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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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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B.Y.O.B.

February 9, 2013


I laughed at him. “Does my little cocksucking girlie boy want daddy’s dick in her mouth?” I teased him.

He squeezed his eyes tightly closed and shuddered, but then whispered, “Please, daddy, I… I wanna suck it. I wanna… I wanna suck your big cock, please.”

I reached out and pinched his earlobe with my fingernails. “You know what that makes you, Punk?” I asked him, my voice gentle.

Punk groaned but said, a mixture of misery and lust in his whimpering voice, “A little faggot… I’m a little cocksucking faggot… I like to suck dicks, daddy… plah… please…”

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Christian School of Humility

February 26, 2012


“Pick your bowl up and kneel in front of me,” he commands.

I do as he orders.

“Higher,” he corrects me. “Put your chin right against the side of the bowl with your lips just above the top.”

The tears are streaking down my cheeks as I obey.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now open your mouth real wide and stick out your tongue.”

I want to protest. He gave me a choice and I clearly choose the food bowl and not my mouth for his deposit. I resist for a second then open my mouth. I feel like such a pussy. Just a few seconds ago I told myself I would never let him cum into my mouth. Yet here I am like a baby bird waiting for its supper.

“Oh, daddy’s going to give you plenty of protein,” Dean Miller says as he jacks harder on his dick. “Oh! Here it comes!”

I look on in shock as a huge blast of white cum fires out of the end of his dick and hits the dog food just inches from my face. Some of it splashes off the food and sprinkles my tongue and lips but not much. He fires 4 more equally impressive blasts that do the same. By the time he is done the dog food is absolutely soaked. Amazingly, less than a half teaspoon seems to have gotten into my mouth.

“Good girl,” he praises again. “You can finish your breakfast now. Don’t stop until that bowl is spotless.”

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