The Sissy Whisper (The Hunter and the Game)
By Sissy Hunter
There were about five possibly six of us doing what most guys in their late teens do which was roaming the streets looking for action of any kind. We saw this sissy as she exited the bodega and she saw us as well. She smiled as she made her way down the street. We were all aware she was a sissy to be sure, yet one of the guys, said, “let’s follow him and so we did. As we ventured about a half a block away, we noticed she slowed down and allowed us to catch up. Although I was the youngest guy in the group, I’d already boned a few sissies in my travels and while my crew may or may not have realized it at the time, I was fully aware that we were under the attractive sex energy single of a hot sissy.
She wore her long dark wooly hair pulled to the back like a lion’s mane. A tight t-shirt that rose up just above her belly button, a pair of super-tight white base shorts with a pink and red rose pattern. Her body was thick, tight and athletic. Golden brown skin, full lips, slightly broad nose, oh yeah, and pair of pink flip flops. Of course, memories fade and replaced sometimes with fantasy, nevertheless, the bitch was hot and confident to literally flirt with a group of street hard teenagers. As I’ve said previously. I wasn’t a full-grown lion, yet but definitely not a cub and yet had enough experience to know this sissy’s goal. She was older than we were and no doubt very skilled in the art of finding a potential bull and lion within the herd and separating them from the roving pack and if she was really lucky she might even get several.
She came to a stop before a 5-story walk-up, where she turned and officially greeted us. After some small talk she asks.
“You guys get high, you smoke h**b?”
Magical words to a t**nager’s ears. Naturally, we agreed, although I must say, I’m a little perplexed at this point. I mean, I’m surrounded by guys older than me and that I look up to and yet, they didn’t see we were being lured, no seduced by sissy sex energy and no one dared to reject or even admit openly that it was happening. Yes, the lure of getting a free high was powerful, but there was so much more here subliminally. At any rate we ventured up to her apartment, she offered us drinks and passed around the trees. I’d had a few beers early and my bladder demanded a release. I asked to use the bathroom and she guided me there. as she ushered me inside, she placed her hand on my shoulder and said something like ‘Hurry back, okay”.
Her sex energy was powerful and although my mind easily fought off the urge, my treasonous dick just would not cooperate, and my host glanced up once she discovered it.
Now it was my full intension to go along with the pack, and that was to get some free high and get the fuck on our way. I can’t say confidently as I look back now that my next actions weren’t motivated by something on a deeper level, but after I smoked that joint, and had a few shots of booze, I was pretty wiped out. I dozed off periodically as the sissy entertained my friends. I vividly remembered when she offered for me to lay in her bed. Naturally, my crew had a good laugh at that. I dozed off again, but this time when I opened my eyes, I was alone on a sofa with the sissy sitting across from me with a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, her legs crossed, and her flip flops air-tapped as she stared over at me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…where are the guys?” I asked.
“They said you looked so peaceful that they didn’t want to disturb you. I offered to make sure you got home okay.” She smiled.
“That’s some dog ass shit.’ I growled angrily.
“You know guys, they make a lot of noise in the pack but they’re only putting on a macho show for the rest of the herd. Are you okay?
“Yeah, I’m cool, just a little tired that’s all,” I answered a little annoyed I’ve been placed in this situation by guys who I assumed was my friends.
“So, are you going to look for the guys that left you behind?” She asked leadingly.
She was right, but nevertheless, I knew I had to get out of there quick before this went any further.
I glanced at my wristwatch and declared. “It’s a little past 2 am, I should be getting home, it’s a long way back to my neighborhood.”
“If you like I can drive you home when you’re ready. My car’s parked right around the corner. So, if you like you can hang out for a while, watch some TV, and just chill. Honestly, I’m a little lonely so I could really use the company and no, I’m not trying to trick you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
I wanted to jump up from that chair and run out that apartment, in fact, I knew I should’ve got the hell out of there right then, but my stiff goddamn sissy seeking cock kept giving me away and of course, her eyes were glued to it as she suggested.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying this but, it looks like your friend down there could use some company too.”
My dick twitched and ached for attention so even if stood up at this point, and any claim that I wanted to leave would’ve only been viewed as an act of cognitive dissonance at this point. I glanced over and I recalled the discussion the guys had as they commented on the pictures about the room.
“Are you in show business?”
“Yes, but not as much as I’d like to be. I’ve played in a few off-Broadway shows, and I’ve also traveled about internationally.
I scanned the pictures and could see the sissy much earlier in life with short hair. Even then though the handsome headshots and pictures were taken after various performances wearing long wigs, and braided hair that extended down to her buttocks. Hot sexy outfits that seemed to bridge that gap between masculinity and femininity. I quickly and painfully realized that this only intensified my sexual arousal. My eyes darted down to her well-groomed toenails and soft pampered feet and my dicked ached for attention.
By now she knew she had me. I was like a lawnmower in her hand. All she needed to do now was pull the cord and start me up, but this was no ordinary sissy. Once again, she was highly skilled in the art of sexual energy toward someone like me. So she confidently got up from the chair and seductively shook her ass as she walked over to a trophy case, withdrew a picture and sashayed her way over to me, dropped down on one knee, placed the picture over my lap, and pointed to a man in the photo.
“This is Gerald Goodwill. He was kind of a mentor to me and a very special man. He was my manager for oh… for about five years or so. He gave me my start on stage, but he was so much more than that to me.”
One look at this guy and I knew he had, had her. I couldn’t say if he was the first to breed her, but he definitely was the man that turned her out. He looked about 6-foot 3-inches, broad shoulders, sturdy physique, handsome face with a broad pearly white smile. From his appearance in the photo and the tone of her voice, there was no doubt, he was the man that rocked her world and as I processed that thought, I felt a ripple of precum as it escaped my rock-hard sex tool and slid down against my leg.
She coughed lightly to regain my attention, then she softly cooed as she stated. “He got me on this tour. We were in London and I received two curtain calls, it was a fabulous night. Do you know what I like about Gerald…the man you see here,” she didn’t wait for a response as she continued. “He was a strong man, not just physically, but decisively, intellectually, and in many other ways. He was a man that knew what he wanted, and sometimes…he took what he wanted. He was a true alpha male bull.” She declared as she cooed softly.
“Men like him are the true kings of this world. They rule, they dominate, and take charge, and here’s the thing they are supremely gifted at. They do what they do, and they don’t give a rat’s ass if anyone finds out. Men like that are rare. Those boys you were with tonight were going along with the herd. One of them was a lot like me, and I bet he’s the one who made the suggestion to follow me. I won’t reveal who he is, I’ll let you guys figure it out one day. You’re special too. I could see it in your eyes the moment our eyes met. I sense a very strong dominant Black Lion inside you but the question now…is he strong and dominant enough to capture his prey.”
My head spun like a top, my heart raced frantically, and my cock was practically mounting a prison revolt to escape the fabric incarceration.
I felt her pointed, well-manicured fingernails and hand as they slowly massaged my thigh. “We both know what we desire, so whether you stay or go, won’t change how you feel, what you really feel, so why don’t you just lean back and let me show you the way. I can sense you’re not totally new to this, so just…let go.”
I never answered as I simply took her advice and leaned back.
Her hands slowly slid up my legs, then back down over and over again. She took my hand and slowly slid it into her mouth. She sucked each finger with the attentive affection usually shown to a dick. She slid my hand across her cheek, as she slyly slid her other hand up and pressed against the bulge in my pants.
“Oh…hmmm, that feels so fuckin good.” I whined.
“You deserve to feel good. Men like you deserve to be worshiped. That’s why I’m here to serve men like you.” She cooed softly as she skillfully unzipped my pants, belt buckle, finagled her way inside, and withdrew a precum slimy wet, and extremely hard cock.
Her grip was powerful as it was attentive. She stroked it slowly. There was a look of lust and deep hunger in the eye as she pulled back the foreskin.
“God yes, it’s so beautiful.” With that said, she stretched her mouth open, then slow but deliberately swallowed my cock.
My toes curled; my hands clenched the leather sofa cushion. Suddenly she climbed to her feet, replaced the photo on the case, then snatched up the bottle of booze, poured a glass full of the fiery beverage, handed it to me, then fired up a j@int, took a few puffs, then handed it to me.
The air was filled with electric sexuality energy as I sipped my drink, puffed the joint, and watched with wide eyes as this gifted sissy, sucked my cock with the expertise of a snake charmer. Her lips smooched about the cylindrical edges of my Nubian spear. She flicked and traced her tongue along the thick coarse center vein of my big tool. She ventured down and sucked my nutsack while she jerked at the base of my cock and gently tapped about my perineum and scrotum. She slid completely down, lifted my legs, and smooched about my anal entrance which brought a harsh return to reality.
“Nah, that shit’s not happening.” I barked and brought my legs down.
“Having your hole licked doesn’t mean you’re any less of a man baby, but that’s okay if you’re not ready.” She stated then went right back at my cock. I was just about ready to bust my first nut when she stated.
“Why don’t you get comfortable so I can show you how much I adore you, Daddy.”
“Oh, shit,” I thought, this bitch just called me daddy. My pride was clearly evident as my chest expanded and I’ve never felt so masculine up till that point in my life. I was speechless, almost helpless as I simply allowed her to undress me.
Once I was naked, she cradled my foot in her soft hands and exclaimed. “This is how a sissy treats a man like you. If any sissy isn’t willing to do this to and for you, they are not worthy of you.”
The freak bitch sucked my toes and kissed my feet and gassed my head so full, I could’ve floated beyond the earth’s atmosphere.
Then she licked and retraced her way up my legs, cradled my nutsack in one hand, held my cock upright with the other, stretched her mouth open and swallowed me down to the cock-hairs, and when she stretched out her tongue and slid it about the base of my dick, that was all she wrote. I thrust my hips up and heaved a monster load of cum down her hungry throat which she promptly swallowed down to her belly and not a drop spilled to the floor.
“Hmmm…mmm…so delicious, I love the taste of you daddy. Are you ready to claim your prize?” She continued to suck and lick the crown of my cock to ensure she got every drop of my sperm, then she casually climbed up, straddled my legs, and sat in my lap and faced me. My cock never came close to flaccid. She cradled my face, tilted my head back, and kissed me sweetly as she declared. “You are too sexy. I can tell, you’re a true black lion. I think “May I call you…Simba the Black Lion…if that’s alright with you?”
Before I could answer her mouth and lips covered my own. We kissed for some time. My hands freely roamed about her body as she pumped and rotated her ass about my brick hard flesh weapon.
“You ready to claim this ass now Simba, or do you want me to take you home.”
I could tell by the way she spoke; it was a direct challenge. It was not enough for me to be this passive recipient of her affections. She desired a dominant aggressive lion who took what he wanted and didn’t give a damn what anyone thought.
“You ready to surrender this ass to me?” I fired back as I pinched her ass cheek.
“Oh yes Simba, it’s already yours.” She firmly took my hand and led me out of the living room. I can’t say definitively whether it was alcohol or the herb, but as I followed this sissy I felt a surge as masculine rage. Just as she reached the threshold of her bedroom, I snatched her from behind and pulled her against my chest. I didn’t have a lot of muscle back then, but what I had didn’t have I made up with raw furious passion, lust, desire, and a powerful youthful, sexual hunger that drove me as I grinned tightly against her sweet fat bubble ass.
“Ooossss…that’s right Simba, take what’s yours. I won’t resist you…shit I can’t resist you.”
“I slowly grinded into her as she made her way over to the king-size bed. She tactfully stated. “You want to use my lube cream, or would you prefer to lube me up the old fashion way?”
I stopped as I contemplated her suggestion, and I guess she sensed it and then added. You can make me wet and lube me up with your tongue.”
“Nah, that’s too nasty.”
She seemed to take an offense to that statement and quickly fired back. I douche myself daily. Any self-respecting sissy should always have her ass pussy cleaned and ready for her daddy, whether she has one or not.”
My big black dick twitched and flexed tightly with every goddamn word out this bitch’s mouth. I reasoned it was the d**gs and alcohol that lowered my resistance as I bent her torsos over the bed, dropped to one knee, spread her ass cheeks, and went at her pussy with a lust I never knew was within me.
She managed to squirm away from me, went across the room opened a dresser drawer, and withdrew a small bottle of white powder. I’d never tried it before, but I knew what that amber-colored bottle contained. She dipped her long fingernail inside, raised it to her nose, and sniffed. Then wet her finger, poured a small pile of powder on it, then inserted inside her booty. My cock bounced rapidly as I lost myself in the moment. She dumped a smaller portion onto her fingernail placed it beneath my nose and stated. “Just take a sniff.”
I honored her request sniffed the powder into my nose, as she lowered her face down into the bed, and poked her as out to me.
“Get my ass ready for all that hard dick daddy…ssss…I wanna…ssss…I want you to force every inch inside me.”
That was like throwing gasoline on a fire. I devoured her tight anal sphincter like a hungry wolf until she pranced and hopped about on her tip-toes as she begged.
“Please Simba, fuck me…breed me, fuck me like a wild bitch.
Her knees buckled a bit as she screamed loudly, as my large dark pinkish-brown crown pierced her juice center. I could tell how tight she was, that she hadn’t been screwed for some time. I couldn’t help but wonder what happened to her and her manager. I gripped her hips firmly as I slowly stretched the walls of her ass-pussy open. We fucked to a beautiful rhythmic pace as her ass-cunt surrendered to my dark invasion. She groaned deeply each time I tapped her very bottom of her love canal, nevertheless, she slyly cheered, pushed, and in fact urged me to high levels of sexual aggression.
“That’s right daddy fuck me like a b**st…fuck me like a lion. Don’t be gentle like a cub, use my ass, take charge…shit sssss…take over.”
Message received, and I immediately went into b**st-mode for the first time. I snatched her back as I slammed forward and slapped her ass vigorously. I could literally feel her sweet ass pussy lips as they gripped and pulled about my cock. I growled and grunted with every thrust.
After a while I increased my assault on her love chamber and soon, she collapsed down on the bed. I drilled her sissy pussy open, I fell down on top of her and pounded her across the width of the bed. She cried and bit down into the comforter, but all that shit did was intensify my lustful desire to slay this nasty whorish faggot. The warmth of her golden-brown skin had me on fire as I Christened her sweet girly pussy with a thick, coat of white baby batter.
My body shivered as I attempted to regain my composure, but my lust continued to overwhelm me. She quickly positioned herself between my legs and made a hot meal out of my cock. She slobbered, and slimed it with her warm salvia, then she looked up into my eyes and spoke with unbridled passion as she pleaded.
“Come on Simba, make me your bitch.” She lay her back and placed a pillow beneath her lower back, then spread her legs wide open.
I took one look at the pretty brownish wrinkled hole and a chilly wave of hot lust and passion jolted my body and cock. I climbed in between her legs, raised them high, and allowed her hands to guide me inside her hungry empty hole that welcomed my dark hard black invader.
I fucked her savagely, almost ruthlessly. I saw tears fall from her eyes and mixed with my hot sweat that dripped profusely from my chest and forehead. Thankfully she slowed me down long enough to use the sheets and comforter to wipe the sweat from my body. Then she pushed me up long enough to suck away the excess slim on my cock, then reinserted into her hollow hole.
“That’s right daddy…kill that ass Simba…kill that hole Daddy...rule that sh…shit…oooh daddy, you’re making me…cum…oooosss, sssh…shit!” She cried as her large clitty spit-fired her love juice about my six-pack abdominals.
I thought she was finished but the intense orgasm only fueled her desire for me not to just fuck her but to dominate, crush, kill, conquer, and destroy her love center. She slapped my ass as she snapped. “Come on Simba let go, take your frustration out on me, cripple me with all that dick…do it Simba…Sim…Simba…take over, fuck me like you own me!” She demanded and that set off a wave of passion that took me to an almost out-of-body experience. I slapped her face repeatedly as I stabbed my black Nubian spear into her violently, then choke-fucked her like an enraged savage.
“OOOHSH…SHIT…SHIT SIMBA, MY KING…MY GODDAMN CHAMPION…YOU’RE MAK…YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN!” She screamed and once again I felt the warm liquid splash about my stomach, followed by her ass-pussy that squeezed, pulled, and twisted about my cock until…
I intensified my grip on her throat, as I pumped furious into her. I gritted my teeth, as I slowly drilled down and shortened the distance between each violently hard thrust. By the time I slammed down for the last time, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my body became one large hard muscle as I splattered my baby-making juice inside her hungry hole and I bit down into her warm sweat covered shoulder. My body shook for at least 3 minutes after I deposited my sperm inside her. As for this cock hungry slut, she wrapped her legs and arms around me as she showered and kissed me as she babbled continuously. “Thank you, Simba…thank you for using my body, and giving me your baby-making batter my champion…my Ebony King.”
I fucked her five additional times between that night and the next morning and I didn’t go home until 12 pm the next day after she made me breakfast. The next day my entire body and cock were so sore I slept throughout the rest of the day. This went on for several months until after our last encounter she informed me that the only reason she left the overseas tour was that her mother had become gravely ill. She left the tour and came home to be with her until her death which was nearly a year ago from the date, she informed me. She told me that there was an opportunity to rejoin the tour, I had no doubt that our little sexcapade was at an end. She took my hand, carefully and compassionately explained that she enjoyed my conquest of her, this man Gerald was her alpha king of her body and heart. Until he rejected her, she belonged to him. She then went further and elucidated that she had released the lion within me to go on and conquer sissies like her whenever they crossed my path and if she were younger or me older she would surely have surrendered her heart to me, but in her heart, she desired an older more mature man.
It was hard to deal with at first, although I felt a bit relieved knowing I no longer had to lie about my late-night disappearance from my crew.
I never saw her again, now whenever I look back, I realize her part in that chapter of my life. How she played a pivotal part in my life. Through those months I spent around and inside her, and the honest moments of pillow-talk groomed me to become the man I am today. Many of the sexual pleasures, delights, and adventures I experienced particularly with sissies were inspired by my time with her. She taught me not only how to conquer and dominate a sissy bitch, but also to whisper and communicate with them, as well as draw them in and their turn their asses out.
By far the greatest lesson I learned from this Queen Sissy, was the simple fact that although an alpha bull, lion, or stallion can truly dominate a sissy, only a sissy can crown them as a…
Bitchmaker
There were about five possibly six of us doing what most guys in their late teens do which was roaming the streets looking for action of any kind. We saw this sissy as she exited the bodega and she saw us as well. She smiled as she made her way down the street. We were all aware she was a sissy to be sure, yet one of the guys, said, “let’s follow him and so we did. As we ventured about a half a block away, we noticed she slowed down and allowed us to catch up. Although I was the youngest guy in the group, I’d already boned a few sissies in my travels and while my crew may or may not have realized it at the time, I was fully aware that we were under the attractive sex energy single of a hot sissy.
She wore her long dark wooly hair pulled to the back like a lion’s mane. A tight t-shirt that rose up just above her belly button, a pair of super-tight white base shorts with a pink and red rose pattern. Her body was thick, tight and athletic. Golden brown skin, full lips, slightly broad nose, oh yeah, and pair of pink flip flops. Of course, memories fade and replaced sometimes with fantasy, nevertheless, the bitch was hot and confident to literally flirt with a group of street hard teenagers. As I’ve said previously. I wasn’t a full-grown lion, yet but definitely not a cub and yet had enough experience to know this sissy’s goal. She was older than we were and no doubt very skilled in the art of finding a potential bull and lion within the herd and separating them from the roving pack and if she was really lucky she might even get several.
She came to a stop before a 5-story walk-up, where she turned and officially greeted us. After some small talk she asks.
“You guys get high, you smoke h**b?”
Magical words to a t**nager’s ears. Naturally, we agreed, although I must say, I’m a little perplexed at this point. I mean, I’m surrounded by guys older than me and that I look up to and yet, they didn’t see we were being lured, no seduced by sissy sex energy and no one dared to reject or even admit openly that it was happening. Yes, the lure of getting a free high was powerful, but there was so much more here subliminally. At any rate we ventured up to her apartment, she offered us drinks and passed around the trees. I’d had a few beers early and my bladder demanded a release. I asked to use the bathroom and she guided me there. as she ushered me inside, she placed her hand on my shoulder and said something like ‘Hurry back, okay”.
Her sex energy was powerful and although my mind easily fought off the urge, my treasonous dick just would not cooperate, and my host glanced up once she discovered it.
Now it was my full intension to go along with the pack, and that was to get some free high and get the fuck on our way. I can’t say confidently as I look back now that my next actions weren’t motivated by something on a deeper level, but after I smoked that joint, and had a few shots of booze, I was pretty wiped out. I dozed off periodically as the sissy entertained my friends. I vividly remembered when she offered for me to lay in her bed. Naturally, my crew had a good laugh at that. I dozed off again, but this time when I opened my eyes, I was alone on a sofa with the sissy sitting across from me with a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, her legs crossed, and her flip flops air-tapped as she stared over at me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…where are the guys?” I asked.
“They said you looked so peaceful that they didn’t want to disturb you. I offered to make sure you got home okay.” She smiled.
“That’s some dog ass shit.’ I growled angrily.
“You know guys, they make a lot of noise in the pack but they’re only putting on a macho show for the rest of the herd. Are you okay?
“Yeah, I’m cool, just a little tired that’s all,” I answered a little annoyed I’ve been placed in this situation by guys who I assumed was my friends.
“So, are you going to look for the guys that left you behind?” She asked leadingly.
She was right, but nevertheless, I knew I had to get out of there quick before this went any further.
I glanced at my wristwatch and declared. “It’s a little past 2 am, I should be getting home, it’s a long way back to my neighborhood.”
“If you like I can drive you home when you’re ready. My car’s parked right around the corner. So, if you like you can hang out for a while, watch some TV, and just chill. Honestly, I’m a little lonely so I could really use the company and no, I’m not trying to trick you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
I wanted to jump up from that chair and run out that apartment, in fact, I knew I should’ve got the hell out of there right then, but my stiff goddamn sissy seeking cock kept giving me away and of course, her eyes were glued to it as she suggested.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying this but, it looks like your friend down there could use some company too.”
My dick twitched and ached for attention so even if stood up at this point, and any claim that I wanted to leave would’ve only been viewed as an act of cognitive dissonance at this point. I glanced over and I recalled the discussion the guys had as they commented on the pictures about the room.
“Are you in show business?”
“Yes, but not as much as I’d like to be. I’ve played in a few off-Broadway shows, and I’ve also traveled about internationally.
I scanned the pictures and could see the sissy much earlier in life with short hair. Even then though the handsome headshots and pictures were taken after various performances wearing long wigs, and braided hair that extended down to her buttocks. Hot sexy outfits that seemed to bridge that gap between masculinity and femininity. I quickly and painfully realized that this only intensified my sexual arousal. My eyes darted down to her well-groomed toenails and soft pampered feet and my dicked ached for attention.
By now she knew she had me. I was like a lawnmower in her hand. All she needed to do now was pull the cord and start me up, but this was no ordinary sissy. Once again, she was highly skilled in the art of sexual energy toward someone like me. So she confidently got up from the chair and seductively shook her ass as she walked over to a trophy case, withdrew a picture and sashayed her way over to me, dropped down on one knee, placed the picture over my lap, and pointed to a man in the photo.
“This is Gerald Goodwill. He was kind of a mentor to me and a very special man. He was my manager for oh… for about five years or so. He gave me my start on stage, but he was so much more than that to me.”
One look at this guy and I knew he had, had her. I couldn’t say if he was the first to breed her, but he definitely was the man that turned her out. He looked about 6-foot 3-inches, broad shoulders, sturdy physique, handsome face with a broad pearly white smile. From his appearance in the photo and the tone of her voice, there was no doubt, he was the man that rocked her world and as I processed that thought, I felt a ripple of precum as it escaped my rock-hard sex tool and slid down against my leg.
She coughed lightly to regain my attention, then she softly cooed as she stated. “He got me on this tour. We were in London and I received two curtain calls, it was a fabulous night. Do you know what I like about Gerald…the man you see here,” she didn’t wait for a response as she continued. “He was a strong man, not just physically, but decisively, intellectually, and in many other ways. He was a man that knew what he wanted, and sometimes…he took what he wanted. He was a true alpha male bull.” She declared as she cooed softly.
“Men like him are the true kings of this world. They rule, they dominate, and take charge, and here’s the thing they are supremely gifted at. They do what they do, and they don’t give a rat’s ass if anyone finds out. Men like that are rare. Those boys you were with tonight were going along with the herd. One of them was a lot like me, and I bet he’s the one who made the suggestion to follow me. I won’t reveal who he is, I’ll let you guys figure it out one day. You’re special too. I could see it in your eyes the moment our eyes met. I sense a very strong dominant Black Lion inside you but the question now…is he strong and dominant enough to capture his prey.”
My head spun like a top, my heart raced frantically, and my cock was practically mounting a prison revolt to escape the fabric incarceration.
I felt her pointed, well-manicured fingernails and hand as they slowly massaged my thigh. “We both know what we desire, so whether you stay or go, won’t change how you feel, what you really feel, so why don’t you just lean back and let me show you the way. I can sense you’re not totally new to this, so just…let go.”
I never answered as I simply took her advice and leaned back.
Her hands slowly slid up my legs, then back down over and over again. She took my hand and slowly slid it into her mouth. She sucked each finger with the attentive affection usually shown to a dick. She slid my hand across her cheek, as she slyly slid her other hand up and pressed against the bulge in my pants.
“Oh…hmmm, that feels so fuckin good.” I whined.
“You deserve to feel good. Men like you deserve to be worshiped. That’s why I’m here to serve men like you.” She cooed softly as she skillfully unzipped my pants, belt buckle, finagled her way inside, and withdrew a precum slimy wet, and extremely hard cock.
Her grip was powerful as it was attentive. She stroked it slowly. There was a look of lust and deep hunger in the eye as she pulled back the foreskin.
“God yes, it’s so beautiful.” With that said, she stretched her mouth open, then slow but deliberately swallowed my cock.
My toes curled; my hands clenched the leather sofa cushion. Suddenly she climbed to her feet, replaced the photo on the case, then snatched up the bottle of booze, poured a glass full of the fiery beverage, handed it to me, then fired up a j@int, took a few puffs, then handed it to me.
The air was filled with electric sexuality energy as I sipped my drink, puffed the joint, and watched with wide eyes as this gifted sissy, sucked my cock with the expertise of a snake charmer. Her lips smooched about the cylindrical edges of my Nubian spear. She flicked and traced her tongue along the thick coarse center vein of my big tool. She ventured down and sucked my nutsack while she jerked at the base of my cock and gently tapped about my perineum and scrotum. She slid completely down, lifted my legs, and smooched about my anal entrance which brought a harsh return to reality.
“Nah, that shit’s not happening.” I barked and brought my legs down.
“Having your hole licked doesn’t mean you’re any less of a man baby, but that’s okay if you’re not ready.” She stated then went right back at my cock. I was just about ready to bust my first nut when she stated.
“Why don’t you get comfortable so I can show you how much I adore you, Daddy.”
“Oh, shit,” I thought, this bitch just called me daddy. My pride was clearly evident as my chest expanded and I’ve never felt so masculine up till that point in my life. I was speechless, almost helpless as I simply allowed her to undress me.
Once I was naked, she cradled my foot in her soft hands and exclaimed. “This is how a sissy treats a man like you. If any sissy isn’t willing to do this to and for you, they are not worthy of you.”
The freak bitch sucked my toes and kissed my feet and gassed my head so full, I could’ve floated beyond the earth’s atmosphere.
Then she licked and retraced her way up my legs, cradled my nutsack in one hand, held my cock upright with the other, stretched her mouth open and swallowed me down to the cock-hairs, and when she stretched out her tongue and slid it about the base of my dick, that was all she wrote. I thrust my hips up and heaved a monster load of cum down her hungry throat which she promptly swallowed down to her belly and not a drop spilled to the floor.
“Hmmm…mmm…so delicious, I love the taste of you daddy. Are you ready to claim your prize?” She continued to suck and lick the crown of my cock to ensure she got every drop of my sperm, then she casually climbed up, straddled my legs, and sat in my lap and faced me. My cock never came close to flaccid. She cradled my face, tilted my head back, and kissed me sweetly as she declared. “You are too sexy. I can tell, you’re a true black lion. I think “May I call you…Simba the Black Lion…if that’s alright with you?”
Before I could answer her mouth and lips covered my own. We kissed for some time. My hands freely roamed about her body as she pumped and rotated her ass about my brick hard flesh weapon.
“You ready to claim this ass now Simba, or do you want me to take you home.”
I could tell by the way she spoke; it was a direct challenge. It was not enough for me to be this passive recipient of her affections. She desired a dominant aggressive lion who took what he wanted and didn’t give a damn what anyone thought.
“You ready to surrender this ass to me?” I fired back as I pinched her ass cheek.
“Oh yes Simba, it’s already yours.” She firmly took my hand and led me out of the living room. I can’t say definitively whether it was alcohol or the herb, but as I followed this sissy I felt a surge as masculine rage. Just as she reached the threshold of her bedroom, I snatched her from behind and pulled her against my chest. I didn’t have a lot of muscle back then, but what I had didn’t have I made up with raw furious passion, lust, desire, and a powerful youthful, sexual hunger that drove me as I grinned tightly against her sweet fat bubble ass.
“Ooossss…that’s right Simba, take what’s yours. I won’t resist you…shit I can’t resist you.”
“I slowly grinded into her as she made her way over to the king-size bed. She tactfully stated. “You want to use my lube cream, or would you prefer to lube me up the old fashion way?”
I stopped as I contemplated her suggestion, and I guess she sensed it and then added. You can make me wet and lube me up with your tongue.”
“Nah, that’s too nasty.”
She seemed to take an offense to that statement and quickly fired back. I douche myself daily. Any self-respecting sissy should always have her ass pussy cleaned and ready for her daddy, whether she has one or not.”
My big black dick twitched and flexed tightly with every goddamn word out this bitch’s mouth. I reasoned it was the d**gs and alcohol that lowered my resistance as I bent her torsos over the bed, dropped to one knee, spread her ass cheeks, and went at her pussy with a lust I never knew was within me.
She managed to squirm away from me, went across the room opened a dresser drawer, and withdrew a small bottle of white powder. I’d never tried it before, but I knew what that amber-colored bottle contained. She dipped her long fingernail inside, raised it to her nose, and sniffed. Then wet her finger, poured a small pile of powder on it, then inserted inside her booty. My cock bounced rapidly as I lost myself in the moment. She dumped a smaller portion onto her fingernail placed it beneath my nose and stated. “Just take a sniff.”
I honored her request sniffed the powder into my nose, as she lowered her face down into the bed, and poked her as out to me.
“Get my ass ready for all that hard dick daddy…ssss…I wanna…ssss…I want you to force every inch inside me.”
That was like throwing gasoline on a fire. I devoured her tight anal sphincter like a hungry wolf until she pranced and hopped about on her tip-toes as she begged.
“Please Simba, fuck me…breed me, fuck me like a wild bitch.
Her knees buckled a bit as she screamed loudly, as my large dark pinkish-brown crown pierced her juice center. I could tell how tight she was, that she hadn’t been screwed for some time. I couldn’t help but wonder what happened to her and her manager. I gripped her hips firmly as I slowly stretched the walls of her ass-pussy open. We fucked to a beautiful rhythmic pace as her ass-cunt surrendered to my dark invasion. She groaned deeply each time I tapped her very bottom of her love canal, nevertheless, she slyly cheered, pushed, and in fact urged me to high levels of sexual aggression.
“That’s right daddy fuck me like a b**st…fuck me like a lion. Don’t be gentle like a cub, use my ass, take charge…shit sssss…take over.”
Message received, and I immediately went into b**st-mode for the first time. I snatched her back as I slammed forward and slapped her ass vigorously. I could literally feel her sweet ass pussy lips as they gripped and pulled about my cock. I growled and grunted with every thrust.
After a while I increased my assault on her love chamber and soon, she collapsed down on the bed. I drilled her sissy pussy open, I fell down on top of her and pounded her across the width of the bed. She cried and bit down into the comforter, but all that shit did was intensify my lustful desire to slay this nasty whorish faggot. The warmth of her golden-brown skin had me on fire as I Christened her sweet girly pussy with a thick, coat of white baby batter.
My body shivered as I attempted to regain my composure, but my lust continued to overwhelm me. She quickly positioned herself between my legs and made a hot meal out of my cock. She slobbered, and slimed it with her warm salvia, then she looked up into my eyes and spoke with unbridled passion as she pleaded.
“Come on Simba, make me your bitch.” She lay her back and placed a pillow beneath her lower back, then spread her legs wide open.
I took one look at the pretty brownish wrinkled hole and a chilly wave of hot lust and passion jolted my body and cock. I climbed in between her legs, raised them high, and allowed her hands to guide me inside her hungry empty hole that welcomed my dark hard black invader.
I fucked her savagely, almost ruthlessly. I saw tears fall from her eyes and mixed with my hot sweat that dripped profusely from my chest and forehead. Thankfully she slowed me down long enough to use the sheets and comforter to wipe the sweat from my body. Then she pushed me up long enough to suck away the excess slim on my cock, then reinserted into her hollow hole.
“That’s right daddy…kill that ass Simba…kill that hole Daddy...rule that sh…shit…oooh daddy, you’re making me…cum…oooosss, sssh…shit!” She cried as her large clitty spit-fired her love juice about my six-pack abdominals.
I thought she was finished but the intense orgasm only fueled her desire for me not to just fuck her but to dominate, crush, kill, conquer, and destroy her love center. She slapped my ass as she snapped. “Come on Simba let go, take your frustration out on me, cripple me with all that dick…do it Simba…Sim…Simba…take over, fuck me like you own me!” She demanded and that set off a wave of passion that took me to an almost out-of-body experience. I slapped her face repeatedly as I stabbed my black Nubian spear into her violently, then choke-fucked her like an enraged savage.
“OOOHSH…SHIT…SHIT SIMBA, MY KING…MY GODDAMN CHAMPION…YOU’RE MAK…YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN!” She screamed and once again I felt the warm liquid splash about my stomach, followed by her ass-pussy that squeezed, pulled, and twisted about my cock until…
I intensified my grip on her throat, as I pumped furious into her. I gritted my teeth, as I slowly drilled down and shortened the distance between each violently hard thrust. By the time I slammed down for the last time, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my body became one large hard muscle as I splattered my baby-making juice inside her hungry hole and I bit down into her warm sweat covered shoulder. My body shook for at least 3 minutes after I deposited my sperm inside her. As for this cock hungry slut, she wrapped her legs and arms around me as she showered and kissed me as she babbled continuously. “Thank you, Simba…thank you for using my body, and giving me your baby-making batter my champion…my Ebony King.”
I fucked her five additional times between that night and the next morning and I didn’t go home until 12 pm the next day after she made me breakfast. The next day my entire body and cock were so sore I slept throughout the rest of the day. This went on for several months until after our last encounter she informed me that the only reason she left the overseas tour was that her mother had become gravely ill. She left the tour and came home to be with her until her death which was nearly a year ago from the date, she informed me. She told me that there was an opportunity to rejoin the tour, I had no doubt that our little sexcapade was at an end. She took my hand, carefully and compassionately explained that she enjoyed my conquest of her, this man Gerald was her alpha king of her body and heart. Until he rejected her, she belonged to him. She then went further and elucidated that she had released the lion within me to go on and conquer sissies like her whenever they crossed my path and if she were younger or me older she would surely have surrendered her heart to me, but in her heart, she desired an older more mature man.
It was hard to deal with at first, although I felt a bit relieved knowing I no longer had to lie about my late-night disappearance from my crew.
I never saw her again, now whenever I look back, I realize her part in that chapter of my life. How she played a pivotal part in my life. Through those months I spent around and inside her, and the honest moments of pillow-talk groomed me to become the man I am today. Many of the sexual pleasures, delights, and adventures I experienced particularly with sissies were inspired by my time with her. She taught me not only how to conquer and dominate a sissy bitch, but also to whisper and communicate with them, as well as draw them in and their turn their asses out.
By far the greatest lesson I learned from this Queen Sissy, was the simple fact that although an alpha bull, lion, or stallion can truly dominate a sissy, only a sissy can crown them as a…
Bitchmaker
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