My ultimate fantasy…..
The online build-up was the same—weeks of chatting with a man who knew exactly how to make me feel like a sissy. His cock was huge, and he loved that I dressed for him. This time, though, I chose my wife’s plain cotton bra and knickers. Simple, everyday, the kind she wears under her work clothes. When I sent him the picture, he replied, “Good. Now you look like her. But weaker.”
The day he came over, I was trembling. I led him to our bedroom, wearing her cotton underwear under my jeans. I stripped slowly, and he watched, his eyes dark. “Turn around,” he said. I did. “Yeah, you fill them out like she does. But you’re just the imitation. I’m going to have the real thing soon.”
He lay back on the bed, his cock standing thick and angry against his stomach. I knelt, taking him in my mouth. The taste was salty, musky. He let me suck for a minute, then grabbed my hair. “You like that, cuck? This is what your wife needs. I’m going to fuck her so hard her belly wobbles. I’m going to pin her down and pump her full until she screams.”
He pushed my head down, and I took him deep, my throat stretching. I could feel him pulse. His grunts were low, animalistic. “You’re going to watch,” he growled, thrusting up into my mouth. “You’re going to see her hairy fanny spread for me. And after I cum inside her, you’re going to clean it up. Lick it clean. Like a good little cuck.”
The words sent a shiver through me—shame, excitement, total surrender. I felt owned. Every groan from him, every jerk of his hips, was a reminder that I was just a hole for his pleasure. He fucked my face relentlessly, his balls slapping my chin. My eyes watered, but I didn’t pull away. I wanted to please him. I wanted to be his.
His pace quickened. “Gonna mark you,” he grunted. “Gonna paint your face.” With a final, deep thrust, he pulled out. Ropes of hot cum shot across my cheeks, my lips, my forehead. Thick and white, it dripped down onto her cotton bra. He kept his hand in my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “Mine,” he said, breathing hard. “You and your wife. Both mine.”
I stayed on my knees, covered in his load, feeling more sissy, more owned, than I ever had. |
