knob and the door creaked open.

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Daddy’s Girl by oskarwild

October 23, 2014


Now she was completely hairless except for the hair on her head.

“Turn around facing me and kneel down, bitch.” Zeke ordered.

Chrissie did as she was told.

“Now you look like the sissy you are.” Zeke sneered. “What are you, bitch?” Zeke demanded.

“I’m a faggot.” Chrissie sobbed.

“Who owns you?”

“I belong to Daddy.”

“Yes, you little whore. You belong to Daddy and Daddy’s going to mark you as his property.” Zeke said. And grabbing his now flaccid cock, he aimed it at Chrissie’s chest and began to piss on her.

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Down the Path

July 29, 2014


‘How will you act when I’m here boy?’

‘Like a faggot Sir,’ trying hard to sound as faggy as I can.

‘And if someone else if here boy?’

‘I will still act like I’m a fag Sir.’

‘Why is that boy?’

‘Because I’m a fag Sir.’

‘Good boy.’ You let me loose. ‘Go get me a drink faggot.’

I prance out of the room trying to walk like a fag. My ass still feels on fire.

I come back with your drink. Head down, I extend my hands. ‘For you Sir.’

He takes the drink from me. His finger lifts my chin making me look at him, his stare intense, penetrating. ‘Why are you still standing faggot?’

I move to my knees quickly. ‘I’m sorry Sir.’ Head down, knees spread.

 

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