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websissy:

At first is was fun when my wife suggested I wear her panties as we had sex, it seemed to excite her. Soon, she had me in them even when I was at work. I was shocked the day I came home from work and her mother was there and she laughed and made me pull my pants down to show her! From that day on, at least once a week, I am dropped off at her house and made to serve her in any way she likes. I have spent hours with my tongue in her old ugly pussy, or deep in her flabby ass. The first time she told me to suck John, her other son in law’s cock I refused. She was furious. Forcing me to my knees in front of him, she used my own belt to strap my bare ass hard. I couldn’t hold out long, and soon leaned down to take his much bigger cock into my mouth. That didn’t appease her much. “Suck it bitch” she growled, continuing to strap my ass hard. She strapped me continuously until John had filled my mouth with cum and I had swallowed. When I got home my wife saw the welts that covered my entire ass and asked what happened. When I told her, she took my belt and gave me another strapping over my incredibly sore ass. I thought of that now, the first of many times I had been made to suck John, and my cock twitched in my panties. Now I couldn’t wait. I hoped every time I was sent here I would be “made” to suck him off. Even with my tongue deep in my mother in law’s pussy all I could think of was John filling my mouth with cum. My wife and her mother had turned me into an eager sissy faggot cum slut.

websissy:

At first is was fun when my wife suggested I wear her panties as we had sex, it seemed to excite her. Soon, she had me in them even when I was at work. I was shocked the day I came home from work and her mother was there and she laughed and made me pull my pants down to show her! From that day on, at least once a week, I am dropped off at her house and made to serve her in any way she likes. I have spent hours with my tongue in her old ugly pussy, or deep in her flabby ass. The first time she told me to suck John, her other son in law’s cock I refused. She was furious. Forcing me to my knees in front of him, she used my own belt to strap my bare ass hard. I couldn’t hold out long, and soon leaned down to take his much bigger cock into my mouth. That didn’t appease her much. “Suck it bitch” she growled, continuing to strap my ass hard. She strapped me continuously until John had filled my mouth with cum and I had swallowed. When I got home my wife saw the welts that covered my entire ass and asked what happened. When I told her, she took my belt and gave me another strapping over my incredibly sore ass. I thought of that now, the first of many times I had been made to suck John, and my cock twitched in my panties. Now I couldn’t wait. I hoped every time I was sent here I would be “made” to suck him off. Even with my tongue deep in my mother in law’s pussy all I could think of was John filling my mouth with cum. My wife and her mother had turned me into an eager sissy faggot cum slut.

websissy:

I was nervous. My Mistress had told me she found the perfect accessory for me and that she would have me wear it when she next sent me out to an adult bookstore. She gave me a time and explicit instructions on how to dress and told me to be at her house. I was required to wear four inch heels, sheer stockings with a garter belt, pretty lacy panties that were high cut, rode up between my cheeks, leaving the bottoms of my cheeks exposed, my cock locked in its cage with the key left at home on my dresser, a matching lacy bra with breast forms, sheer blouse and a very short pleated skirt that just barely came to the bottom of my cheeks if I stood perfectly still. If I moved, walked, bent the bottoms of my cheeks would show. Even standing perfectly still the garter tabs and tops of my stockings showed clearly. Full makeup, wig and nails completed the outfit. It was rare for Mistress to make me dress first before coming over. I was humiliated, but trying to get hard in my cage, as I had to go to my car dressed like that, drive across town and then park. Mistress made me park two blocks from her house and walk to her door. As I entered she and three of her friends were laughing in the living room. Silently I walked in and knelt before my Mistress. These friends had seen me before, knew what a useless little cock I had and had helped Mistress humiliate me before. Laughing, Mistress told me that she and her friends were going out that night. They would be gone several hours and had found a place to put me to keep me busy and out of trouble while they were gone. Chuckling, Mistress told me that she was taking me to an adult bookstore for the night. I blushed, knowing what I looked like and imagining the reaction of the men in the store. Her friends were laughing and giggling and I knew that there must be something more. Reaching into a drawer, Mistress pulled out a gag that looked like a pussy from the outside and covered my face from my nose to my chin. My eyes grew wide and scared, as her friends erupted into howls of laughter. Smiling sweetly Mistress reminded me of the times I had sat in a booth all pretty and feminine and looking like the sissy cock sucking slut I am, how some men would look in, frown and just walk away. Tonight she hoped I would be more attractive to all the men who saw me. The gay boys would love the slutty little sissy chained to the booth. Oh, yes, sissy she laughed. We are going to lock a leash to your cute little cock cage and lock the other end to the chair in a video booth so you can’t go anywhere until we are done and come back for you. Continuing on with a chuckle she said the gay boys would love using my mouth just the way I was. The straight men would hopefully be horny enough to accept a blow job from a sissy cum slut, and would be more comfortable fucking my mouth pussy and be able to pretend I wasn’t really just a sissy faggot trolling for cock. Smiling sweetly, she locked a leash to the cock cage in my panties and tugged the end hard, pulling me to my feet. Keeping the pussy gag strapped in place around my head she and her friends drove me to one of the busiest adult shops. Openly leading me through the store itself by my leash the pulled me into an empty booth, using another small lock to secure me to the chair bolted to the floor of the booth. Laughing and telling me to have fun, Mistress loudly announced she would be back in four or five hours to pick me up. Three men were already stepping into my booth and opening their pants before Mistress was even out of the video area. I knew I was in for a very long and humiliating evening.

websissy:

I was nervous. My Mistress had told me she found the perfect accessory for me and that she would have me wear it when she next sent me out to an adult bookstore. She gave me a time and explicit instructions on how to dress and told me to be at her house. I was required to wear four inch heels, sheer stockings with a garter belt, pretty lacy panties that were high cut, rode up between my cheeks, leaving the bottoms of my cheeks exposed, my cock locked in its cage with the key left at home on my dresser, a matching lacy bra with breast forms, sheer blouse and a very short pleated skirt that just barely came to the bottom of my cheeks if I stood perfectly still. If I moved, walked, bent the bottoms of my cheeks would show. Even standing perfectly still the garter tabs and tops of my stockings showed clearly. Full makeup, wig and nails completed the outfit. It was rare for Mistress to make me dress first before coming over. I was humiliated, but trying to get hard in my cage, as I had to go to my car dressed like that, drive across town and then park. Mistress made me park two blocks from her house and walk to her door. As I entered she and three of her friends were laughing in the living room. Silently I walked in and knelt before my Mistress. These friends had seen me before, knew what a useless little cock I had and had helped Mistress humiliate me before. Laughing, Mistress told me that she and her friends were going out that night. They would be gone several hours and had found a place to put me to keep me busy and out of trouble while they were gone. Chuckling, Mistress told me that she was taking me to an adult bookstore for the night. I blushed, knowing what I looked like and imagining the reaction of the men in the store. Her friends were laughing and giggling and I knew that there must be something more. Reaching into a drawer, Mistress pulled out a gag that looked like a pussy from the outside and covered my face from my nose to my chin. My eyes grew wide and scared, as her friends erupted into howls of laughter. Smiling sweetly Mistress reminded me of the times I had sat in a booth all pretty and feminine and looking like the sissy cock sucking slut I am, how some men would look in, frown and just walk away. Tonight she hoped I would be more attractive to all the men who saw me. The gay boys would love the slutty little sissy chained to the booth. Oh, yes, sissy she laughed. We are going to lock a leash to your cute little cock cage and lock the other end to the chair in a video booth so you can’t go anywhere until we are done and come back for you. Continuing on with a chuckle she said the gay boys would love using my mouth just the way I was. The straight men would hopefully be horny enough to accept a blow job from a sissy cum slut, and would be more comfortable fucking my mouth pussy and be able to pretend I wasn’t really just a sissy faggot trolling for cock. Smiling sweetly, she locked a leash to the cock cage in my panties and tugged the end hard, pulling me to my feet. Keeping the pussy gag strapped in place around my head she and her friends drove me to one of the busiest adult shops. Openly leading me through the store itself by my leash the pulled me into an empty booth, using another small lock to secure me to the chair bolted to the floor of the booth. Laughing and telling me to have fun, Mistress loudly announced she would be back in four or five hours to pick me up. Three men were already stepping into my booth and opening their pants before Mistress was even out of the video area. I knew I was in for a very long and humiliating evening.