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Hello! This story is a continuation. This part involves group sex, cuckolding, and submission.
In the whole story, there is chastity, bisexuality, straight-to-sissy themes, feminization, cum eating, cuckoldry, BDSM, hypnosis, and more!
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Clara continued and said she still needed to get a couple things in order.
We left and sat at a high top outside of a coffee shop, and I accepted my frozen raspberry latte while kicking my dangling feet in the air.
Men would stare at us as they passed, tracing our bodies with hungry eyes. It made my tummy feel weird and sent a tingle to my cage.
I played with my straw, wondered what their cum was like.
I slid forward and back in my chair, feeling my slick, soaked panties rub against my smooth legs.
Clara was on her phone, texting constantly, and sometimes taking a call. She was never on the phone long, mostly just confirming timing.
I was having a hard time getting my head out of the clouds as I drank my coffee and looked at boys, but she kept on mentioning 6 p.m., which I thought was funny since that was also the time of our date.
Oh well. Clara was really smart, so she probably knew what she was doing.
After my coffee, I started to chew another piece of my gum, happy to give my mouth something to do.
When we got back to Clara’s apartment, it was still a few hours before our date. She brought me down into the living room, and she had me help her set up a table. It was maybe three feet high and cushioned at the top, and had lots of ropes and straps and rings around the edges.
I wondered what it was for.
It was almost like something behind my eyes was being tickled, so I squinched up my nose and shook my head.
After that, Clara took me upstairs and had me clean my asshole and shower, plugging myself again afterwards.
I had to redo my wig and makeup, but Clara helped me. She picked out a super light pink lingerie set for me too that was so cute.
As I got ready, I heard people knocking on the door and ringing the doorbell. It seemed like a lot, but I was having trouble counting them.
Music started to play from the living room. I wondered what Clara and I were going to do on our date. Maybe we would go get dinner or something?
Clara made sure to do my makeup and hair until it was to her satisfaction, and after she finished, she excused herself momentarily. She left the bedroom and went downstairs.
I stared into my own eyes through the mirror, thoughts bubbling up and then sinking back down before being fully formed.
I don’t know how long I sat there, but eventually Clara knocked and came back into the room.
She squatted down in front of me. Her makeup was flawless, and dark glitter eyeshadow made her eyelids sparkle.
“Jessi, baby,” Clara said. “I want you to stay still, but I want you to wake up.”
No sooner had these words left Clara’s mouth then I felt all of the pink fog in inside my brain disperse. The lack of clarity and fuzziness that had been all around me fell away.
I became shockingly aware that I was wearing a dress and make up, and I realized how out of place that was. She had been doing something to me…
She had me brainwashed almost completely.
I tried to speak and ask her what the fuck was going on. I couldn’t move my jaw. I couldn’t move any part of me, as a matter of fact. I tried with all of my might to lift a single finger, but it felt like my body was made of concrete. “I know you’re in there and you can hear me,” Clara said.
I moved my eyes around her face, watching her full black lips shape the words.
“I think you know by now that all of those little audio and video files I’ve been having you listen to weren’t just for ‘sensitivity,’ and that your bubblegum has a couple extra ingredients,” she said, holding my hand.
I tried to speak again, but still found that I was paralyzed.
“I know you can’t move right now, and that might be kind of scary,” Clara sighed. “This isn’t scary for me, though. You’re the third simp I’ve done this for.”
A frog raised in my throat. She had done this to others? Was I just a new entry into her list?
“But I just I didn’t want to keep the others after everything was said and done,” she said. “They were better off with different owners. You’re different, though. You’ve taken to this so well and so quickly, and I actually like spending time with you.”
My heart warmed, but I still couldn’t move. I wanted to cry out.
“I want to keep you,” she said, “but it’s your choice.”
A choice? I wasn’t sure I remembered how it felt to have one of those.
“So I want you to remember all of the pleasure you felt so far.” Clara raised her hand again and snapped.
Suddenly, the past week flashed before my eyes. I could remember the first taste of the hot and sticky load from Clara’s ass, and I remembered how she had made me pleasure her in front of passing strangers. I remembered the flavor of Cameron’s cum-soaked dick as he fucked my throat and the feeling of fucking my ass with the girthy, veiny dildo. I even remembered Clara spitting cum into my underwear just that afternoon. All of those sensations and experiences along with the blissful time in between rushed over me, threatening to overwhelm.
I still couldn’t move, but I watched my body shift imperceptibly in response to these memories being forced through my brain.
“I’m not doing anything right now but reminding you how good you’ve already felt,” Clara said. “I’m not manipulating anything else. I’m just making you remember.”
My breath was taken away. Now that it was laid bare, I realized that this week had been the most electric of my life. I had been sleepwalking for years, and for the first time, I felt what life could be.
“Have you always felt like this, Jessi?”
I knew I hadn’t. I remembered the thick layer of glass that had broken and fallen away when I saw Clara. I remembered how food had less flavor and how the sun shone less brightly before I had met her.
“So I’m going to give you a choice,” Clara said, pronouncing each word slowly and clearly. “Either I can break this little trance that you’re in, take off that wig and make up, and we can go on a straightforward date with no cage. If that’s the choice you want to make, nothing will happen between us, and tonight will be the last time you see me. I’ll tell all those nice boys downstairs to wait for me, and I’ll entertain them alone once we’re done.”
I felt my heart sink at every word she spoke. Imagining her gone from my life sent chills down my spine.
I had been happier and more alive that last week than I had been my entire life.
“Or,” she said, “I can give you one more little piece of bubblegum, and we can go downstairs. The entirety of our date will take place in that living room with all of the guests I’ve invited. You will be my toy and my doll to use and pass out as I please, and you will have so much fun. All of these feelings you’ve had over the past week will never go away, and you will continue to be mine. Forever. You won’t need school or a job. I’ll keep taking care of you for the rest of your life.”
I still couldn’t move.
“This is the one choice I won’t make for you,” Clara said. “You can speak.” She snapped again.
I could move. I knew I could. She had loosened whatever grip she had over me. Still, I stared at her, unable to force the words out of my mouth. I paused for what seemed like minutes before I looked at her. “I—I think I’m ready for another piece of gum.
Clara smiled.
The music grew louder as Clara led me down the stairs, and I felt my sweaty palm in hers.
She squeezed my fingers encouragingly.
I heard the sound of men chattering, but as Clara led me in, a thick silence fell over them. I had imagined that a few people would be here, but I didn’t imagine this. Around a dozen men stood, already completely naked except for their underwear. Some were holding beers, and others solo cups. There were men of multiple heights, ethnicities, and builds, but every last one of them stared at me and Clara hungrily.
The lights were low, and candles were lit, casting long shadows.
I still wore my dress, long socks, collar, lingerie, and corset, but I felt more naked than they were.
Making eye contact with one of the men, a spark of recognition flashed through my brain. Cameron was there, and as I made eye contact, he winked at me.
I remembered the feeling of his cock between my lips and shuddered. Today… he was there for more than my lips. I timidly smiled back at him and raised a hand, waving with just my fingers.
One of the men, a tall black guy with locks, was the first to reach down and lower his boxer briefs, never taking his eyes from my still-clothed body.
His cock flopped out. It was thick and uncircumcised, surrounded by short-cropped hair.
The other men, Cameron included, followed suit, taking off their underwear and tossing it to the side. They all were huge, with the shortest being 8 inches long.
As I inspected the penis of each man, looking at how some curved to the left or right and how the veins on each one created a unique texture, I realized that my mouth was watering, and my ass was aching.
My body wanted to be filled.
For so long, I had told myself I was doing all these things only for Clara, but was that true?
The men picked me apart, devouring me with their eyes. I wanted to cover myself. My collar, my dress, my face, anything that they could put their eyes on, I wanted to hide away.
But again, I felt my brain growing fuzzy as they stared. It was like every single one of them was inflating the bubblegum bubble around me With their breath, causing it to warm and grow. I wanted to feel their breath. I wanted this.
I knew this feeling. Now it was a comforting presence, and I let the pink fog surround my thoughts.
Then I felt Clara’s hand again. This time she had placed it on my back, and she was shepherding me forward.
I smelled the various colognes of the men as Clara and I approached. They were musky, spicy, and masculine.
The men, all taller than me, looked down, some smiling, and others biting their lips. I jumped as one of them smacked my ass through my dress. I spun around. It was a blond man with a powerlifter body and a beard, his dick standing erect and hairy.
I hardly had time to look at him before I felt a strong, callous hand on my hip From another side. I turned around again, and I saw the man with locs holding his uncircumcised cock in one hand and my waist in the other, towering above me by at least a foot.
Then I felt the third hand, and the fourth. Multiple of the men had stepped closer and were feeling me up, caressing, and groping me. They fondled my chest, ass, and neck. One of the hands even trailed up to my cage and squeezed it through my clothes. I squeaked.
My vision became a blur of bodies as I was crowded and turned, losing my bearings and becoming unable to connect each hand to its owner.
They all had distinctly different goals, with one lifting up my dress and digging between my ass cheeks to press against my plug and another grabbing my wrist so with such strength that I felt like he could have snapped me. I lost track of who had their hands on me and where, caught in the maelstrom of bodies.
Some of the hands were smooth and soft, and others were rough, but all of them grabbed me like I was nothing more than a sex doll for them to pass around.
Which… I was. I realized this as the fingers continued to explore my body. Clara had been shaping me since I had met her, feeding me that fucked up bubblegum and pumping hypnotic energy into me. I was built by her specifically for this. I tried to stop mentally struggling.
Somewhere inside… I could feel… I could feel that I wanted this.
I was fated to be a sissy cocksleeve.
As I was battered and bounced around, I would bump up against the men, feeling their hard cocks, poke me in the back or arm.
My cock tried to get hard, once again failing, but now I was glad for the cage. I had to stop focusing on my dick and start focusing on others. Clara had taught me that.
I let that bliss wash over me as men reached past the hems of my dress to pinch my nipples and grip my asscheeks.
What was Clara doing now? I tried to look over to her. I could barely see anything past the wide shoulders around me, but when I did see her, I saw flashes of hands and engulfing her body as well.
When I finally saw her face, she was tilting her head back and closing her eyes, enjoying the experience.
She disappeared from my view as a man brought his face to mine. I jumped, not expecting another man’s lips, but he grabbed my neck and pulled me tighter towards him, kissing me forcefully. I never kissed another man before, and as soon as I parted my lips, he shoved his tongue as deep as he could down my throat, pressing his rough stubble against my face. I tried to push away from him, but it was as if my arms had lost all of their strength, and he continued to explore the deepest parts of my mouth with his long, slimy tongue.
I groaned in protest, but I felt myself started to suck his spit into my mouth.
I accidentally swallowed my gum as I drank from his tongue, and the pink sugary candy slid down my throat.
Another man grabbed my hips, and with the help of every other hand that was exploring and feeling my body, he lifted me off the ground so that my toes were dangling. I started to kick, but soon more hands grabbed my ankles and thighs, suspending me helplessly. I even felt men pull off my heels and start to rub their cocks, warm and sweaty, over my socks.
God, I was less than a sex object. It was like Clara had said: I was a toy.
The man who was kissing me pulled back, and I saw his full face for the first time. He was fair-skinned with a strong jaw and a hooked Roman nose. He looked statuesque. The group of men continued to trail their hands over my body, grabbing and pulling on me as I looked up at the first man I had kissed.
He stared back at me, and drawing his head back for a moment, he spit on my face, and I felt his hot saliva splatter on my cheek, rolling down and cooling.
I gasped in surprise, and the man stepped away, being replaced by the dark-skinned man with locks. He moved his hand to my throat, pressing his fingers into either side of my neck and moving forward, kissing me as well. His lips were softer, but he was just as ruthless with his tongue.
I moaned as the second man assaulted my mouth.
I had sucked cock before, but this felt so much more intimate—so invasive.
The oxygen drained from my brain, and the pinkish cloud thickened. As I was choked, I became significantly more aware of the rest of my body, manipulated and moved by people I couldn’t see. My hands were both moved downward, and as I felt them brush against my fingers, I grabbed a dick in each hand. They were substantial, and as I started to move my hands to the heads of each, I could feel a drop of precum at both of their tips.
The man with locks let go of my neck and pulled back, biting my lower lip as he did. I gasped and coughed as my lungs convulsed for air. The corset I was wearing made it hard to take the deep, heaving breaths I usually would.
The men, already having lifted me, moved me forward, even closer to the table, throwing me on top. The waterproof cushions were smooth against my hands, but as soon as I had put them down to support myself, men who had circled around to the opposite side of the table grabbed my wrists and started moving me again. This time, they were taking off my dress.
I was surprised at the table’s stability. Through all of this, it barely moved an inch. It stayed still while I was thrown around.
As the men on the opposite side held my wrists stable, others behind me lifted up my dress violently, yanking it up to my waist and tearing some of the fabric as they did.
I yelped, not wanting them to ruin my new clothes.
They didn’t care what I wanted though, and the dress started to loosen as seams ripped across its entire surface.
In only a few short movements, the men tore my dress away completely, leaving me with my hands and knees on the table, dressed in heels, high socks, and light pink lingerie. I still wore my white collar and cage as well, and its ring clinked as I tried to push myself up again.
One of the men in front of me with wavy hair and light brown skin, reached for it, and he hooked a finger through the O-ring.
First, I looked at his dick, and then I looked at his eyes.
His cock was much longer than most of the men’s, reaching maybe 10 or 11 inches. it was less thick, and one big vein ran along the top side of its shaft. He was smooth-shaved and circumcised, and his head was widely flared.
As I looked at it, I found myself thinking about how would taste and feel on my tongue, and I wondered if he was going to be the one to let me taste his cock first.
When I looked in his eyes, I saw the disgust clear on his face. He was half sneering, and he looked down his nose at me.
I widened my eyes. I had the sense that I was nothing to him but a hole, a place for him to discard his extra semen. Both of us knew that I was inferior to him, and as he pulled me by the collar toward his cock, I held eye contact with him, somehow entranced by his distaste for me.
I had to lie on my stomach to get to the level of his crotch. His package looked even larger up close, and suddenly I wasn’t sure if I could take it. It was so long.
I opened my mouth to speak, and he immediately shoved his dick in, plunging into my airway and causing me to gag.
He drew back only a couple of inches before once again forcing himself into my throat, pushing another inch into me. My eyesight grew blurry as tears welled up and start to spill out.
I thought Cameron had fucked my throat when I cleaned off his cock last, but this man who carried so much vitriol for me showed me what a truly relentless blowjob could be, repeatedly and savagely pushing deeper and deeper.
The men were all around us, grabbing me. Some had their phones out and were taking pictures and video. I felt a flash of shame before it was chased away with more pink.
My throat started to relax as the wavy-haired man kept using me, and I gagged less and less as he reshaped my throat around his cock.
My dress had been torn away, and the delicate lingerie that hid my cage and buttplug from prying eyes was next. Someone dug their fingers into the waistband and yanked down, exposing the most embarrassing parts of my shame. My dick fought to grow in my cage, aroused beyond measure, but it held, keeping my cock inert and impotent.
I squirmed and choked, fighting for air, but the man kept his long cock lodged deep inside of me, and seemingly infinite hands held me in place. The two men with their dicks in my hands held my wrists fast, keeping them in one spot as they began to move
One of the hands that had been groping and slapping my ass started fiddling with the flared base of my plug, and as he stirred it around, I could feel the unforgiving metal grind into my prostate.
My cage tingled.
In the back of my mind, I became dully aware that I was feeling something glide across my palms. The two cocks I had grabbed earlier were pumping forward and backwards, using my delicate hands with their painted fingernails and masturbating with them. At some point they had added lubrication, and I heard the signature rhythmic squelching coming from either side.
I tightened my grip, giving them even more stimulation even as I fought to breathe.
The man who was fucking my face sped up, grunting. He sank as deep as he could, and I saw pink mist rise in my vision as his balls tightened against my chin. He started to cum with his cockhead pushed far past my uvula, bypassing any gag reflex and dumping his load directly into my stomach. Even still, I kept my lips wrapped around my teeth to protect his precious dick from harm.
His warm jizz splashed into my throat, and I could feel it trickle down through my chest, hot and thick. Dopamine flooded over me.
Something had snapped in my brain, and I didn’t care anymore.
The fingers fiddling with my buttplug began to slowly ease it out of me, gently massaging the muscles around my asshole to encourage me to loosen up. The man who had been using my mouth pulled out, and it felt like his dick went on forever as he unsheathed it from my esophagus.
However, I knew that coughing would mean tensing my muscles and potentially undoing the progress that the man playing with my ass had made. I used every fiber of my willpower to not catch air in my throat as I sucked in oxygen.
The dicks in my hand slowed down, and they removed themselves from my grasp. I opened and closed my fingers, and I realized I was silently asking for more. Instead, I felt new hands on my wrists, forcefully moving me to put my arms on the corners of the table. I did so, unsure of what was going to happen next. Then I heard clinking as plush, lined cuffs were fixed around each of my wrists. They were chaining me to the table.
I felt my heart rise into my throat. I was already giving in fully and not even thinking about resisting anymore. Why were they tying me down? What was going to happen?
Why was I so turned on?
I had never been put into bondage before besides the cage that Clara had given me, but now that pleasure and the experience of being controlled had been intertwined so tightly in my mind, just the thought of being unable to move or resist filled me with delight.
Just as the second cuff was latched, the man taking the plug from my anus eased it out of me.
I let out a high-pitched groan, suddenly feeling incomplete as my asshole was emptied. I felt my hips move on their own, swaying seductively.
Oh, fuck. Was I wiggling my ass for these men?
My useless cock bounced between my thighs, the cage letting out a faint rattle each time it hit my legs.
I was presenting to this group of strangers like a bitch in heat, begging for cock.
The men were more than willing to accommodate me, and undoing a hinge at the middle of the table near my waist, they lowered half of the table to push and let my feet hang down and touch the ground. I took the opportunity to raise my butt even more and arch my back, letting them see my smooth butt and gaping asshole.
Most of the group had stepped back to admire me and take a quick drink or two.
As they did, I looked over and saw Clara on the couch, riding the cock of a black man with a beard and a buzz cut, grinding his cock deep into her. Her eye makeup was smeared, and her cheeks were flush. Her clothing was completely off, and the light bounced from her pierced nipples as I watched. The spiral tattoo on her chest danced as she moved forward and back. Her lips were parted in a moan that I could never give her.
I wanted her to be there for this moment, but she looked like she was already enjoying herself, and who was I to take that away?
I looked over my shoulder to see who would first take the opportunity and fuck me. Many of the men looked like they were going to step forward, but the quickest on the draw was Cameron. He looked beautiful in that moment, dim light reflecting from his dark body hair.
“Please…” I moaned, wiggling my hips again.
Cameron approached me and put a hand on my waist. I trembled against his touch. His dick, the first one I had ever tasted, was going to be the first one in my virgin ass. The dildos I used the other night would be nothing compared to feeling a real life cock slipping into me, spilling its seed into my ass.
He lined himself up with me, letting his dick rest between my cheeks and holding my hips tight.
After gripping me fast and showing me the full extent of his strength, he let one hand find its way up my back and to my neck, wrapping his fingers around my throat from behind just as he had done to Clara only days ago. He brought my face up and started to choke me. That’s when I saw her.
Cameron had lifted my face not only to take control of my breathing, but also to show me the goddess in front of me. Clara, seeing that I was about to be deflowered, had dismounted the bearded man on the couch and was approaching me. The bearded man followed. As he walked, I saw his cock swing back-and-forth, still shining with Clara’s wetness.
This wasn’t just any dick. This dick was the one that Clara had taken a mold from and gifted me a dildo of. The plastic monster that I had used to ravage myself for the first time was now in front of me, a god in the flesh.
I salivated, darting my eyes between Clara and this mystery man’s cock.
Clara reached me, and she squatted down, meeting me at eye-level.
“Baby, you know I wouldn’t miss this moment,” she said. She sounded earnest.
I nodded, my head still held by Cameron. Clara was so wonderful to me.
“So I’m going to give you a treat,” she said, smiling. Her dark tattooed shoulders and chest shone in the low candlelight.
I nodded again, my muscles feeling like jelly at the thought of a treat from her.
“I just got fucked by this man, sissy,” she said matter-of-factly and still out of breath, “and I’ll give you a choice. Do you want to eat my freshly-fucked cunt while Cameron fucks you, or do you want to suck on a big yummy dick?” As she said these final words, she shifted into a half baby voice, and gave me a knowing smile.
Clara was my world. I would give up anything for her. However, both she and I were well aware of what my answer would be. She had turned me into this.
Cameron let go of my neck, and air returned to my brain. I gasped. “Dick,” I whispered breathlessly.
“Louder, baby,” she said. “Say it so everyone can hear what you really want.”
I realized that the entire room was nearly silent. Someone had even turned down the music. My cheeks were red, and I looked at the cock again. Was I sure about this? I parted my glossy lips again. “I want dick,” I said, saying it loud enough that everyone in the room could hear.
I heard snickers all behind me as I laid bare my sluttiness for all to see.
“Good girl,” Clara said, raising a hand to stroke my cheek, “but you shouldn’t be telling me. You should be telling him.”
Clara looked over to the massive cock that hung at the level of our lips.
I looked at the familiar cock, veiny and perfect, and I raised my eyes to look at the man it belonged to.
His gaze was surprisingly gentle, and he smiled down at me with straight white teeth.
“Can I suck your cock, sir?” I asked in my most feminine voice.
The man just nodded, taking one more step forward. I could smell him, the combination of his and Clara’s pheromones decaying my brain with every inhale. I could smell a trace scent of sweat, and I suddenly got the urge to clean his whole body with my tongue.
For now, I would stick with what I knew. I opened my mouth, offering my open throat to him. He inched forward, letting his head rest on my lower lip.
I stretched forward, trying to take more.
He laughed slightly. He was teasing me. After several seconds of this, he pushed, filling my mouth with his dick.
God, every man’s precum and cum tasted so different. I closed my eyes and savored his, rolling it around on my tongue and feeling Clara’s hand on my cheek. I slurped loudly on the new cock.
In the meantime, Cameron had been applying lube, and I felt the spongy, slick surface of his lubricated head against my asshole.
I sharply inhaled as he broke past the entrance of my ass. It hurt, but it faded quickly. Clara continued to caress my face and comfort me.
My eyes fluttered, and Clara looked down at me from the man’s shoulder. She was smiling, a proud look on her face.
In a week, she had me wearing makeup, a chastity cage, and lingerie, getting ready to be spitroasted by two hung men. I was her project, and I was a success.
The group who had been standing to the side for this interaction stepped forward, some jerking off and others approaching, manhandling my exposed skin.
Cameron held my hips tight as he continued to apply pressure, driving his fat cock into my ass slowly but surely. It was a bizarre feeling, having only put plastic, metal, and glass to myself before. His dick was so warm, and I swore I could feel blood rushing just under its surface as yeah, drove further and further in. I could feel his cock pulse as he shifted forward to back, and I became incredibly aware of how much he was stretching me out.
I was glad for how much lubricant Cameron had applied. The initial pain only lasted for a while, and soon my body molded itself around his dick.
As he stretched my no longer virgin anus, I did my best to bob up and down on the cock sliding across my tongue. it was so much more veiny than the other ones I had tasted, so much so that it tickled my lips as he continued.
After pumping in and out of my mouth in 30 second spurts, he would pull his dick out and slap it across my cheek, leaving thick strands of pre-cum that he would then smack with his cock again, slathering them across my face.
With how much preejaculate he was producing and how I could feel his balls churn the few times they brushed against my chin, I knew that whatever he had in store for me was going to be thick and plentiful. I wanted him to breed my throat and fill me until I was overflowing.
Cameron sped up as I slobbered over the cock in my mouth, and he would smack my ass sometimes, making me tense up and squeeze down on his dick.
Other men used and fucked my trapped hands, and the rest of the group trailed their hands down my body, slipping their fingers under my lingerie.
That was when I first felt something building inside of me. Cameron was angling his cock downwards, thrusting against my prostate again and again. Each time he brought himself down, I could feel as his balls slapped against me, heavy and full.
He was well-groomed, but as I felt his body hair brush against my smooth ass, I felt so girlish and feminine.
Cameron fucked the last of my masculinity away as I bounced back on his dick.
The pressure inside of me was Immense, and I could feel my balls tightening and cage starting to leak.
Oh, God. Cameron was using me like a sex doll, and I was going to cum from it. Even if I wanted it all to stop, it would be too late now. I was locked, tied down, and stuffed from both ends. I had been completely corrupted and had no chance for redemption.
I heard my high-pitched moans escape between thrusts, my body starting to lose control. The man fucking my face, whoever he was, pulled out of my mouth.
I heard his voice as if I was in a dream. “Open,” he said.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and stuck out my tongue, realizing what was going to happen.
He tensed and held his dick head just outside of my lips, firing the first rope of semen into my mouth, and I felt it flow out of him and into me, splashing against the roof of my mouth. His hand moved slightly for the second shot of cum, and it his second rope landed across my nose and cheek, thick and clinging to where it landed.
The taste was strong and manly, and I stuck out my tongue even farther, hoping to catch more.
He got the message, and put his dick back into my mouth, shooting rope after rope into me.
I drank it down like I was lost in a desert, sucking down his sticky cum. It seemed like it flowed forever, and the pressure inside of me grew even more as I swallowed it down.
I started my short, high-pitched moans again as the last of his cum was deposited into my throat.
Finally, the pressure became too much.
Looking up, and I saw Clara. She stood next to the man in my throat. She was leaned over slightly, and another man was behind her, holding her arms and fucking her. Her tits and hair bounced as she was fucked. She stared down at me, a moan of pleasure on her parted lips.
I never could have done that for her.
However, I didn’t have to be. She looked at me, and she mouthed the word “cum.”
When I felt the first dribble of semen push out of me, I hardly felt anything. The constant pressure and arousal only built as I felt it land, warm and watery, on my sock.
Then a tsunami of pink crashed over me, and for the first time in a week, I came.
My breath was ripped from my body as the power of my first anal orgasm tore through me. Even though I had been jerking off for years, this kind of full body, racking pleasure was completely foreign, and my already soft and pliable brain melted, my very being completely torn asunder.
I think I screamed as Cameron fucked the cum out of me, and it was then that I felt the first stream of his load.
The feeling of being fucked was very similar to the feeling of having a dildo inside of me, even if I preferred the real thing ten times over.
However, nothing compared to the feeling of a man breeding my ass for the first time. Besides the actual feeling of being filled with another man seed, the experience of having him tense up in convulse while filling my asshole was otherworldly.
It was that experience that pushed me past the edge a second time, and I totally lost control of my body, going fully limp as even more of my useless cum squirted onto the floor, running down my legs and staining my socks in the process.
Cameron stayed inside of me for a bit, and I felt his dick grow soft inside of my ass.
He gave me one last hard smack on the ass, causing me to yelp before he pulled out of me.
The other men didn’t let up, touching me and violating my body.
My strength came back as Clara kneeled down in front of me again, this time with a bottle of water that she brought up to my lips. At first, I didn’t want to drink it, not wanting to wash away the taste of another man from my lips.
However, even I had to admit when I was parched. I took the water gratefully, and I looked at Clara.
“That was so hot, baby,” she said. Her eyes looked at me as if I was something precious to her. My heart filled, and I continue to hang on every word she said. “There are just a couple more guys, okay?”
I looked over my shoulder, and I saw that a line had formed behind me, and when I looked up in front of me, I saw another was forming behind Clara.
I weakly pushed myself up by my toes, and I opened my mouth wide, ready to take two more dicks.
I was a sissy slut now, and I was the happiest that I had ever been.
Clara smiled as two more men stepped forward and started to fill me. “You are such a good girl, Jessi,” she said.
I looked up at her with a mouth and ass full of dick, and I tried to say “thank you.”
It came out as nothing more than choked moans, but Clara just smiled down at me.
“You’re welcome,” she said.
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One year later…
I fixed my makeup and looked in the mirror.
My shoulder-length, bleached-blonde hair shone in the light. Only now, it wasn’t a wig. For the past year, Clara had been encouraging me to grow it out, paying for professional coloring and styling. My cheeks were rosy and rouged, my practiced hand applying it evenly and professionally.
I was so pretty, and it blew my mind to think that it had only been a year since I had met Clara. I had started HRT, had legally changed my name, and had dropped out of classes. A different person entirely stared back at me from the vanity. She was a happier person.
There was a knock at the door, and I turned to watch Clara walk in. She wore a long black dress that was cut low, showing her spiral tattoo on her chest. She was chewing a piece of gum.
“You about ready, baby girl?” She asked, smiling.
She was even more beautiful than the day I had met her.
A joyful feeling rose in my chest, and without realizing, I felt my eyes start to well up with tears.
Oh, fuck. I was going to ruin my makeup. I tilted my head upward, begging gravity hold them in.
“Jess,” Clara said, taking a few steps toward me. “You don’t have to cry.”
I just nodded, but I still felt a tear fall as I smiled. “Happy anniversary,” I said.
She leaned down, kissing me as I tried to hold myself together, ruining her black lipstick and my pink lipgloss alike. Neither of us cared. She tasted like sugar.
I felt the pink fog grow thicker as Clara slipped her tongue over mine, passing her piece of fresh bubblegum into my mouth.
I was hers, forever.
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