I have a friend, hes older than me and knows i crave, lust for and need the opportunity to please more mature men. Hes perhaps fifteen years older than me and ive been kneeling between his open thighs to lick, suck and worship his cock perhaps once every couple of months for the last few years. Hes encouraged,even insisted, on me becoming more and more sissyfied each time. Hes instructed me to wear lipstick, to buy and wear wigs and to broaden my range of sissy knickers, stockings and underwear. He has made me get on my stomach on his bed and lubed me up and taught me to accept increasingly big toys inside me. He has given me a sissy name and made me use it in messages with other mature and dominant men online.
All of this has helped me crave submission and made me need to be used and owned more and more.
He has arranged for me to visit him and then arranged for others to arrive whilst im dressing up and becoming his little slut and each new meeting has edged and pushed me further and further into submissive behaviours and needs. Seeing a second older man enter the bedroom, naked and stroking his cock has helped me know my role, my place, my duty . I am a cocksucking sissy slut and i love that they have helped me find my addiction in cock, cum and control
There was a evening recently when id visited Sirs house after he had invited or instructed me to attend. Id gone into his bathroom and dressed, my favourite pink shoulder less dress.id shaved my chest and shoulders and my chubby moobs had become my bulging sissy bitch titties. My nipples hard under the pink floral dress and my tiny pathetic dicklet hard inside my pink panties. My bright slut pink lipstick was freshly put on and i wore cheap, common, sissy pink fishnet hold ups. I looked exactly as Sir wanted me. Cheap, dirty, easy and as sissy like as is possible for me
I went to the bedroom and took my place on my knees in front of his hardening bulge. I kissed and licked and rubbed his erection through his trousers until he relented and slapped me across the face once, his sign for me to stop and wait for instructions. My face burned red with the stinging sensation but i dutifully knelt, eyes shut, mouth open and tongue out. His need is my need.
Then an unexpected but not unprecedented thing happened. His other guest entered the bedroom. I hadn't heard the flat door open so i realised the other man must have been waiting in the lounge whilst i dressed and prepared to be Sirs sissy bitch for the evening. I felt his hand on my shoulder and heard Sir tell me to turn around to face " your other owner for tonight"
I did as told and was rewarded with the scent of cock and the sound of jeans being unbuckled and opened. Then i felt the new sensation of the guests hardening cock brushing on my tongue and heard Sir say " imagine its my cock, show him what you are"
I didnt hesitate, my tongue darted out, my hands rose from my sides and my mouth opened fully. In so far as a sissy submissive can take charge i did so. I worshipped, i adored, i gave all my knowledge and need and lust to get Sirs guest hard and bring him where i knew i needed him to be, cumming down my throat, over my sissy bitch titties or over my face. Any of those three experiences are my personal holy trinity, in the name of the daddy, the master, the sir do i ache to be baptised in cum.
And so it was, as i did everything i knew to help Sirs guest climax, i felt Sir squeezing my sissy bitch titties and slapping my fat sissy ass with his hands and it all made me need it more. Need the cock, need someone to control me and need to worship, wear or swallow cum.
I never looked higher than Sirs guests cock but i heard the sounds of him moaning then grunting as he got close. I heard Sir wanking and stroking himself behind me and felt his cum gush onto the backs of my shoulder and down my dress as he called me an endless litany of "bitch, slut sissy and suzy", the latter being his pet name for me.
And as Sir sat down heavily, sighing happily and giggling on his bedside chair his guest began to fit words into his now loud stream of grunts.
He said "........ ( My actual name, not the one those i know here know me as), sissy ....... ( My real name again), you fucking slut, im going to decorate your face in cum , ...... ( My name for the third and final time), what would your dad think?"
And with a final grunt he came, spattering my nose, my cheek, my closed eyes and my open,hungry, greedy, sissy mouth. And it was how it was supposed to be, me, my sissy true self, cum covered and aching for more control to be taken away from me.
Sirs guest left so quickly, giggling in a voice i knew but couldnt place. I didnt open my eyes out of a mix of fear, submission and the reality his cum all over one of my eyelids.
I should have been terrified,freaked out that id been recognized and named but....i wasnt. I so damn turned on.
Sir told me to cum so i furiously wanked with my hand under my dress until it felt my thighs were cramping and i came inside my sissy pink panties. I felt so dirty but so fucking high.
Typing this got me turned on all over again so ill admit i wanked myself again at the memory, the mix of risk, submission and degradation. Everything was how i needed it to be, everything except the mystery.who was Sirs guest ? His profile on fab guys had no photos and very little in the way of verifications. I wanted to know who he was and how he knew me and i wondered would my submissive addictions mean he would see me again.
So far, nothing, no further contact and no messages or related contacts out in the world. It hasnt stopped me craving cock and control and cum more and more.
I do wonder though " what would my dad think"
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