Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2009 21:53:34 -0800 (PST)
From: AltErik <darkprince67@yahoo.com>
Subject: Birth of a New Sissy Part 1

Birth of a New Sissy Part 1: Encounter
By  DarkPrince67 (aka AltErik)
darkprince67@yahoo.com

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Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site,
you must have an idea what you're getting into by now. ;-)

This story contains male to male sex, Crossdressing and Dominant/Submissive
themes, so if this is a problem . . . wave off!

This story is fictional story based on a fantasy of mine. While it is
fiction, I did use myself and locations I knew as a basis. I hope you enjoy
it and feel free to send your thoughts, dirty as they no doubt are. It's
always good to get feedback!
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I met Jeff one day at the nearby tennis courts. I could never have imagined
what the result of that meeting would be. I suppose I should tell you a bit
about me. I'm a happily married 34 year old. About average in most
respects. A little spare tire trying to form around the middle but in
decent shape. I wear my hair short with a mustache and goatee. I had been
married for about 6 years and had been physically faithful to my wife. I
say physically, as I did think about other partners on occasion, though
probably no more than most men. What was a little unique was my "dark"
sexual secret. Ever since my middle teens I had entertained occasional
homosexual thoughts. Nothing really strong or insistent, but enough to
inspire some guilty fantasies.

My Bi fantasies were helped along by a one-time encounter with a gay friend
in college. It resulted in an exchange of oral sex that seemed to only fuel
my Bi thoughts. I still feel I am predominantly attracted to women. I
couldn't imagine anything romantic with a guy and my attraction to them was
mostly evident when I was horny. Most of the time it was women that would
grab my attention.

So here I was without a partner that fateful day, but I had just finished
watching the Wimbeldon tennis tournament on TV and as usual had the urge to
"smack felt". So it was that I found myself playing against the wall on
some courts near our townhouse community. When I got there I was the only
one around. So I was startled to hear some polite clapping after I had just
finished a make-believe rally against the ever victorious wall.

I turned to regard a well built young man in snug shorts and t-shirt. He
was clean shaven with sandy-blond hair. He was built like a quarterback,
with a slim well muscled body. He couldn't have been more than 25 years
old. There was something familiar about him, but didn't immediately know
what.

"Nice rally. I thought you had the wall beat there for a minute." He said
with a good natured smile.

"Almost." I agreed, catching my breath.

He walked over and offered his hand. "My name's Jeff, I live across the
street from you and your wife."

I reached out and shook hands. He had a dry, firm grip that seemed to hold
my hand a second or two longer than I expected leaving me feeling a little
awkward. "Mine is Eric. I thought you looked familiar." I said, wiping some
sweat with my towel.

"If you're not too tuckered from your match against the wall, we could
rally for a bit?"

"Sure," I said. "Why not?"

We hit back and forth for a while and we seemed pretty well matched. He was
in better shape and quicker, but I seemed to be a bit more consistent. We
ended up playing for another hour or so before we finally stopped. He
hardly seemed tired beyond a sheen of sweat. I was done, however.

He came over, hand outstreached. "Good game." He said as we shook again. He
put his other hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. " As I released
and turned to walk to my bag for a towel I felt his hand slide down my
shoulder to the small of my back. It came to rest at the top of my ass. He
walked along beside me, his hand almost guiding me as he chatted about the
high points of our play. When I reached down to grab my towel I could swear
I felt his hand caress my ass as it slid from my waist. I was feeling
flustered, even though nothing had really happened. But my heart began
pounding and I felt my cock stir.

I just shook it off as me being overly sensitive and not having sex
recently. We walked back down the hill towards the townhomes swapping
small-talk. I learned he was only recently out of college and was working
as a programmer. He worked out of his home most of the week. He was single
and currently unattached having separated from his girlfriend after
college.

As we approached home he patted me on the shoulder. "Why don't you come in
for something to drink. I'm sure we're both dehydrated."

I glanced across the street at my place and considered letting Laura, know
where I was, but decided it wasn't a big deal. Jeff noticed my glance and
chuckled. "Guess I can see who wears the pants in your household."

I flushed a little. "Just wondering if I should let her know where I was in
case something came up." I said a little too defensively. He just chuckled
as I followed him inside.

The place seemed fairly spartan. There were a few family looking photos and
a computer setup in the family room. He told me to make myself comfortable
while he walked over to the computer.

"Need to check my email." After a few seconds he smiled and chuckled about
something. "Hey, come over here and look at this." He said pointing to his
PC. "I got a friend who likes to send me porn." He looked me in the eye as
I came over. "Some of it is pretty hot and some is pretty twisted." He
almost seemed to be gauging my reaction.

"I certainly can appreciate good porn." I told him. I looked over and my
heart skipped a beat. On the screen was a young college-type stud leaning
against a wall, legs spread completely nude. Hanging between his legs was a
hard, fat cock of at least 8 inches. I couldn't be sure though since the
head of it was lodged in the mouth of a sexy, lingerie clad shemale. She/he
was squatting between his legs, arms tied together behind her back while
she was impaling herself on a thick, black dildo.

I felt myself flush and my cock hardened instantly at the sight. I'm sure I
saw him glance briefly at my crotch out of the corner of my eye. He just
said, "not sure which category this one falls into. I got a whole directory
full of stuff like this," he continued, pointing at a directory on the
desktop called, appropriately enough 'Hardcore'.

I just nodded, not knowing what else to do as he turned and walked to the
kitchen to get some water. I found myself looking back at the image, but
looked away when I noticed Jeff returning. He handed me a glass.

"I'm feeling real slimy." He gulped the last of the water. "I'm gonna go
rinse off real quick. Make yourself at home." Without waiting he turned and
headed to the bedroom, pulling off clothes as he went.

I was opening the 'Hardcore' directory as soon as he was out of sight. I
was curious what other stuff he had! I was not disappointed. There was a
good deal of light bondage and toy action. A disproportionate amount was
shemale as well. As I flipped through the images my heart was pounding and
my cock was like a rock. It was as if he he had a visual collection of all
my deepest, darkest fantasies. I also noticed that in all of them there was
a young, smooth stud being serviced in some way by either shemales or women
in very submissive roles.

I had skimmed frantically through the entire directory and was going back
through it a second time when I realized the shower had stopped! I was in
the process of closing windows when I heard him chuckle.

"Hey, don't hurt yourself there!" He stood leaning against the door frame;
a towel wrapped around an obviously toned body. "I wouldn't keep 'em if I
didn't like 'em. So don't be embarrassed."

He strolled over and stopped just behind me. "Pretty hot, eh?" He said,
looking at the last window that I had open. It showed a voluptuous redhead,
lovingly nursing on an impressive tool. "It's the look on her face that
really says it all, I think." I could feel him leaning over my left
shoulder. His voice was low and breathy.

"Look at her full lips stretched around that hard cock." I found myself
transfixed by the large photo as he described the scene "There is the sheen
of cum and saliva all over her chin which shows that all she cares about is
pleasing her man."

I never heard him move, but realized his right hand was resting on my
hip. "Why don't you have a seat, it'd be more comfortable than hunching
over like that." He nudged my hip with his hand and I found myself sliding
down into the chair. He then reached over and zoomed the image full screen.

"The look in her eyes says it all" Jeff's left hand was now on my shoulder
and his body was almost leaning against the back of the chair. "It's
obvious she is doing what she's always wanted to do." His voice was almost
reverent. "Using her body, her mouth like it was meant to be used."

I felt him shift, but kept looking at the picture. My body almost throbbed
with each heart beat. My cock was making an obvious tent in my shorts and I
didn't really care. "You can tell she was born for this task. Her mouth was
created to suck cocks." He continued. "To nurse them to hardness." I could
feel my face flush and my mouth dry as I stared at that delicious shaft
stretching that lovely mouth. "To pay homage to a strong, virile body."

I felt pressure on my shoulder to turn. "I'm sure you can imagine what she
must be feeling, Eric." I let his hand swivel the chair, as he
continued. "The curiosity. The need to be submissive to a stronger man?"

I completed the turn in the chair. Jeff stood before me, completely
nude. His body smooth, hairless and perfectly toned. Slight washboard
stomach. Strong thighs and calves. And there at eye level, hung his
cock. Extending from his clean-shaven crotch at least 8inches with a hefty
thick shaft. It was the most amazing piece of male equipment I had ever
seen.

"You can imagine why she would want to service her master's body, can't you
Eric?" He stepped closer. His semi-hard cock only a few inches from my
face. I could feel the heat radiating from it. "Finding your true
vocation." It filled my vision. "Finally realizing where you belonged in
the world." Thick, heavily veined and pulsing with life. His hips moved
forward and the head pressed to my lips. "Worshiping the cock of your
master."

He pressed forward and without hesitation my mouth opened, allowing his
cock inside. My eyes closed and I heard myself let out a low moan as his
hard shaft stretched lips. He chuckled at that. "Yes, it feels so good to
give in and become the submissive you've always wanted to be." I reached up
to his thighs, but he stopped me.

"No!" He said sharply. "You only have permission to touch me with your
mouth. Pull down your sweats but leave them around your ankles."

I complied, without letting his cock leave the new home it had in my
mouth. In fact at that moment the last thing I wanted was to lose my
mouth-lock on his succulent meat. My own dick was almost painfully
hard. "Now I see why you were so mesmerized by the cocks in those
pictures. Your's is pretty unimpressive, isn't it." It was phrased as a
statement, not a question. I had always thought of it as average at about 6
inches. Average or not, compared to his it was unimpressive. "Is Laura
really satisfied with it?" He let that hang in the air as his hands grasped
my head and began to use slow, deep strokes to fuck my mouth. "Or do you
have to use your pretty mouth to make her cum?" I couldn't answer as he
thrust deeply info my mouth again.

"You do have a good mouth. I'm going to really enjoy breaking it in." He
sighed as his cock began to press into my throat. "So warm and wet. So
eager!" He went a little deeper with each thrust. "It's just a waste not to
use it. To train it." The air was filled with the wet slurping sounds of my
mouth as he slowly worked to breach my gag reflex. I knew what he wanted. I
wanted it too. I began to push forward on each thrust. 'Soon,' I thought,
'he will fill my throat.' That sent a shiver through me. Just thinking of
this thick meaty shaft violating my virgin throat pulled another moan from
me.

"If your little cockette is good enough for Laura, imagine what THIS could
do for her hungry cunt!" His hips rocked forward and the head of his cock
slipped into my throat for the first time. At the same time my mind was
filled by a picture of Laura's voluptuous body on her knees gasping and
whimpering as Jeff began feeding his cock inside her. I groaned at the
combination of his cock going deeper in my throat and the unfolding scene
in my minds eye. There was a whirlwind of emotions inside me. Lust at the
images that filled my brain and humiliation at thinking of my wife's pussy
fucked into submission under Jeff's pounding shaft. I could almost hear her
crying out in ecstasy and begging for more of his wonderful meat.

"That's a good little cocksucker!" He grunted as his balls finally pressed
against my chin. I had been so busy wrestling with my emotions that I
hadn't realized he was almost fully inserted in my mouth. "I'm fucking your
throat now. Warm and tight just like your pretty wife's pussy, I bet." I
felt light headed as he would go balls-deep in my mouth and pause for a few
seconds before pulling all the way out. "Just like a well fucked cunt. Your
wife's well fucked cunt!"He punctuated this with another chocking
thrust. "You love this don't you? Being used for my pleasure. Your throat
just a willing recepticle for my enjoyment. The joy of submission to my
cock." I shivered as I listened to him. It was true. He was fucking my
mouth like some cheap sorority slut, and I loved it! I had always had some
submissive fantasies, but I never thought I'd be so comfortable servicing a
strangers cock.

"Imagine your wife screaming in lust as I stretch her cunt around this
thick cock!" I couldn't help it. I was already imagining it. "Of course
she'd have to get on her hands and knees and beg me for it." I could see it
in my head. Laura on her knees, curvy ass raised high. Two fingers jammed
inside her pussy as she begged Jeff to take her. It filled me with
humiliation, guilt and raw lust.

My mind was pulled back to the present as Jeff pulled out of my mouth. I
let out an involuntary whimper as his saliva and cum coated cock slid from
my mouth leaving slimy juices dribbling down my chin and cheeks. Without
warning he grabbed my shirt front and pulled me down onto my back. Jeff
quickly stradled my head, facing my feet. Without pausing he leaned forward
and slid his cock back into my mouth as if slipping back into a wet
pussy. He was now truly fucking my face. He held himself up and just used
his hips to fuck my mouth with short strokes.

"Suck on my cock with those pussy lips! Milk me good and I'll give you a
treat!" He was groaning and I could tell he was close. "That's it! That's
it! I knew what kind of person you were when we first met. I could see a
weakness there. Someone who needed a strong hand to lead them to where they
really wanted to go. To be just a cock sucking sissy!" He pulled out and
left his shiny cock just out of reach. "Just think of poor Laura, stuck
being poked by a little sissy-boy, when she really dreams of a man's cock
filling her with buckets of cum. My cum, smeared all over and dribbling out
of her stretched cunt as she shudders from an orgasm like she's never felt
before."

I tried to recapture his cock with my mouth but he kept it bobbing just out
of reach. "So tell me, how many pairs of panties to you have hidden away?!
Tell me the truth, you do have some don't you?"

I tried once more to catch his glistening shaft. I didn't want to answer. I
wanted desperately to swallow his cock and lose myself in pleasuring it.

"I asked you a question you little slut!" He barked.

"Yes, I . . . I have some panties."

A chuckle. "How many pairs and what kind?"

"Two pairs of . . . purple french cut panties." I mumbled. "I'm not a sissy
or a slut." I protested weakly.

"What would you call a man who willingly gives his mouth and throat for
another man's pleasure? Who gets turned on at the thought of his wife being
fucked by another man? Hmm? Sounds like a sissy-slut to me." As he said
this he rubbed the slippery head of his cock over my cheeks and chin. Never
quite letting me get it back in my mouth. "I bet when Laura's out of town
you dress in pantyhose, panties and jerk off dreaming of hard cocks, don't
you?"

"Sometimes." I said softly. How did he know all this about me? I had always
felt that this part of my life was kept closely guarded. I only played
occasionally, but I did like the feel of tight pantyhose hugging my thighs,
hips and ass. One pair of hose had the crotch cut out so my cock and balls
hung free and I could play with my asshole while I masterbated.

"That's a good girl. Accept your destiny." Jeff said and slid his meat back
into my mouth. He returned to stroking deep into my throat as he
spoke. "That wasn't so hard was it? I'm sure Laura has no idea about your
slutty, cocksucking desires, does she? Do you think she'd like to watch you
nursing on my cock?" I tried to answer that I didn't want her to know, but
couldn't manage more than a hum around his shaft. "She might finally
understand why you can't truly satisfy her."

He pulled all the way out then pushed it back between my lips. "Oh, yesss!"
He hissed, filling my mouth again. "Work those cunt-lips for me! Show me
how much you need my cock in your mouth." He began thrusting with more
urgency then suddenly his hips spasmed and he plunged inside me to the
hilt. "Oooh you hungry little slut! I'm gonna fill your sissy tummy with
hot cum! This is what you've always wanted. Swallow little cum-slut,
swallow it all!!" His pelvis was mashed against my face. Balls on my nose.

His hips and thighs trembled as he ground his crotch against my mouth and
began pumping warm semen directly into my stomach. After the first couple
spurts he abruptly pulled out and began using his hand to drain the rest of
his load all over my face. Some landed into my open mouth, but the rest
dribbled down my cheeks. I couldn't believe how turned on that made me. I
felt so dirty, so used . . . and so horny. I almost wished he could keep
cumming. I loved the feel of his stringy spunk splashing across my face.

"Oooh, yeah!" He groaned, still pumping his shaft. "You like it dirty,
don't you? Look at your little clitty, so hard and throbbing. You love
being covered in a man's cream, don't you?"

I felt myself nod. It was true and my cock (clitty?) was pulsing with each
heartbeat. I realized I was rotating my hips like I was a dog in heat. I
reached down to stroke it. I needed to cum so bad! But he grabbed my wrists
and pulled them over my head.

"No playing with your clitty! I want you just the way you are."

"Oh please let me cum." I whimpered. A part of my mind was appalled at what
I was saying. How could I have let myself get into this position. An hour
ago I was playing tennis with some guy I've never met. Now I'm on my back
in his apartment, pants around my ankles with his fresh cum drying on my
face. And I loved it! I was actually kind of glad that he wouldn't let me
cum! It meant this warm feeling of lust would continue. I felt so tingly;
so alive. I knew at that moment I would do just about anything he
asked. His flacid cock was hanging there, still wet from his cum and my
mouth. I hoped he'd make me suck it again.

"You will stay right there and not move." He ordered. "Is that clear?"

"Yes." I nodded. Then I flushed as I added, "Sir."

He smiled as he stood over me. "Very good, Erica." I felt an odd rush at
the name.

He was gone for a few minutes. When he returned he had some clothing in his
hands. He put the small bundle down and pulled out what looked like a
single knee-high stocking. He walked over and looped it around my cock and
balls, making a soft make-shift cock ring. My sagging shaft got hard
immediately as he snugged the stocking down. It seemed to intensify the
feelings of lust as it made my cock and balls jut out almost obcenely. I
found myself focusing on my clitty-cock as it throbbed within the silky
restraint. He produced some scissors and snipped the ends off so there was
just a skin colored ring tied around my equipment. It was barely even
visible.

"You will wear this every day. Now stand up and take off your pants."

I did as told, and stood there with just my t-shirt and socks." He tossed
me something from the clothing bundle. "Put those on. You will wear them
home tonight. You are not to take them off until you go to bed."

I looked at the black, sheer, nylon panties and shivered. My hands were
shaking as I pulled them up my legs and settled them on my hips. My cock
jutted out obscenely in front, but I couldn't help running my hands over my
hips and thighs and ass as I stared at the tight, shiny material. It was so
silky and smooth. I was caressing myself absently as I frowned at the light
hair on my legs.

I looked up into his face and saw a smirk. Then he tossed me a bottle. "Not
done yet, are you?" It was a bottle of hair remover. He pointed at his
bathroom. "You have 20 minutes. I don't want to see any hair below your
head, is that clear? Are you familiar with enemas?"

"Y-yes, sir." I answered meekly.

"There's single-use enema bottle under the sink Get going then, and I
expect you to be cleaned out, shaved and in only panties when you come
out. Don't forget to re-tie your clitty either."

"Yes, sir." I repeated as I headed for the bathroom.

I stepped out of the bathroom 17 minutes later. I couldn't stop myself from
running my hands over my now hairless body. I was already completely hard
again! He sat, leaning back in his chair, still nude, scrolling through
images on his computer.

Without looking up he motioned me to come over to him. "Come here Erica."
When I got up to him he continued. "On your knees." I followed his
instructions. He was scrolling through pictures of shemales trussed up and
having there asses or mouths filled by thick cocks. One that made me
tremble, was a pretty transgirl hanging in mid air, suspended from a sling
of some kind. She was spread eagled with her hard clit clearly visible
hanging down. Her ample breasts were also hanging seductively. Behind her a
well built black stud was shoving a very thick cock up her ass, while
another black man filled her mouth with a heafty piece of meat. It was such
a hot image.

"Bet you wish that was you in the sling?" Jeff said as his hand kneaded my
ass as I dropped to my knees beside his chair. "Here's another in the same
series." The next picture had a third man in the scene. He was on his knees
beneath the shemale with his arms tied behind him. He was valiantly trying
to swallow the shemale's respectably sized clit.

"You'd love to change places with the shemale wouldn't you? Answer me,
Erica."

I responded almost in a daze. "Yes, I would." Jeff's hand had slid down
inside my panties and between my cheeks. It felt nice with his fingers
sliding up and down my crack. Without concious thought I began to push back
into it. On screen the series of photos continued as the shemale was fucked
by both studs. Sometimes the third guy was sucking her and sometimes he was
nursing on her full breasts.

"I thought so. You are getting off on this aren't you? Being controlled and
used?" His fingers began to massage my asshole.

"Mmm-hmm." I whispered hoarsely. I was slipping back into a semi dazed
state of arousal. My hips continued to rock against his hand again.

He chuckled. "Do you want something little Erica?" He removed his hand for
a few seconds while my attention was riveted to the slideshow of shemale
sex on the screen. His hand slid back into my crack making me sigh. It felt
so good to feel his warm hand between my cheeks. Then I felt his hand
massage something wet and slippery up and down my crack.

"Answer me, slut! Do you want something?" His hand slid smoothly between my
cheeks, brushing roughly against my sensitive rosebud. I pushed back
against it, causing me to lean forward at the same time.

"Yesss."

"Speak up slut! What do you want?" His fingers were now massaging my hole
again.

Every time he called me 'slut' I felt a tingle of lust. "I . . . want
. . ." I pushed back, trying to swallow his finger inside my ass but he
pulled away. "Ooooh, stick it in!"

"Be specific!" He barked, losing patience.

"Put your fingers in me. In my ass. Please." The part of me that was still
fighting the lust was disgusted at the whimpering sound of my voice as much
as the actual words. But I couldn't help it. The teasing was driving me
nuts. Without warning he slid two fingers full up my ass.

"Ow . . . oooh . . . mmmmm." The quick jolt of pain disappeared almost
immediately, replaced by a pleasurable sensation. "Ah! Yesss . . . mmmm." I
mumbled and moaned, dropping down on my hands and knees, as he finger
fucked me.

"Does your pussy feel good, Erica?"

"Mmm . . . yes, sir." I didn't bat an eye at his continued use of the
feminine form of my name. It even seemed right that if I was to be 'Erica',
then pussy was the correct form of description for my hungry hole.

"Your pussy is so warm and tight. Do you like having your cunt stretched?"
He said as he continued to pump his fingers inside me.

"Yes." I was pushing back now. "More, please."

"More what? Be specific Erica." The more he commanded me the more horny I
became. What was happening to me?

"More . . . fingers. It feels good to be stretched and full." I felt shame
and lust in equal measures, but lust always won out.

He chuckled. "You are such a little slut, Erica! Don't worry, I have
something to help you scratch that itch." He pulled his fingers out of my
now loose orifice, making me groan at the loss. He then reached down under
the desk and moved a box that had been serving as a foot-rest. I gasped a
little at the surprise underneath. There suctioned to the linolium was a
very life-like, fleshy, 7inch dildo.

"I think that will stretch your hungry cunt for you. But I think you should
show it how much you appreciate what it's going to do for you. Don't you?
Go on, get your lover hard and wet."

It was like some weird, twisted dream. I was inside a fantasy world of my
own making. I could have stopped this any number of times, but didn't. The
truth was, I didn't want it to stop. At some level I was very much aware
that I was a man in panties being ordered around by another man. But I
pushed that knowledge back into another corner of my head. When all was
said and done, this is something I had always dreamed about. I wanted to be
Erica for this man. I wanted him to treat me as his slut. And . . .

"I want to suck on it. To show my gratitude." Almost trance-like, I crawled
to it. It was thick, veined and black. My mouth was already watering.

"You should be grateful, slut." He said putting a hand on my head and
guiding my mouth downward. My parted lips touched the head ready to let it
slip inside. "This is the cock that will take your virginity and break the
last of your male spirit."

"Yessss." I let out a low moan and he pushed my mouth down over the spongy
phalus. It slid into my mouth as Jeff's hand urged me downward. I began to
bob on the thick shaft as if it was a real cock. It was almost comforting
to feel it filling and stretching my mouth. I slurped and sucked for
several minutes. My eyes closed, imagining the hard cock of my master
getting harder so it could fuck me good. I was a little dissapointed when
Jeff pulled me away from it.

"It's nice and hard for you, now lube it up." He said squirting some lube
into my hand. I slid my hand over the shaft, coating it well with the
slippery gel. I jacked the cock almost lovingly. It almost felt real.

"Now turn around and squat over your lovers cock."

I did as instructed. Pulling my panties aside I lowered myself until I felt
the cool, blunt tip touch my lubed hole. It sent a shiver through me and
made me sigh. Jeff laughed then put a hand on each shoulder and began to
push me down. I gasped as the head suddenly popped inside me. There was a
pulse of pain, but an accompanying feeling of fullness.

Jeff slowed, but did not stop forcing my rubber lover deeper inside me. It
was such an indescribable sensation. I could feel each millimeter as it
slipped inside me. My eyes closed and my head fell back. All I could do was
moan and gasp as my new cunt was deflowered. I finally bottomed out, with 7
inches of rubber cock burried deep inside.

"Ohhh God . . . I'm soooo fulll!" I grunted as I squated there on the
floor.

"I think you can take a little more cock." Jeff said. My eyes flicked open
just as he thrust his fat cock into my half open mouth. "Now fuck your
lover and suck my cock slut!"

I responded by taking his cock deep in my mouth and begining to bounce on
the shaft in my cunt. It wasn't long before I was slamming myself full
length onto the rubber dildo while moaning around Jeff's delicious cock. I
loved pulling all the way off then dropping back down and feeling the fat
head pop back inside me. Each thrust rubbed my prostate and generated waves
of pleasure. It also bounced my own hard clitty, inching me closer to my
own orgasm.

I could hear myself whimpering louder and louder as my release
approached. "Oh yes. Oh yes! F-fuck, m-meee. Oh, yessssss. Fuck
me. Feeeeelssssssoooooggoooooddd." I moaned around his cock. He suddenly
pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood stroking it just out of reach.

"That's right, Erica. Fuck him! Make your lover cum!"

"Yessss, cummmm in me! Fill meeeee. Fuck me hard." I was completely lost in
it now. In my mind I was being brutally, and amazingly fucked by my
masterfull lover. I could almost feel his hands gripping my hips. Slamming
me back onto his cock. not for my pleasure but his. His only thought, to
unload his seed inside me.

"This is your dream, isn't it Erica?!"

"Yes!"

"You're body was made to fuck! You are only complete when filled with hard
cock!"

"Yessss! Fuck mee, fill me, stretch me, use me, cumm in mee!!!" I
babbled. I was so close to coming. At that moment I would have happily
fucked and sucked the entire local football team and begged to be drowned
in their cum. My whole world was my clitty and the cock in my ass.

"Are you ready to cum, slut?"

"I am soooo close and I haven't even touched my clitty yet!" Just the
thrill of it and the sensation of the shaft inside me had pushed me to the
edge of orgasm. I was thrusting and rotating my hips trying to increase the
friction on my prostate.

"Do not cum till I tell you to." He instructed. I tried to slow myself but
I was already approaching the point of no return.  "I'm trying to - I can't
help it! I'm gonna cummmm. Please let me cum!!"

He let me struggle for a few seconds. "Allright you worthless slut! You may
cum for me . . . now."

And I did. I slammed down on the rubber cock, plowing the head across my
prostate, and my clitty spasmed and started to pump out roapes of cum. "Oh,
oh . . . ahhhhhh cum-m-m-m-minnggg! OhGOD, YESSSSSSS!" My voice pitched up
high into a near shriek. I just sat there, the dildo burried inside me as
my cunt spasmed around it and my thighs trembled. I could feel each pulse
travel up my shaft and shoot out.

Suddenly I felt hot spurts of semen splatter against my face. My eyes
opened and watched as Jeff jacked his cock and flooded my face for the
second time today. I smiled and opened my mouth to accept a slut's due
reward.

-- The End . . . so far . . .

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