Sissy Fragment
“Oh, my fucking God!” I yelled. “Pound my fucking sissy butt with that big black cock!”
I couldn’t control myself anymore: I was done hiding my inner sissy. I stopped holding back everything that had stopped me from admitting my love of cock (black cock, specifically) in the past and just let myself go. I wanted to show how much I loved it. I pushed myself against his big delicious dick, relishing the feeling of him steadily filling up my butt. He sensed my enthusiasm and gave my butt a good spank. I yelped with joy, ready to fully express what I had always fantasized about and desperately wanted – wanted more than anything else. I wanted to show myself how perfect of a sissy I could be for real men – black men – like the one with his cock currently stuffed in my ass.
Much to my humiliating pleasure, my dick remained limp inside the chastity device that was click, click, clicking away as the locked bounced around, hitting the plastic as he fucked my ass and I eagerly pushed back against him with all my pent up sissy desire over the years.
Then, for a moment, I went outside myself and saw myself and my current situation from above for what it all was: I was dressed like a slutty woman: a black G-string down around my ankles, black stockings and a matching garter, sparkly black heels, a black sports bra with hot pink trim; wearing a transparent chastity device that showed my little dick which I had voluntarily - eagerly - locked myself in; my face down and my ass up with a big black guy pounding my butt like he owned it. And he did own it. He was owning me. At that moment, and forever after, I would always be his bitch. There would never be any way to erase or change what I was doing, what I was allowing him to do to me, and how abundantly clear it was that I loved it all. I was this guy’s little white sissy boy slut, and I absolutely loved it. It was all I had ever wanted. I embraced it wholeheartedly.
As he continued to fuck my ass, spank my smooth, fat white butt cheeks, and slap his balls against my taint, I realized and readily accepted that this was what I wanted to be forever: a good little white sissy boy slut for black guys. I knew I now wanted to be a sissy slut forever.
I could feel my butt warming up from the spanking. I loved his dick pounding my butt. I heard his balls slapping against that soft, smooth white spot between my balls and ass where there should have just been a pussy. Instead, I chose to emasculate myself, make myself completely effeminate for the pleasure of this black man and coincidentally realized that I loved it myself in the process.
The intoxication of the taboo of everything – the interracial sex, the gay sex, my crossdressing, being locked in chastity, unable to achieve an erection if I had wanted to, my willing submission to this black stranger after letting him into my house to see me in these slutty clothes and this chastity device with a big butt plug stuffed in between my smooth, fat butt cheeks held in place by a G-string and my willingness to be a slut – everything combined into this simultaneously arousing, humiliating, lustful, embarrassing, crazy mixture that made me feel the most intense arousal I have ever experienced.
Then it happened: He spanked my butt again, making it jiggle and leaving the warmth to spread over it. His big, long, thick black cock completely filled my butt now. His large balls kept slapping that soft, smooth soft spot between my balls and ass. And it was that – the slapping of his balls against my missing pussy spot – which sealed my acceptance as a white sissy slut for black cock. Pure pleasure and belief washed over me. It began where his dick ended in my ass and went up through my body, out to all my arms and legs, and sank deeply in my mind where it settled into my conscious, subconscious, and all that I was. It was his balls, knocking against my missing pussy as if to ask “Shouldn’t you just be a girl? You clearly want to be. But you aren’t. You made yourself the closest thing you could to being a girl because you want to be one. You made yourself a sissy.” That was what broke me.
I closed my eyes and took my first breath as a true sissy.
I couldn’t control myself anymore: I was done hiding my inner sissy. I stopped holding back everything that had stopped me from admitting my love of cock (black cock, specifically) in the past and just let myself go. I wanted to show how much I loved it. I pushed myself against his big delicious dick, relishing the feeling of him steadily filling up my butt. He sensed my enthusiasm and gave my butt a good spank. I yelped with joy, ready to fully express what I had always fantasized about and desperately wanted – wanted more than anything else. I wanted to show myself how perfect of a sissy I could be for real men – black men – like the one with his cock currently stuffed in my ass.
Much to my humiliating pleasure, my dick remained limp inside the chastity device that was click, click, clicking away as the locked bounced around, hitting the plastic as he fucked my ass and I eagerly pushed back against him with all my pent up sissy desire over the years.
Then, for a moment, I went outside myself and saw myself and my current situation from above for what it all was: I was dressed like a slutty woman: a black G-string down around my ankles, black stockings and a matching garter, sparkly black heels, a black sports bra with hot pink trim; wearing a transparent chastity device that showed my little dick which I had voluntarily - eagerly - locked myself in; my face down and my ass up with a big black guy pounding my butt like he owned it. And he did own it. He was owning me. At that moment, and forever after, I would always be his bitch. There would never be any way to erase or change what I was doing, what I was allowing him to do to me, and how abundantly clear it was that I loved it all. I was this guy’s little white sissy boy slut, and I absolutely loved it. It was all I had ever wanted. I embraced it wholeheartedly.
As he continued to fuck my ass, spank my smooth, fat white butt cheeks, and slap his balls against my taint, I realized and readily accepted that this was what I wanted to be forever: a good little white sissy boy slut for black guys. I knew I now wanted to be a sissy slut forever.
I could feel my butt warming up from the spanking. I loved his dick pounding my butt. I heard his balls slapping against that soft, smooth white spot between my balls and ass where there should have just been a pussy. Instead, I chose to emasculate myself, make myself completely effeminate for the pleasure of this black man and coincidentally realized that I loved it myself in the process.
The intoxication of the taboo of everything – the interracial sex, the gay sex, my crossdressing, being locked in chastity, unable to achieve an erection if I had wanted to, my willing submission to this black stranger after letting him into my house to see me in these slutty clothes and this chastity device with a big butt plug stuffed in between my smooth, fat butt cheeks held in place by a G-string and my willingness to be a slut – everything combined into this simultaneously arousing, humiliating, lustful, embarrassing, crazy mixture that made me feel the most intense arousal I have ever experienced.
Then it happened: He spanked my butt again, making it jiggle and leaving the warmth to spread over it. His big, long, thick black cock completely filled my butt now. His large balls kept slapping that soft, smooth soft spot between my balls and ass. And it was that – the slapping of his balls against my missing pussy spot – which sealed my acceptance as a white sissy slut for black cock. Pure pleasure and belief washed over me. It began where his dick ended in my ass and went up through my body, out to all my arms and legs, and sank deeply in my mind where it settled into my conscious, subconscious, and all that I was. It was his balls, knocking against my missing pussy as if to ask “Shouldn’t you just be a girl? You clearly want to be. But you aren’t. You made yourself the closest thing you could to being a girl because you want to be one. You made yourself a sissy.” That was what broke me.
I closed my eyes and took my first breath as a true sissy.
Πριν από 4 έτη
