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Authors name: nalatogg (nalatogg@yahoo.com)

Story title : Sissy Part 1

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[story from me: nalatogg to sissy]

  I would probably meet you in a parking lot, because you're not worthy enough to go into a restaurant. You would have to shave and prissy yourself up for me for that to happen. The best you could expect now is to be rutted like a bitch behind one of the parked cars. I want my sissy boy to look like a sissy and act like a sissy. I want you VERY feminine around me. That would make me very hard and hot for you. I would want you to dress in a super short skirt that would swish around your boyish thighs. I want it free and loose, not clinging to your ass. And when you would bend over, I want see your silky high cut panties outline your ass. You would need to spread your legs slightly, so I could see your genital basket from behind. I need to see your cock and balls push downward into the material like a sack. I wouldn't even ask you. I would just reach under and cuddle your sack of goodies in my hand, rolling then around in my palm, feeling their heat and soft texture. I wouldn't care if you got hard or not. That would be for later. I expect you to moan your approval whenever I grab your genitals. I'm the best thing for you.

  We would leave in my car. As I drive, you would unzip my pants, reach in gingerly and pull out my cock and balls, and play with me. I expect you to pay constant attention to my cock and balls when you're around me. You are nothing but a receptacle and a means for pleasure to me. I expect you to coo your enjoyment at fondling me. You are to tell me how beautiful my cock is to you, how big I am and how rigid I am. How much you want my scum in your mouth. How you live to drink from my shaft of love. I want you to tell me all this while looking at me and sometimes I want you to whisper it in my ear like a seductive whore, like the cumbitch you are. I will do nothing to stimulate you while I drive. I take driving seriously and you're not important enough to jeopardize that. When we arrive at the designated place and it will be a place where no one can see us. I'm embarrassed to be around you. When it is time to get out of the car, you will bend down to kiss the head of my cock on the tip, telling it how much you enjoyed playing him and how much you want his cum in your mouth. If there is any precum you will spread it like lipgloss on your lips and leave it there. I may want to kiss you with my precum in place. You are only serving to transfer it to my lips.

  We leave the car behind and today I have chosen an out-of-the-way spot, usually it's outdoors away from prying people. It's a nice day actually. The sun promises to keep shining. I'm carrying a blanket, as I am afraid you might drop it and get it dirty. I expect you to swish when you are around me, especially after wearing your designated clothing. And you are. I love to watch your twitch and swish. You're so prissy to me. That's the way I like it. I want you even more feminine and sissy than a woman. We find a glen and I spread the blanket. It is quiet here and I can concentrate on you and my impending release. I focus on you and tell you to strip slowly so that I can witness your undergarments. I want to see you in various stages of undress. I especially want to see your cock and balls behind your special underwear. I have chosen a pair of transparent undies for you to wear. I want to see your cock outline. I assume you have put them on for me. To do otherwise would not bode well for you. 

  As you peel off your outerwear, I am not disappointed at what you have chosen for me. The see-thru panties are everything that I have hoped for. But I notice you have not shaved as I had asked you to do. My anger is evident.  I call you all sorts of humiliating, degrading names, telling you how stupid you are. A fucking eight-year old follows directions better than you do. What are you? A seven-year old sissy boy? My sissy boy does what I want. I have been sitting down on the blanket at this point enjoying my show prior to my discovery. I haven't moved. I throw back my head and close my eyes. I let the summer air flow over me while I calm down. I breathe in deeply and savor the sweet freshness of the air. You are not on my mind right now, just my own conjured tranquillity. You are standing on the edge of the blanket sheepishly in your intimate wear, beautiful clear panties and a breast enhancing push-up bra. Even with all your shitty hair, I don't mind. I bring my mind forward and decide to strip my body of all clothing. I want to be completely naked in the sunshine when you start your show. I cast my clothes aside and sit again spread-eagled on the blanket. My cock is hanging forward between my legs, not touching anything except the blanket where its head is resting and pointing ahead as if it is watching you too. 

  I am ready to be entertained. The sun is stimulating my shaft and I fluff a little, the cockhead dragging forward on the blanket material as the shaft thickens. I command you to act coquettish as if you are a girl using her charms to vie for my attention. You swish your hips this way and that way as you run your hands up and down your sides and all over your chest and groin. It is having the desired effect on me, as I feel my blood rate increase. I truly believe I am going to take you any way I want without any regard to your pleasure. The thought brings me satisfaction and deep pleasure. I feel good again and look forward to rutting whichever hole I choose to empty my seed. I tell you to remove your bra. And you do. I'm staring at hair. This doesn't help my afternoon. I tell you to peel off your undies, slowly, so that I may see your cock spring or tumble out, depending on your state of arousal. You roll them slowly down your abdomen and I see the beginnings of your treasures.

  "Stop!" I yell. You quickly obey. I gaze at the top of your sexual appendage, taking in the pink flesh that is exposed to the sun. I let my cock bob its approval. It has lifted its head off the blanket and is pointing at your knees. It is heavy in weight as blood fills its vessels. My precum is starting its flow. I like to be teased.

  "Go ahead, but very slowly," I say. You acquiesce and continue the show. The panties have cleared the top and your thickness is evident now. Just the head is left and it is bowed down, still hiding.

  "Stop," I breathe. You follow my orders perfectly. My cock is filling rapidly and it is eyeballing your (ughhh!) hairy chest. The sun, glinting off the precum amassing on the tip, is baking my sexual hunger into my cockskin like a custard pie. My chest is heavy with desire.

  "Okay, go ahead. Don't fuck this up", I gasp. You let the ridge on your corona ease past the waistband and your cockhead easily slides out, dipping to kiss your balls that will soon follow. You are not aroused. That's OK. You will be. My sexual manifesto demands it. You let me pour over your jewels with my eyes as my cock bobs in the heat of the sun. Your arms rest at your sides. You are modeling for me and I just let you stand there exposing yourself to me. I don't want to touch myself. That is your job and I don't want you to do that yet. My eyes sweep all over your genitals. My heart is beating. I feel flush with excitement. I like small genitals. Yours fit the bill very nicely. I tell you to touch yourself, to arouse yourself, slowly. You handle yourself lightly, caressing your shaft and head, and it responds by lifting away from you.

  "Wait," I hiss. The head is peeking at me and I try to communicate with it silently. I watch the slit for any telltale signs. Nothing. Mine is copiously producing. I haven't looked at your eyes this whole time because I am not interested in establishing contact with you, just your cock. I look at you now.

  "Slowly," I say as I look at you directly in the eyes. "You fuck this up and there'll be hell to pay." You massage gently and then stop. Massage and stop. Your shaft lifts exactly at the speed I want, gradually lengthening and thickening like a slow motion video. I am in heat watching this. My libido is peaked and screaming. Not yet, I tell myself. My cock is hot from the sun and rigid, throbbing, pointing at the sky. My balls are issuing forth its prenuptial signal for someone to come and take the rest of it. I look down at myself and am pleased with my state of arousal. I am beautiful in the daylight. My shaft is hard and ready. My nutsack is starchly crinkled and my testicles have buried themselves inside me. They are ready to unleash their fruits. I look back up to your aroused cock.

  "Come here," I mouth. You pad over to my face. Your cock is at the right height. You are no more than an inch from my lips.

  "Make it rise higher," I tell you hoarsely. You gently grip yourself and do as I order. I watch you slide your fingers up and down your shaft. It stiffens further, and I can see your underpinnings, the inflated cock tube running the entire length ending at the junction of the flared hood. You are now evidencing the precious fluid I seek. I see the dewdrop sparkle in the sunlight. I like to watch it grow as I hope more comes to join the rest. It is clear and viscous, adhering its oily surface to your spongy head. I watch in fascination as I imagine what it would be like for me to be a little man standing knee deep in your fluid. More fluid, I tell you and you comply, stroking and pushing more out of you. Your cockhead is smothered by now, and I am dizzy with desire to release myself. No, no, a little longer, I think to myself.

  "Let go of yourself," I order next and as you pull your hands away, your cock floats down to my face, striking me in the cheek, leaving a gooey snail trail down to my mouth. I leave it there, relishing the wetness. The tip is at the level of my mouth and I lean into it, pushing it against my lips. I love the texture of the softly yielding flesh of your cockhead. I waggle my lips gently across the slit, smearing more of your offering on me. I allow myself a snack of you. It is a sissy boy sweetness.

  "More," I command you, and you oblige me by coaxing more out. Mmmmmm. My cock is throbbing, having waited so long. I look at you and tell you,

  " I want you to cum on my tongue so that I can have your taste as I cum in your mouth." You start stroking in earnest as I keep my mouth open ready to catch your ejaculation. This is overly exciting for me and can feel my cock twitching and leaking. My ears are ringing in intensity as I await your release. I tentatively tickle your testicles inside your nutsack so I can feel them jump when your cum flows into my mouth. I hear you grunt and moan and I know you are close. I just wait patiently. I wish not to participate in this. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! I hear, and my mouth is witness to a salty, oily flavor. I capture as much of you as I can and leave it inside, resting on my tongue. I will want to swirl it around and around later. I let you empty yourself into me and give you a pause to replenish your energy. I look at you now with urgency and seriousness. Now is the time for you to take me with your mouth and lips. My cock is flagging from the overstimulation and there is a puddle of wasted liquid on the blanket. 

  I grasp your body and pull you down to the blanket. I guide your head toward my cock, grasping your hair in the process.

  "Don't fuck with me," I warn, "Just take me and take me fast." I push my cockhead against your lips, and push your head down onto me. I feel my shaft slip into a warm, wet cavern. I feel your tongue embrace the invasion, wiggling its presence under the cockshute. I reestablish my stiffness and a great need overtakes me. I close my eyes and taste your seed on my tongue and in and around my teeth. I push a little harder on the back of your head to get more of me inside you. I feel buried in you. I detect saliva on my pubic hair as you bathe me. I finally feel the entrance to your throat as you relax your mouth. I smile and push some more, hoping to invade your innermost, restricted zone. I feel you resisting and trying to back off, but I prevent that for now. I'm not asking you to bob me yet, just slurp my rod and let it bask in the warm wetness of your oral receptacle. It feels good to have some attention on it after denying it so long. I keep savoring your seed flavor in my mouth. 

  Between that and your cunt mouth, I am close to cumming. Since I can't speak (I would lose my precious sperm meal), I just grab the sides of your head and chug you up and down like those store-bought jelly vaginas. You know your purpose now. You are to bring me off and quickly. I lie back and continue to move your head up and down on me. I'm not interested in any of your protests. I feel your hands grip my loins in an attempt to slow me down, but now I resort to humping your mouth in addition to guiding your lips up and down, up and down, up and down. I'm close and I get serious about releasing this agonizing tightness. Your cum is still wrapped around my tongue and your tartness hasn't diminished. I feel the lumpy goo mixing with my spit as I smash its consistency against the interior of my mouth. I love your sperm. It is so close to mine in flavor. Just when I jet into you, I will pretend it is my cum that I am swallowing. It is my cum that I want. Oooooooo, I'm close. I am heaving with a frenzied anticipation. Somehow you have snuck your hand in between your mouth and my balls and are stroking me to conclusion. That's ok. It feels just as good to me. I can now assault your mouth without guilt and I lurch my groin up into your fist, trying to bury all of me into your face.

  "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Oh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! I'm cumming!" I swallow just when I blast my scummy load into your mouth. My asshole puckers into me and I let loose a large column of sperm. I feel it stretch my slit as it exits in a rush. I hear you gargle and choke, as you struggle with my deluge. I hold you down, loving the helpless sounds I hear.

  "Take it, you bitch!" I order at the back of your head. "Take me! Take me! Uhhhhhhhh! Swallow it all!"  I feel subsequent ropes of cum shoot into your mouth. They're all big slimy loads. You're coughing and gagging, but you owe me, you cunt, you bitchbag, you sissywhore. I am giving you so much that I wouldn't be surprised if jizz leaked out your nostrils. I can still taste your cum flavor as I unload scads of cum into your bitch mouth. God, life doesn't get any better than this! I am still holding your sissy mouth in place as my stem withers from the rush. I feel your tongue cleansing me and removing all vestiges of my copious release. Finally, exhausted, I release your head from my deathgrip. You look battered. I shrug my shoulders. It is your lot in life. I pull you over before you have a chance to clean your mouth and french kiss the insides. I want to taste myself, and I do. Mmmmmmmmm. It's honey to me. I get up and dress, leaving you flopped on the blanket. Your mouth is all red and you look tired.

  "Well? Are you coming or shall I leave you here?"

[continuation: Red_rex (red_rex69) to nalatogg]

I struggle to sit up. I'm dazed from serving you with my mouth, from swallowing the long streams of cum you emptied into me.

  "Thank you, Master" I call to your retreating back. I put on my shoes and quickly collect my clothes and the blanket from the ground, pulling on my panties and bra as I follow you back to your car. I can't put on my skirt without losing sight of you as you stride purposefully away, so I tuck it under my arm with the blanket and pull my tee shirt over my head. 

  You're about 300 feet ahead of me and progressing quickly. As I try to catch up I see a group of male bikers drinking beer. They must have arrived after us. I carefully lower the blanket to cover the front of my transparent panties, but as I get closer to them, they notice that I'm not wearing a skirt. They see the state of my face, still cum-stained from serving you. They have seen you pass already, and they think that we have had a fight.

  "What's wrong, honey?" one of them calls mockingly. "Did your man leave you?" I blush deep red and hasten my steps as much as I can in my low heels.

  "Come over here, sweetheart. We'll look after you," shouts another. I hurry more, giving them a wide berth as I pass. But then they see my transparent panties from behind, exposing my ass to all the world.

  "Look at what she's wearing. The slut!" shouts one of the bikers. "Come here bitch, take those panties off for me!" A bottle flies in my direction, but I sidestep it. Then an empty beer can hits my lower back, spilling some drops of beer on my ass, making my panties more transparent.

  I look to you for assistance, but you continue to walk in the direction of your car. From the corner of my eye, I notice two of the bikers rise to their feet. My scurrying is hampered by my shoes, so I reluctantly kick them off and break into a run. The bikers start to laugh, and the two on their feet begin to chase me. As we draw in sight of you and your car, they leave off, calling some more insults to me. I arrive, breathless, as you sit into the car.

  You look at me sternly. "You brought the blanket? Good girl. But where is your skirt? Put it on now, you little slut." I am breathless from my run, but relieved to have avoided a dangerous situation. You observe the drops of beer on my panties, and order me to take them off to avoid messing up your car seat. I comply, dropping my panties on the ground and pulling on my skirt over my naked ass.

  "Get in the car," you order, and I step daintily into the passenger seat. "And how is my little bitch slut?" you ask, turning to face me. 

  "I am good, Master. Thank you for fucking my face and for letting me drink your wonderful creamy cum. Thank you for honoring me with your beautiful strong cock." 

  "Did you have enough cum today, bitch? Or should I sell you to those bikers?" 

  "I would like more of your cum, Master. But only yours."

  You look at me thoughtfully, as if evaluating me and what sort of price I would fetch...

[from: nalatogg to sissy]

   "Close the fucking door, Sissy." I am exasperated with your behavior.

   "What the fuck were you thinking of when you passed by those bikers, dressed like that? You almost put that unwanted attention on me. I told you before. I do not want to be seen with you. Bikers! Fuck! That's the worst sort of attention."

  I start the car and aggressively exit the parking lot. Fetching a price...hmmmmm....well, I'm too wired for that thought right now. I look over at you and your disheveled appearance. I grimace. Well, it's what you get, Alan, for associating yourself with a sissy, a slut sissy at that. You haven't moved. I assume you are contemplating my scolding remarks. You had better be. I feel...what is the word?...unsettled. I unzip my fly. You don't move. I extract my limp member and let it flop over the zipper teeth. I look over at you again. You still haven't moved nor looked at me. Good. I reach over and grab you by the hair and yank you down into my lap. You let out a yelp as you are forced sideways into my lap, your face smashed against my dormant cock.

  "I don't feel well. Attend to it while I drive."

  I feel your lips against the shaft as you urge it awake. Your hands down by your sides are pretty much trapped by your body. The dress is up over your hips and your wet panties shimmer in the sunlight as the car passes in and out of shade from the roadside trees. You must do everything with your mouth. You resort to kissing and lip movement to make me feel better. I am deep in thought so this is a challenge for you. I am adding nothing to the equation. The day is actually quite nice, with cumulous clouds sporatically filling the sky with their fluffiness. I feel better. I always feel better on a nice day.

  "Take me into your mouth, Sissy. Start bobbing, honey. See if you can get my cum a second time."

  I settle back into the seat to allow you more "headroom". Not too much traffic out. The road looks clear and I goose the car up beyond the speed limit. Yeah, the day is pretty fucking good.

  "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I scream.

  "What? What, my dearest? What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" you apologize, as you pop your head up to see what the matter is. My cock weaves in the air, the afternoon air chilling the shaft, slick from your saliva. I push you back down roughly. 

  "Get back down there and keep doing what you were doing. Jesus! I didn't ask you to stop, did I?"

  I feel you recapture my penis in your wet mouth. I'm happy again. But I have another problem to cope with. As I slow the car down and pull it off the road, I am watching the rather large red light glowing in my rear view mirror. I have been snagged as a speeder, I presume. I wait in the car.

  "Don't move, Sissy. Keep your face pointing down on my cock. We have company," I whisper. I reach for the car registration in the glove compartment and extract my wallet holding my license from my pants back pocket. You merely ride the wave of my groin with your lips glued to me as I accomplished all this in the relatively short time span. You're a good sissy. You follow direction. That's good. The cop has pulled himself from his vehicle and is cautiously approaching mine. He is a big man, an older man. I scroll down the window.

  "Good afternoon, officer," I volunteer. "Nice day, don't you think?"

  "May I have your license and registration, sir?"

  "Certainly." Since I have them already in hand, I surrender them immediately. His face betrays surprise. His eyes become suspicious and sweep the interior of the car without any head movement, ending their search on your crown.

  "Sir, what is going on here?"

  "What do you mean, officer?"

  "That! What is...THAT?", indicating the top of your head ( which hasn't budged throughout all this) with his thick finger.

  "Oh, that. Sissy's not feeling well and she is resting in my lap, aren't you, Sissy?"

  "Ummmphhuggh. Aphmmmgh." Does this stupid fucking cunt have not a stitch of brain matter in her? Jesus, fucking Christ!

  "Sir! Please step out of the car! You, whoever your name is, please sit up and step out of the car, NOW!"

  You disengage with an audible pop and my cock waves in the breeze, much like a too-tall radio tower on a windy day without attached guide wires. You did such a good job rejuvenating me that it is comic struggle for me to stuff myself back into my pants. You wipe off any excess lipstick smeared during your performance and smooth your clothing before disembarking. The cop is clearly pissed off.

  "Do you know it is against the law to be engaged in that kind of activity, sir?!!"

  Veins are prominent in the cop's neck and across his forehead and down his temple. His blood pressure must be soaring.

  "Uh, no, sir. I did not." When all else fails, try ignorance. Ahhhhh, it isn't working. His face remains like stone and his left eye is twitching. I'm not getting anywhere.

  "Well, the truth of the matter is, officer, is that I was punishing Sissy for her thoughtlessness and stupidity. However, when she wants to follow directions, she follows directions....to the letter. It is my cross to bear."

  He looks at me keenly, his eyes narrowing into slits. I am being evaluated promptly.

  "Disciplined? Sissy is being disciplined?? What the fuck?!"

  He looks at me again sharply, in anger. Then inexplicably he softens.

  "Your sissy needs disciplining? Hmmmmmm."

  I feel disembodied from his diametric reaction, like I am entering the Twilight Zone. I wait patiently to see what direction this is taking me.

  "Disciplined, you say? You were disciplining her?"

  "Ah, yes, officer. I felt she needed it."

  "Yes, yes, well. Look," he looks down at my driver's license, "Mr. Smith, you cannot flaunt the law in favor of your discipline methods, which," [cough] "I agree with. I too used to own a sissy, but she moved on. I'm alone now." [Ahem] "There is still the matter of why I stopped you in the first place. You were speeding and I clocked you exceeding the speed limit by 10 miles per hour."

  He pulls out his meaty ticket book, peels back the banded front flap (he's been busy, judging by the thickness of already issued tickets), and commences to fill out all the open spaces on his ticket pad.

  "Officer, without appearing to be impudent or disrespectful toward you, is there anything that could possibly dissuade you from completing your task of giving me a ticket?" I asked as gently as I could. He stops and looks at me. I look back at him and turn my head toward you, and then back toward him. I neither change my expression nor offer him any more of an explanation. He appears to mull this over. It is a hot day in the sun and the traffic has increased while we have been standing there, but it is eerily quiet and intense for both of us as this singular moment of decision weighs in. It is like fishing for lake bass. The bass will nibble and even grab the bait, but the fish will not hook itself until the fisherman decides it is time, and then the fisherman sets (yanks) the line. I am looking at this man who clearly is on the fence about what is offered him. I need to set the line.

  "Under the circumstances, she obviously needs to learn her place, and having that lesson come from a stranger, a stern and trustworthy stranger, just might do the trick. Don't you agree?"

  Silence ensues as we all wait out his response.

  "It's been a long time since I disciplined my sissy. I miss that. I miss that terribly."

  "Officer, I don't want this ticket and my sissy needs to learn her lesson. Isn't there some way we can work this out for both of us?"

  He looks at me, then at Sissy, then back at me.

  "I think we can work this out. Follow me."

  "Thank you, officer."

  We climb into our cars and I follow the cop to a motel on the outskirts of town. We park around back.

  "To avoid any embarrassment, why don't I go book us a room?" I smile.

  The police officer nods and smiles back. "Good idea."

  You have been mute throughout all this. Suddenly you are by my side as I stride toward the motel office. Just as well, I think to myself. It will lend credence as to why I want a room in the middle of the afternoon without luggage. The place looks kinda run-down anyway. They can't be too particular in their requirements.

  "What's going to happen?" you ask. I do not answer.

  "My dearest Alan, what are you planning to do with me? Are we staying here at the motel for the night? Is the cop going to be with us? Why won't you tell me? I love you," You plead. I look at you.

  "Sissy. Your boneheaded decision to talk with your mouth full has landed us in this predicament. I've got to sell YOUR wares to get US out of a fucking speeding ticket. Is that bluntly clear to you, you fucking twit? Oh, you had better be nice to the cop or I'll sell you to him and while he's porking you, he can make you into swiss cheese, for all I care."

  I leave you standing there absorbing the latest turn of events. I check us into a room in the back and walk past you again, as you continue to stand there in shock and humiliation at being threatened to be sold like chattel to a stranger. You catch up to me as I approach the cop standing next to his speeder.

  "We're good to go," I call out.

  He smiles again and proceeds to open his trunk. I raise an eyebrow, wondering if this is gong to get out of hand. He reads my face and laughs.

  "Don't worry. Just the usual assortment of tools needed for this kind of thing. Your sissy is no danger. If I had mine again, I wouldn't want her to be either," he reassures me.

  I am the turnkey and we enter the room to escape the heat and noise. The room is in need of care so it is stuffy and barely muffles any traffic sounds from outside. I turn to him and inquire as to what gizmos he plans to use. He shows me handcuffs, leather belt, gag, and some other contraptions I am unaware of. I turn to you and announce,

  "Well, Sissy. It's showtime. Time to learn something new."

  The cop has already positioned the cuffs at the four corners of the bed, replete with chains to hold them to the legs. It's beginning to look like one of those re-education chambers in the Tower of London back in the Medieval days. This should be very interesting, indeed. Maybe fun even. Your eyes have widened considerably as you take in all the paraphernalia the cop has brought with him. You look at me pleadingly. I shrug my shoulders. It's on you, babe.

  "OK, Sissy," he says to you, "it's time, sweetheart."

  I like that he is treating you with tenderness before he brandishes the punishment. That shows class. You recoil from him, frantically searching me out with your eyes. The cop is a big man, older, seasoned, so he neither feels rushed nor insulted at your reaction. He understands. He grasps your wrists and sits you down before him. He leans in closely.

  "Strip before I have to make you," he declares.

  I'm impressed. He understands sissies. I approve of his methods and style. I could learn from him. You stand and  sheepishly remove what little garments you have on and they settle to the floor in a random fashion. Naked before us both, you look delicate and delicious. The cop looks at me approvingly.

  "She's a fine specimen, she is. Is she trained in the ways of turgid satisfaction?"

  "Yes, she is."

  "I can't wait to find out. I haven't emptied myself into someone like her in a very long time. I have big balls, honey, and they produce a lot of cream, yummy cream. I hope you can take it all, or we will be here all night until you do."

  I see you visibly shiver at this thought. Maybe the air conditioning is too high. He lays you down on the bed spread-eagled on your stomach. Your arms and legs are shackled. Your divine ass is sticking up toward the ceiling, and we both stop a moment to relish its shape and texture. I run my hand over the contours, inviting him to do the same.

  "Do you like the quality?" I ask him.

  "Oh, yes," he hisses as his beefy hands grip and prod your flesh. He spreads the asscheeks to open your rosebud to the room and for our inspection. Your sphincter winks at us as the cool air swirls around your flanks and you anticipate entry at any moment. You are not disappointed. The cop produces a small bottle of lubricant from somewhere and applies the liquid prodigiously to your anal area, squirreling his middle finger deep inside your bowels, twisting here and turning there, feeling out your rectum.

  "Nice cunt she has there," he remarks, smacking his lips.

  He continues his investigation and I notice his pants start to bloom out. He's sweating a little and his speech isn't as smooth as it was before all this started. He likes you and he likes your pussy. I do believe he is going to hide his salami in you soon. He initiates a gentle thrusting with his finger, warming up the oven, so to speak. You respond by pushing back, moaning, sighing. You're such a slut, a cunt, aren't you, Sissy? Monogamy has no meaning for you, does it, you fuck bitch? I'm getting turned on by all this foreplay, and I move around to the front of you to get some service before he has his way with you. He pops his finger out, wipes it on the bedspread. I hear a squeak of disappointment from you. His voice floats over you,

  "Don't worry, sugar. I'm just getting myself ready for you. My little princess. My little slut princess who has disobeyed her master."

  He disrobes and stands before me, behind you, and I am awed by his size. He is a BIG man. His mammoth cock arches out from him like a billy club, bobbing, revealing his excitement and need.

  "Ah, Jesus, Sissy. He is a big man, honey. Now you've really done it this time."

  I hear your breath quicken. Excitement or fear? I cannot tell. I strip to match him, but I'm only at half mast. Your eyes cross in order to focus on my shaft which is a scant inch from your nose. He gropes your ass again, muttering,

  "You've been a bad girl, Sissy. You haven't followed your master's instructions, have you, honeychild? That kind of behavior warrants stern correction. You know this, don't you, sweetheart? I'm here to administer it, sweet, sweet, princess."

  His voice is soft and caressing to you, no threatening tone, no malicious undercurrent. Just Daddy disciplining daughter. I feel much better about him already, my mind ticking off his technique. He reaches down behind him and produces a leather strap. It is well worn like a prep school paddle. You can't see any of this, but somehow you know. You squirm lusciously as if you are an exquisite rare creature, captured, about to be trained for the circus. Your body undulates as you pull against the restraints. My cock arches at the sight. I want to fuck your throat while he whips you. I want to feel your cries against my cock as you struggle against the pain of your lesson. Precum beads from my tip as I envision this excruciatingly exciting situation. You look up at me, your eyes mirroring a frightened doe. I cannot wait a moment longer.

  "I'm ready, officer. You can start anytime."

  "Me too. Are you ready, Sissy, sweetheart?"

  I reach out to your chin and squeeze open your mouth and force feed you my cock. I watch it slither up inside you, bumping your throat. You gurgle your reaction. I clamp the sides of your head with my hands and hold you still. I nod toward the cop. The belt is brought down firmly on your asscheeks. Swack! Your head lurches upward and I feel vibrations on my shaft as you protest the pain. Swack! Oh, God, that feels so good on my cock. You're becoming more vocal in your reaction. Swack! Swack! The vibrations are like a humjob to me. My cock hasn't moved in your mouth. I am stuffing you and clogging your throat, stifling your protests. The cop is muttering sweet obscenities while delivering his lesson. Swack! Swack! Swack! You are mildly thrashing and moaning. It is so hot to see you writhe like a naughty serpent shackled on a cheap motel bed. I am stiff as iron from all this. Your buttocks are quivering and red from the attention you are receiving. I don't think the cop can keep this up without drilling you. He is sweating and his eyes have a mad glaze to them. I think he is ready to take you now. He stops, puffing from the exertion. I look at him and nod,

  "Take her, she's yours. You have taught her well."

   He smiles. "Yes. I think you're right. She has felt the sting of discipline, now she needs to feel the rod of pleasure."

  With that, he anoints his flesh copiously with the lubricant. He washes his digit again with the liquid and plunges it up inside you. swirling and lathering your bunghole liberally. He is breathing heavily now, anxious in his need to complete the lesson. He leans in close to you and whispers to you,

  "Get ready, little dove. Daddy's coming to get you and fuck you good and fill your insides with his hot, sticky seed. Are you ready for the ride of your life, honey?"

  I watch your eyes and they are wide with fright. Vibrations travel up my stalk as you throat your protests. I smile down at you and mouth my response to you,

  "Don't worry, baby. It'll be over soon."

  The cop returns to a kneeling position, angles his aberration toward your entrance and wriggles the head into place. You look up at me again, realizing the possible pain to come. He commences the traditional thrust-retreat method of working something quite oversized into a hole quite undersized. He is steady and insistent. You increase your feeble thrashing and verbal protests as he works his member into you. He stops, withdraws, and squirts some more on him. Then he centers himself on you, and performs a full-length, 12", final thrust to bury himself deep inside your rectum. Your little body arches toward me in a fit of intense pain and you scream into my cock as you experience a searing, gut-wrenching invasion.

  "Aggggghhhhhhhooorrrrghmmmmph!!!"

  What a fucking humjob feeling that was! I almost came when your voice washed over my cock. Fuck, that was good! The cop is now fucking you to completion with long, forceful thrusts. He is delirious with pleasure. Taking his cue, I jerk your head to and fro, as I start my own mission to release. I close my eyes and just mash your mouth down onto me, trying to bury my cock in your throat and my balls into your mouth. I can feel your face bumping me as his thrusts have become more urgent and maniacal. You are trapped between two independent, humping pricks that have no sense of mercy or compassion to your blight. You will receive their offerings. Your body is wilting from the assault.

  "Officer, are you close to unnutting?"

  "Yes." [grunt] "Yes." [grunt]

  "Let's switch. I think she needs to feel the flood of your lesson and taste the spirit of your passion, don't you?"

  "I think you are very correct, sir. This particular lesson is large in scope and needs much digestion."

  With that he withdraws, wipes himself on the bedsheet, crosses over to where I am and waits for me to withdraw. I take the opportunity to compliment him on his instrument of instruction. He smiles, thanks me, and returns the compliment. We smile at each other. We are now brothers in the same quest. It is good to share to one's personal property. Makes for good will. Besides, even I know you need to get a breath once in awhile. Lord knows, you are going to be drowning shortly. I watch as he positions himself before your small mouth. I observe your eyes as you focus on what is bobbing before your face and fathom the task before you. Your reaction is not lost on me, as I inwardly chuckle at your predicament. I wander toward your backdoor, pick up the juice, lather myself well, and ready myself for the final lap. I look up to the front of you, clearly enjoying the second struggle you will encounter. The bulbous head is kissing your lips as you calculate how you will ultimately bring him off. At this point he is not a patient man. He reaches down like I did and bends open your mouth. I witness the snaking in of his member as it slides unceremoniously into your face, your lips stretched tightly by his girth. I watch your head snap back as he reaches bottom, for it is way too large to fit into your poor little throat. I thank my stars that I am not cursed with such a thick weapon. I hear your labored breathing and hope you survive the next encounter.

  "Ready?" I venture to him.

  "I believe we are, good sir," he quips.

  And we start again, fucking this little, battered vessel of a body, greedily hoping to fill it to the brim with our spunk. I give you kudos for attempting to bring him off, as I can hear his constant grunting and moaning. He must be close to make a sound like that. I pick up the tempo of my humping for I want to cum when he does.

  "Soon, officer?" I gamble. His eyes are closed, his brow furrowed.

  "Yes." [grunt] "Oh, yes. I'm almost there. Sweet sucking mouth. Thank you for this. I have so much to give her," he whispers. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Yes. Oh, yes. I'm close. Very close. You close?"

  "Uh huh." [gasp] "Just about there. If we time this right, she'll drown and orgasm like the poor bitch she is."

  "That would be a sight to see, wouldn't it, sir? Yes." [gasp, grunt] "That would be a sight." [grunt] "Every sissy should have that, especially after a lesson like the one she just had." [grunt] "I think I'm ready to fill her properly. Are you ready?"

  "Let's do it, officer." [uhh] "I'm ready when you are."

  "Oh, oh, oh. Ahhhhhhhhhh! I'm fucking cumming!! Ohhhh!!"

  "Ohhhhhhhh! Me, too! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

  I watch as we fill you up with our magnificent quantities of thick, steamy cream. From the initial splash of cum into both openings of your body, I witness you verbally and physically express your orgasmic delight. You are a wicked, wanton cunt, acting out your slutty propagation ritual, complete with wriggling, thrashing, contorted body movements, and squishy, slurpy, liquidy sounds accentuated by the muffled moans and throaty songs of your sexual oblivion. It's so hot to see you drown at both ends. You are meant to receive many men's sperm. The cop is crying out loudly as his balls empty an incredible amount of scalding scum into your mouth. However, it is too small to contain all that he is dumping into you no matter how far back he has burrowed the head. Strings and ropes of slimy jizm hang from your nostrils and lips as he continues to howl and spew forth his pent-up need. My balls have vanished into my nut cavity as I empty my reserves into your intestinal delta. It is a complete orgasm for me, a show and a meal. It cannot last and I flop to the side, creating a farting sound as my cock follows me, since my production system is no match against the cop's. He is still flooding into you and you are choking and coughing through your efforts. He suddenly sits hard on the carpet, pulling his club with him. You are left alone, momentarily suspended on all fours from the throes of your orgasm. Even you collapse onto the bed, exhausted.

 "Well," [gasp] "I think," [gasp] "she has learned'" [gasp] "her lesson." [gasp] "Don't you think so, officer?"

  "Uhhhhhh. Ohhhhh. Oh God. I haven't had one of those in years. Shit, that was great. She's a great sissy, sir. I don't think I can return to duty right now. Ohhhhhh, I'm tired."

  I muster all my strength and sit up on the bed.

  "Well, Sissy? Are you ready? We have to get on the road. I want to get to where we are going before it gets dark."

  I roll over and attempt to stand up. I'm weary. The cop is still on the floor with a dreamy expression on his face. I lean over to him.

  "Well, officer, I believe this squares us?" I smile. He smiles back.

  "Yeah, I guess it does at that."

  "I'll leave you alone with the key and the room. You can spend the night here if you wish. I had to prepay. Please check out before noon tomorrow, OK?"

  The cop nods, but stays on the floor.

  "Bye, Sissy," he says, "you're a good sissy."

  I turn away from him to see if you are getting ready. You haven't budged off the bed. You're still shackled and naked.

  "Jesus Christ, Sissy! Are you going to sit around on the bed all afternoon and make me late again?! Get..the..fuck..ready, you stupid bitch!" I turn back to the cop and ask him for the keys to the handcuffs. He rolls to his side, gropes in his pants pocket for a moment, finds the keys, throws them to me, and rolls back onto his backside, flopped out like a dead fish, letting out a huge sigh. I'd say that's a perfect example of mixing business with pleasure. I walk over, unclasp one handcuff, and throw you the keys.

  "You aren't that tired, so don't try to fake it. Unshackle yourself and get dressed. We have places to go to."

  I pick up my clothes and proceed to dress, looking around to see if I forgot anything. I walk over to the cop again.

  "Look, if she doesn't come out in 5 minutes, I'm going to leave her with you. You want to buy her?"

  The cop looks up at me. I figure he's considering it.

  "How much?" I look over at you as you struggle with the handcuffs. You don't exactly look like a ray of sunshine. Cum is all over your face, oozings continually drip from you nose and lips. You're sitting in a big puddle of what obviously must be squid juice. Your lips look bruised and puffy. Your lip might even be split, as there is a slight trickle of blood running down to your chin. You don't look good at all.

  "Sissy? How much are you worth?"

  You attempt to speak and it comes out as a gargled squeak.

  "What?"

  "Sissy! Watch my lips! How...much...are...you...worth?"

  You look at me vacantly as you struggle to comprehend precisely what I am asking you.

  "Worth?" You look down at your lap and start to cry. Bubbles of sperm and saliva emanate from your lips and nose as you collapse into a pile of suffering and despair. I sigh and walk over. I quietly and gently finish the task of removing the constraints, gathering up your articles of clothing, pulling you up into a sitting position.

  "There, there, Sissy. No need to get yourself into a tizzy about silly things. I'll help you get ready."

  Your face is a mess of tears, sperm, snot, and blood. I look past all that and pick up a corner of the bedsheet and wipe clean your streaked expression. You just sit there like a ragdoll as I commence to dress you and attempt to make you presentable. As I raise you into a standing position you go limp against me. I shuffle you toward the door and turn back toward the cop lying there on the floor.

  "Deal's off, officer."

  "Figured that."

  "See you around."

  "Yeah. If I can stand again. Tell your sissy she's got a good man."

  I turn back toward the door and guide you toward our (my) car. You lean against it as I open the door and carefully seat you in, buckling your safety belt. Safety first I always say. I close the passenger door and get in on my side. I start the engine and pause for a moment. I look over and you have your hands in your lap. You're looking down and are very quiet and docile.

  "You're worth a great deal to me, Sissy. You're worth a great deal to me."

  I reach over and gently guide your head onto my lap. Speaking softly and caressing your locks, I say,

  "You're my sissy and nobody else's. Now take care of me, would you? I miss your lips already. And did you learn your lesson, Sissy? No talking with your mouth full."

  I feel my zipper being pulled down and your hand snaking its way inside my inner clothing. I feel mr. happy being pulled out and your soft cheek against the skin of my shaft.

  "I love you, Sissy," I whisper.

  I feel your mouth break out into a grin as you gobble me up.

  "I love you so much, my dearest Alan."  

to be continued...............