I Told You

“Shut up you little cum whore!”

“So... ohh god, no... Fuuuuuuuck,” the words leaked through my painted lips.

“You want that hole filled too, you little cocksucking bitch?”

“No, please! God, just stop please…”

“You’re so ready… I told you you’d be my bitch,” she taunted.

Ready?

The feeling of being used so thoroughly, the undeniably suggestive way I was dressed, the t-girl on the video screen now taking cock at both ends and begging for more, it all served to break down the few remaining walls of my psyche. In an instant there was no denying, I loved being her bitch. I deserved cock in my ass all day and night long. I was her fuck doll.

“Yes, yes baby… I’m ready, so ready to be your naughty little toy.”

“You want it all, bitch? You envy the little slut in the video? Tell me how much you love the taste of cum. TELL ME.”

“Yes Skye, yes! Feed me my cum. I want it so bad. God yessssss...”

“I’m tired of fucking you, suck my cock my sissy little crossdresser,” she chided, stripping the condom off her dripping phallus and circling me to shove it in my waiting mouth. “Show me just how you love having your mouth fucked, like your little friend on TV.”

Everything I knew about getting a dynamite blowjob went into the tongue bath I gave her dildo. I surprised myself by nearly fitting it entirely in my throat. For that moment, I was every man’s fantasy, working a dick in my mouth like a pornstar on Ecstacy. It seemed like an out of body experience, as the image of the t-girl on the TV screen merged with my own consciousness into a blur of wet, slobbering fellatio.

“Damn she’s better than you promised,” a man’s voice uttered, shattering my trance.

But before I could react, Skye’s hands clamped down on the back of my head, forcing the remaining two inches of hard rubber cock into my throat.