I’ve often fantasised of being “discovered” by a group of men, who find out about my sissy tendencies and exploit it to their advantage. They set me up in a nice little flat somewhere, and between them they pay the rent and all my bills and buy me lots of cute girly stuff, but on the understanding that I have to live and dress as a girl 24/7. I’m not allowed any male clothes on the premises. I have to always look pretty and girly and feminine for these men, because any of them may call round at any time, to use me as their personal cumdump.
Any time one of them’s had a row with their wife or girlfriend, or she doesn’t want to do something kinky in the bedroom, or just isn’t in the mood… these guys know they can always call round to my place and find a release for their frustrations with a convenient set of holes that’s ready and waiting to take whatever nasty, degrading sexual perversions they wish to inflict on me. Sometimes it’s one guy, sometimes two, occasionally it’s all of them. I don’t get a say in how many or when it happens.
Each of them has a key to my place, and while this was initially supposed to be a secret thing just for their little group, inevitably they all, one-by-one, start lending their key to their friends, or making copies for them, or just giving a key and my address to some random guy they met in a pub while d*unk. The circle of men who call round looking to fuck me keeps increasing, and I’m under strict instructions to be sexually available and free to use for ANY man who comes in…
So I could be at home just chilling out, painting my toenails a girly pink or whatever, when I hear a key turn in the lock and some complete stranger walks in. I barely get a chance to register his face before he grabs me by the hair and drags me over to the couch to fling me over the arm. My skirt is up and my knickers down and his cock is inside me before I even know what’s happening. I just have to lie there and take it while he grips my shoulders and grunts with every thrust for several minutes until finally he gives one last huge thrust and yells as he cums deep inside me.
Pulling out, he moves over nearer my face so he can wipe his cock clean on my face and hair. Then he zips up his trousers and is gone. Just another in a long line of anonymous men who’ve found out about the free sissy whore in this town that they can use and abuse. I weakly lift myself from the couch and, wincing, slowly make my way to the bathroom to clean myself up and make myself presentable and fuckable again for the next man. Because in all likelihood, they’re just a few minutes away… |
