I'm not a man. I'm just a sissy cum slut
"Please, oh please, please fuck me, Heather," I answered. "Please fuck me. I want to feel that dildo inside me. I want to feel you fuck. I want to be a good submissive. I want to be obedient and pleasing."
"You'd rather be fucked like this, than ever fuck again?" she asked.
"Yes, Heather, yes. I want to be fucked. I want to give pleasure. I want to serve."
I felt her close, lifting up the back of my skirt, pulling down my panties.
"Look at you. You gave away your own fucking balls, just because he wanted them. You're not a man anymore. You're not a woman either. Women are strong and driven, but you're just an obedient and compliant little whore."
"Yes, I'm not a man. I'm just a whore. I'm just obedient and compliant and a submissive pleasure slut."
"You've changed your body to become as pretty as you can be, to try to please these men. You've even gotten big slutty bimbo tits, so they won't ever really look you in the face ever again, unless it's to see how their cocks fit in your mouth. This is what you are now. This is what you want to be?"
I could feel my body hungering for her use, even as I felt the power and truth of her words.
"Yes, yes it is," I moaned. "I wish that I had been able to know before, so that I could have told you somehow, but this is what I want. I want to be owned. I want to be this fucktoy. I want to be this pet and this slut and slave. I want to be owned as a sexual object. I want to be property. I want to be his. I want... I want to be fucked like this, Heather, please."
I felt a bit of cool lubricant on the tip of the dildo, as she brought the tip to my puckered ass and started to push. I was thankful for the hours that I had spent plugged, stretching me somewhat, but it soon became clear that the dildo she had chosen was significantly larger than what I had been filled with before. She just kept pushing, and it just kept on stretching me wide to have to take it.
There must have been enough resistance to cause some pressure against her, as I heard her start to make sounds of her own pleasure. She wasn't just pushing anymore, but she was rocking her hips, side to side, and grinding with an uneven rhythm. It felt like the dildo strapped to her hips was filling up the entire inside of me. It ached, and the throbbing only increased as Heather gave herself over to the experience and to her own sensations, causing her to increase her speed and her pressure, throwing herself into fucking me with wild abandon.
"Oh fuck yes," she moaned. "You know fucking you like this feels better than getting fucked by you maybe ever did. Keep begging me for it, you slut!"
"Please, oh god please fuck me," I gasped, feeling how much harder it was to speak. "Please fuck me. Please fill me up. Oh god, please use me for pleasure... I need to be used like this, please!"
"You're such a filthy whore," she gasped.
I felt weak from the use, and from the emotional release. My arms felt weak and I dropped down onto my elbows, which only made my ass seem even more completely offered up to her.
"Come in here, both of you," Heather called out.
James and Daddy must not have been far away, since they appeared almost instantly.
"I want you both to stroke while I fuck this slut. I want to see cum sprayed all over her while she takes this cock from me," Heather barked.
I could see them both, taking up positions on either side of me, Daddy standing beside the bed and James getting right up on it, on his knees, so that he was close to me. In the corners of my eyes I could see their cocks in their hands, both jerking in time with Heather's merciless thrusts.
I could feel the sensation of ache and fullness taking over my mind. The awareness of Heather's physical pleasure and emotional satisfaction radiated through all of us, but perhaps especially me. I was getting to please her, and I was making some sort of penance for all my failures, all while pleasing Daddy and perhaps even James, and all those others who would watch the recording in time. I tried to keep begging for use, but I was too weak to form words. I just made panting, pleasing, gasping sounds, but they seemed to be enough.
It was James who came first, spraying his load against the side of my face and neck, getting it in my hair and on my dress. Heather's orgasm started next, driven by the grinding pleasure against her pussy and the emotional release she was experiencing. It seemed to hit her in waves, again and again, lasting so long that Daddy's eruption of cum against the other side of my face, started and ended before she was finished.
My mind was melted and overwhelmed. I felt a pure high of pleasure, perhaps the closest thing I'd felt to an orgasm in a long time, and I knew my soft little clit had been leaking the whole time.
"Come lick us clean, Amber," I heard Daddy say through the fog in my mind.
I realized, as I started to move to obey, that Heather had pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and gaping wide open.
As both of them had spurted most of their loads onto me, there was not a lot to clean up, but I made sure to give them both, Daddy and then James, the full attention of my lips and tongue.
"Good girl, Amber," Daddy said.
His words filled my heart with pride, even if he had only meant to praise this moment of cleaning.
"Heather and James, it's late," Daddy said, "so you are welcome to simply sleep here, in this bedroom. I know your room is just a few floors away, but staying here means not having to dress or bother with anything else, and there will be fresh coffee in the morning, along with anything else you need."
"Thank you," Heather answered, "That's kind of you."
Turning to see her speak, I saw her for the first time since she had put on the harness. The dildo was still affixed to it and, seeing it dangling there, I was aghast that I'd been able to take its monstrous length and girth inside me. I was nervous about meeting her gaze, but there was almost a soft smile there.
"You'd rather be fucked like this, than ever fuck again?" she asked.
"Yes, Heather, yes. I want to be fucked. I want to give pleasure. I want to serve."
I felt her close, lifting up the back of my skirt, pulling down my panties.
"Look at you. You gave away your own fucking balls, just because he wanted them. You're not a man anymore. You're not a woman either. Women are strong and driven, but you're just an obedient and compliant little whore."
"Yes, I'm not a man. I'm just a whore. I'm just obedient and compliant and a submissive pleasure slut."
"You've changed your body to become as pretty as you can be, to try to please these men. You've even gotten big slutty bimbo tits, so they won't ever really look you in the face ever again, unless it's to see how their cocks fit in your mouth. This is what you are now. This is what you want to be?"
I could feel my body hungering for her use, even as I felt the power and truth of her words.
"Yes, yes it is," I moaned. "I wish that I had been able to know before, so that I could have told you somehow, but this is what I want. I want to be owned. I want to be this fucktoy. I want to be this pet and this slut and slave. I want to be owned as a sexual object. I want to be property. I want to be his. I want... I want to be fucked like this, Heather, please."
I felt a bit of cool lubricant on the tip of the dildo, as she brought the tip to my puckered ass and started to push. I was thankful for the hours that I had spent plugged, stretching me somewhat, but it soon became clear that the dildo she had chosen was significantly larger than what I had been filled with before. She just kept pushing, and it just kept on stretching me wide to have to take it.
There must have been enough resistance to cause some pressure against her, as I heard her start to make sounds of her own pleasure. She wasn't just pushing anymore, but she was rocking her hips, side to side, and grinding with an uneven rhythm. It felt like the dildo strapped to her hips was filling up the entire inside of me. It ached, and the throbbing only increased as Heather gave herself over to the experience and to her own sensations, causing her to increase her speed and her pressure, throwing herself into fucking me with wild abandon.
"Oh fuck yes," she moaned. "You know fucking you like this feels better than getting fucked by you maybe ever did. Keep begging me for it, you slut!"
"Please, oh god please fuck me," I gasped, feeling how much harder it was to speak. "Please fuck me. Please fill me up. Oh god, please use me for pleasure... I need to be used like this, please!"
"You're such a filthy whore," she gasped.
I felt weak from the use, and from the emotional release. My arms felt weak and I dropped down onto my elbows, which only made my ass seem even more completely offered up to her.
"Come in here, both of you," Heather called out.
James and Daddy must not have been far away, since they appeared almost instantly.
"I want you both to stroke while I fuck this slut. I want to see cum sprayed all over her while she takes this cock from me," Heather barked.
I could see them both, taking up positions on either side of me, Daddy standing beside the bed and James getting right up on it, on his knees, so that he was close to me. In the corners of my eyes I could see their cocks in their hands, both jerking in time with Heather's merciless thrusts.
I could feel the sensation of ache and fullness taking over my mind. The awareness of Heather's physical pleasure and emotional satisfaction radiated through all of us, but perhaps especially me. I was getting to please her, and I was making some sort of penance for all my failures, all while pleasing Daddy and perhaps even James, and all those others who would watch the recording in time. I tried to keep begging for use, but I was too weak to form words. I just made panting, pleasing, gasping sounds, but they seemed to be enough.
It was James who came first, spraying his load against the side of my face and neck, getting it in my hair and on my dress. Heather's orgasm started next, driven by the grinding pleasure against her pussy and the emotional release she was experiencing. It seemed to hit her in waves, again and again, lasting so long that Daddy's eruption of cum against the other side of my face, started and ended before she was finished.
My mind was melted and overwhelmed. I felt a pure high of pleasure, perhaps the closest thing I'd felt to an orgasm in a long time, and I knew my soft little clit had been leaking the whole time.
"Come lick us clean, Amber," I heard Daddy say through the fog in my mind.
I realized, as I started to move to obey, that Heather had pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and gaping wide open.
As both of them had spurted most of their loads onto me, there was not a lot to clean up, but I made sure to give them both, Daddy and then James, the full attention of my lips and tongue.
"Good girl, Amber," Daddy said.
His words filled my heart with pride, even if he had only meant to praise this moment of cleaning.
"Heather and James, it's late," Daddy said, "so you are welcome to simply sleep here, in this bedroom. I know your room is just a few floors away, but staying here means not having to dress or bother with anything else, and there will be fresh coffee in the morning, along with anything else you need."
"Thank you," Heather answered, "That's kind of you."
Turning to see her speak, I saw her for the first time since she had put on the harness. The dildo was still affixed to it and, seeing it dangling there, I was aghast that I'd been able to take its monstrous length and girth inside me. I was nervous about meeting her gaze, but there was almost a soft smile there.
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