Randy had always fantasized about meeting a dominant top who could fulfill his deepest desires. After weeks of chatting online with a man who seemed perfect, they finally arranged to meet. Randy’s excitement was palpable as he prepared for the encounter, dressing in his favorite lingerie and carefully applying makeup to enhance his feminine appearance. When the doorbell rang, Randy’s heart raced with anticipation. He opened the door to find a tall, muscular man with a confident demeanor standing there. “Hi, I’m Alex,” the man introduced himself, his voice deep and commanding. “Hi, Alex. Come in,” Randy replied, his voice trembling slightly with nerves. He led Alex into the living room and offered him a cup of coffee. “Would you like some coffee before we start?” Alex accepted the coffee, taking a seat on the couch. They chatted briefly, the conversation light and casual, but the tension between them was electric. Randy could feel Alex’s eyes on him, taking in his sissy attire and feminine demeanor. After a few minutes, Alex set his cup down and stood up. “Why don’t you show me to your room, Randy?” he suggested, his tone leaving no room for argument. Randy nodded and led Alex down the hall to his bedroom. As soon as they entered, Alex’s demeanor shifted. He pushed Randy gently but firmly onto the bed, his eyes filled with lust and dominance. “Let’s see what you can do,” he commanded. Randy obeyed, his heart pounding with excitement and submission. He knelt before Alex, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock. Randy took him into his mouth, sucking eagerly, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Alex groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping Randy’s hair as he guided his movements. After a few minutes, Alex pulled back and reached into his pocket, producing a condom. He handed it to Randy, who quickly rolled it onto Alex’s throbbing cock. Then, Randy climbed onto the bed and straddled Alex, slowly lowering himself onto his length. He rode Alex’s cock with enthusiasm, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed Randy, the feeling of being filled and dominated sending waves of pleasure through his body. Alex’s hands roamed over Randy’s body, squeezing his hips and guiding his movements. After several minutes of passionate riding, Alex’s dominance took over. He pushed Randy off him and onto the floor. Randy landed on his knees, looking up at Alex with a mix of submission and desire. Alex removed the condom and began to stroke himself, his eyes locked on Randy’s. With a low growl, Alex came, his hot cum splashing onto Randy’s face. Randy closed his eyes, feeling the warmth and the humiliation that came with it. When he opened his eyes again, Alex was already zipping up his pants, his expression satisfied. “Good job, sissy,” Alex said, his voice filled with approval. Without another word, he turned and left the room, leaving Randy kneeling on the floor, his face covered in cum and his heart racing with a strange mixture of satisfaction and longing. As the front door closed behind Alex, Randy wiped his face and sat back on his heels, a small smile playing on his lips. His first encounter with a dominant top had been everything he had hoped for and more, leaving him eager for the next time.
From Touch to Taste: Goddess Lana’s Intense Training
To view this content, you must be a member of Camp SissyBoi Patreon at $3 or more
Lana’s Revenge: Bringing Hank’s Desires to Life
An Unexpected Discovery Hank had always enjoyed his private time on the computer, exploring his fantasies when his girlfriend, Lana, wasn’t around. One evening, Lana decided to surprise him by coming home early from work. She walked into their apartment, calling out his name, but there was no response. Curious, she quietly made her way to the bedroom, where she found Hank deeply engrossed in something on his laptop. Lana’s curiosity turned to shock as she peered over Hank’s shoulder and saw what he was watching—explicit videos featuring well-endowed black men. Conflicted emotions ran through her mind: anger, betrayal, and an odd sense of excitement. She decided not to confront Hank immediately, instead planning something far more drastic to address his secret desires. The Setup The next day, Lana put her plan into motion. She reached out to a few acquaintances who she knew could help her with her scheme. By the time Hank was due home from work, everything was perfectly set up. Lana had invited four tall, muscular black men to their apartment. They were all dressed provocatively, lounging around the living room, waiting for Hank’s arrival. As Hank walked through the front door, he was greeted by an unexpected sight. Lana was standing in the middle of the room, dressed in a seductive outfit, surrounded by the men. His initial reaction was one of confusion and anger. “Lana, what the hell is going on here?” he demanded. The Confrontation Lana stepped forward, her eyes locking onto his. “I found out what you’ve been watching, Hank. So, I thought I’d bring your fantasies to life.” She gestured to the men around her. “These gentlemen are here to help us explore your secret desires.” Hank’s face turned red with embarrassment and anger. “This isn’t funny, Lana. I don’t want this.” But Lana wasn’t backing down. “Oh, I think you do, Hank. You’ve been hiding these fantasies from me, and now it’s time to face them.” She turned to the men, who began to undress, revealing their impressive physiques. “You’re free to leave, but if you stay, you need to join in.” The Transformation Despite his initial outrage, Hank couldn’t deny the growing arousal he felt. His eyes were drawn to the men’s chiseled bodies and the way they confidently moved towards him and Lana. The atmosphere in the room was charged with sexual energy, and Hank felt himself being pulled into it. One of the men, Marcus, approached Hank and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, man. Just relax. We’re here to have a good time.” Marcus’s voice was deep and reassuring, his touch sending shivers down Hank’s spine. Hank hesitated for a moment longer before giving in to his desires. He leaned in and kissed Marcus, the taste of another man’s lips igniting a fire within him. The other men surrounded them, their hands roaming over Hank’s body, slowly undressing him. The Experience What followed was a blur of intense pleasure and overwhelming sensations. Hank found himself on his knees, eagerly sucking each man’s cock, their moans of pleasure fueling his excitement. Lana watched with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal, occasionally joining in to kiss and touch Hank, further heightening his arousal. The men took turns with Hank, their powerful bodies dominating him in ways he had only fantasized about. He felt their cocks stretching him, filling him completely, while he moaned and begged for more. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, echoing off the walls as they pushed Hank to new heights of pleasure. The Aftermath Hours later, as the intensity of the evening began to wane, Hank lay exhausted on the floor, his body tingling from the overwhelming experience. Lana knelt beside him, gently stroking his hair. “How do you feel?” she asked softly. Hank looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. “I never imagined it would be like this. Thank you, Lana.” Lana smiled, leaning in to kiss him tenderly. “I love you, Hank. I wanted to show you that you don’t need to hide your desires from me. We can explore them together.” The men began to dress, exchanging satisfied glances with Hank and Lana. Marcus, who had been the first to engage with Hank, gave him a friendly pat on the back. “You did great, man. Anytime you want to explore more, just let us know.” As the men left, Lana and Hank curled up together on the couch, their bond strengthened by the night’s events. Hank knew that, despite the shock and initial anger, this experience had brought them closer together and opened up new possibilities for their relationship. Conclusion From a hidden fantasy to a night of exploration and acceptance, Hank’s journey taught him the importance of honesty and trust in a relationship. With Lana by his side, he felt ready to embrace all aspects of his desires, knowing that they could face anything together.
The Beginning of Sissy Vinny’s Transformation
Sissy Vinny had always harbored secret desires, fantasies he could never share with anyone—until tonight. He arrived at the adult booth with the glory hole, his heart pounding with anticipation and nerves. With a deep breath, he pulled off his sweats and hoodie, revealing the super sexy and slutty sissy outfit he wore underneath. His transformation was complete, and tonight, he was ready to embrace his true self. A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Sissy Vinny, now fully immersed in his sissy persona, took another deep breath and opened the door. A tall, muscular man stepped in, his eyes widening with lust as he took in the sight of the sissy before him. The man watched silently as Sissy Vinny, eager to please, turned around and began rubbing his butt against the man’s crotch. The man’s hands gripped Sissy Vinny’s hips, pulling him closer, his breath hot against Sissy Vinny’s neck. “Do you want to be a girl?” the man whispered, his voice deep and commanding. Sissy Vinny shivered with excitement and fear, his voice trembling as he replied, “Yes, Daddy.” The man’s grip tightened, and he pressed a cloth over Sissy Vinny’s mouth. The sweet, intoxicating smell made Sissy Vinny feel weak, his legs buckling as he was guided to sit down. “I’ll make your dream come true,” the man promised, his voice a seductive purr. From his pocket, the man pulled out a syringe, the needle glinting ominously under the dim light. “This will make you feel a little weaker at times, maybe have a little less energy,” he explained as he injected the liquid into Sissy Vinny’s arm. “But your skin will soften, facial hair will start to fade away, and your nipples will become more tender.” Sissy Vinny’s head swam with the man’s words, the promise of transformation filling him with a mix of fear and excitement. “There will be follow-up visits required,” the man continued, tucking a card with a QR code into Sissy Vinny’s panties. “Scan this, and you’ll know how to find me.” The man then dropped his shorts, revealing his impressive cock. “Suck it if you want to live… a more feminine existence,” he commanded. Sissy Vinny found himself leaning forward, his body responding eagerly to the command. He opened his mouth wide, his lips closing around the man’s cock. He started kissing, licking, and sucking with fervent passion, losing himself in the act. “Yes, Daddy. Please,” he murmured between breaths, his voice filled with desperate longing. The man’s hands tangled in Sissy Vinny’s hair, guiding his movements with a firm but gentle touch. Sissy Vinny’s world narrowed to the taste and feel of the man’s cock, his own desires and dreams fueling his actions. He knew this was the beginning of a new chapter in his life, one where he could finally become the girl he had always wanted to be.
Sissy Cindy’s Descent: From Submission to Degradation
Sissy Cindy had always been captivated by Goddess Lana. Her commanding presence and striking beauty had a way of drawing Cindy in, making her yearn to serve Lana in any way she could. Tonight was the night she would finally confess her deepest desires to Goddess Lana. Cindy arrived at Goddess Lana’s apartment, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She had spent weeks planning this moment, rehearsing what she would say and how she would say it. As she knocked on Lana’s door, she took a deep breath, hoping she wouldn’t lose her nerve. Goddess Lana opened the door, her piercing eyes meeting Cindy’s with a knowing smile. “Cindy, come in,” she said, her voice as smooth and commanding as ever. Cindy stepped inside, her palms sweaty with anticipation. “Thank you for seeing me, Goddess Lana. There’s something I need to tell you.” Lana raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Oh? And what might that be, Cindy?” Taking a deep breath, Cindy blurted out, “I’ve been having these thoughts… about being more feminine. I fantasize about being submissive to you, about being transformed into the woman I’ve always wanted to be.” A slow smile spread across Lana’s face. “Is that so? Well, Cindy, you’ve come to the right place. I can help you with that transformation, but you must be willing to trust me completely.” “I trust you, Goddess Lana. I’m ready,” Cindy replied, her voice trembling with both fear and excitement. The Transformation Begins Lana led Cindy to her living room, where a large mirror stood against one wall. “First, let’s get you out of those clothes,” she instructed. Cindy quickly stripped off her shirt and pants, standing before Lana in just her underwear. Lana handed her a pair of silky, lace-trimmed panties and a matching bra. “Put these on,” she commanded. Cindy obeyed, slipping into the feminine lingerie. The feel of the soft fabric against her skin sent shivers down her spine. Lana then produced a stunning red dress, complete with a pair of high heels. “This will complete your look,” she said, helping Cindy into the dress and guiding her feet into the heels. Next, Lana sat Cindy down at a vanity table and began applying makeup to her face. She worked with expert precision, transforming Cindy’s features into something more delicate and feminine. As she applied the finishing touches, Cindy could hardly recognize herself in the mirror. She looked like a different person—a beautiful, submissive woman. The Final Test Once the transformation was complete, Lana stood back and admired her handiwork. “You look stunning, Cindy. Or should I say, Sissy Cindy?” she said with a smirk. Cindy blushed, feeling both embarrassed and thrilled. “Thank you, Goddess Lana. I feel amazing.” Lana’s smile widened. “Good. Now, it’s time for the final test.” She led Cindy to another room, where a tall, muscular man was waiting. “This is Alex,” Lana explained. “He’s here to help you fully embrace your new identity.” Cindy’s eyes widened in surprise, but before she could say anything, Lana continued, “You will pleasure him, and in doing so, you will prove your dedication to your transformation.” Cindy nodded, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. She approached Alex, her heart pounding in her chest. Alex smiled reassuringly and placed a gentle hand on Cindy’s shoulder. “Relax,” he said. “Just follow your instincts.” Cindy knelt before Alex, her hands trembling as she reached for the man’s belt. She unbuckled it and pulled down Alex’s pants, revealing his erect cock. Cindy took a deep breath and leaned in, kissing the tip gently before taking it into her mouth. Embracing the New Reality As Cindy began to suck Alex’s cock, she felt a wave of arousal and submission wash over her. She lost herself in the act, focusing on bringing Alex pleasure. Alex’s moans of satisfaction only spurred her on, making her more eager to please. Goddess Lana watched with a satisfied smile, pleased with Cindy’s dedication and eagerness. When Alex finally came, Cindy eagerly swallowed every drop, feeling a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment. Alex helped Cindy to her feet, and Lana approached them both. “You’ve done well, Cindy. You’ve proven your dedication to your transformation,” she said, her voice filled with pride. Cindy beamed with happiness, feeling more confident and complete than ever before. “Thank you, Goddess Lana. Thank you for everything.” Lana placed a gentle hand on Cindy’s cheek. “This is just the beginning, Cindy. With my guidance, you will continue to grow and embrace your true self. Are you ready for the next step?” Cindy nodded eagerly. “Yes, Goddess Lana. I’m ready.” Part 2: Deeper into Degradation The feeling of hopelessness weighed heavily on Sissy Cindy as she knelt on the cold floor, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. What had started as a desperate attempt to understand her desires had spiraled into a nightmare of humiliation and degradation. Every session with the Doctor pushed her further into the abyss, stripping away her dignity layer by layer. Cindy’s days were filled with a strange mix of dread and arousal, her mind constantly at war with itself. She had reached a point where the degradation was no longer just an act—it had become her reality. Today was no different. The Doctor’s cold, clinical laughter echoed in the sterile room as she watched Cindy struggle with her inner turmoil. “You see, Cindy,” the Doctor began, her voice dripping with condescension, “it was never my intention to cure you. My goal was to see how far you could go with your fetish.” Cindy’s heart sank as the truth hit her. She had been nothing more than a pawn in the Doctor’s sadistic game. But instead of feeling anger, she felt a strange sense of relief. The humiliation, the degradation—it was what she craved. It was what she needed. “Do you still want to be cured, Cindy?” the Doctor asked, a mocking smile playing on her lips. Cindy’s
Velvet Embrace: The Chronicles of Sissy Giggles
In the heart of the city’s neon-lit district, nestled among the shadows of towering skyscrapers, there was a discreet massage parlor known as “The Velvet Touch.” Despite its unassuming exterior, The Velvet Touch had garnered a reputation among a select group of patrons, thanks to one unique employee known affectionately as Sissy Giggles. Sissy Giggles, a lithe and effervescent figure with a perpetual smile, was the crown jewel of the parlor. She wore her name with pride, embracing the playful, coquettish nature that endeared her to the clientele. Her long, slender legs and delicate hands moved with a practiced grace, her doe-like eyes twinkling with mischief and warmth. She had an uncanny ability to make anyone feel like the center of the universe, her laughter a soothing balm that melted the tension from weary bodies. From the moment Sissy Giggles stepped into The Velvet Touch, she became an instant sensation. Men from all walks of life found themselves drawn to her, entranced by her bubbly charm and genuine affection for their company. She was a connoisseur of the human form, reveling in the sculpted muscles and rugged features of the men who frequented the parlor. For Sissy, the massage sessions were more than just a job; they were a symphony of sensations and desires. She loved the feel of strong, masculine hands gripping her waist, the way her clients’ muscles tensed and relaxed under her touch. Every session was a dance, a seductive interplay of pressure and release, and Sissy Giggles was the maestro. Her popularity soared when word spread about her special services. Unlike the other masseuses, Sissy Giggles didn’t just stop at traditional massages. She had a unique way of making her clients feel truly special, offering happy endings that left them breathless and yearning for more. Oral pleasures were her specialty, and she took immense delight in exploring every inch of her clients’ bodies with her eager mouth. It wasn’t long before the parlor’s regulars began to schedule their appointments exclusively with Sissy. They knew that with her, they would experience a level of satisfaction that was unmatched. She never charged extra for her services; in fact, she provided them for free, driven by her insatiable love for men and their powerful physiques. Sissy Giggles was a self-proclaimed “how,” embracing her desires with a fervent passion that knew no bounds. The men adored her for it. They would arrive at the parlor, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, knowing that they could indulge in their fantasies without judgment. Sissy Giggles welcomed them all, her laughter echoing through the dimly lit rooms as she catered to their every whim. She thrived on their touch, their moans of pleasure fueling her own desires. One of her most frequent visitors was a rugged construction worker named Jack. With his chiseled abs and broad shoulders, he was the epitome of masculine strength. Sissy Giggles adored him, savoring every moment she spent with him. Jack, in turn, found himself captivated by her uninhibited nature and the way she surrendered herself completely to his desires. On one particularly steamy afternoon, Jack arrived at The Velvet Touch, his muscles glistening with sweat from a long day at the construction site. Sissy greeted him with her usual infectious smile, leading him to the private room where their encounters always took place. The room was bathed in a soft, amber glow, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood. As Jack lay on the massage table, Sissy’s hands began their familiar dance, gliding over his taut muscles with practiced ease. Her fingers traced the contours of his body, eliciting shivers of anticipation. Jack’s breath hitched as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “Ready for some fun, big boy?” she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. Jack groaned in response, his hands gripping the edges of the table as Sissy’s lips traveled down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She relished the feel of his hard muscles beneath her touch, the way his body responded to her every caress. With expert precision, Sissy moved lower, her tongue teasing and exploring until she reached his most sensitive spot. Jack’s moans filled the room as she took him into her mouth, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. She loved the way he trembled under her, the taste of his desire fueling her own arousal. Sissy Giggles lost herself in the moment, her own moans mingling with his as she surrendered to the raw, primal pleasure of the act. She reveled in the power she held, the way she could drive a man to the edge of madness with just a flick of her tongue. And when Jack finally reached his climax, his body shuddering with release, Sissy Giggles felt a deep, abiding satisfaction that went beyond the physical. In the weeks and months that followed, Sissy Giggles’ reputation only grew. More and more men flocked to The Velvet Touch, eager to experience the unparalleled pleasures she offered. She welcomed them all with open arms, her laughter and warmth a beacon in the dark. For Sissy Giggles, this was paradise—a world where she could indulge in her deepest desires without shame, surrounded by the men she adored. And so, in the dimly lit rooms of The Velvet Touch, Sissy Giggles continued to weave her magic, her name becoming synonymous with pleasure and ecstasy. She was the queen of the parlor, a siren who lured men into her embrace and left them yearning for more. And she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Campground BJ: A Night to Remember
The campsite was bustling with the chatter and laughter of friends as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the forest. You ran a hand through your hair, feeling its length brush against your shoulders. Your friends had always teased you about your feminine figure, your shapely butt, and full lips. In the darkness, you knew you could easily be mistaken for a girl. As the evening wore on, you felt the need to use the restroom. The facilities were a short walk from the campsite, and you assured your friends it was safe before heading off alone. The path was dimly lit, the sounds of the forest creating a serene backdrop. As you approached the restrooms, a voice broke through the quiet. “Hey, sweetie.” You ignored it, quickening your pace. “Babe, why you ignoring me? I’m not a mean guy.” Curiosity got the better of you, and you glanced over your shoulder. A man stood there, shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts. His physique was impressive, muscles glistening under the faint light, his skin slick with sweat. Before you could react, he was beside you, draping a strong arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your cheek, the rough stubble on his jaw brushing against your soft skin. “Wanna have some fun?” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, the scent of his masculinity intoxicating. Words failed you, so you just nodded, allowing him to guide you behind the restrooms. The adrenaline coursed through your veins as you dropped to your knees, your hands trembling slightly. His body exuded a raw, dirty manliness that sent a shiver of excitement through you. You reached up, your fingers tracing the outline of his erection through his shorts, feeling the heat radiate from him. He groaned softly, encouraging you as you freed him from his confines. You began by licking the tip of his member, tasting the salty sweat that had gathered there. Slowly, you ran your tongue along the length of him, savoring the musky scent and the warmth of his skin. Each lick was deliberate, your tongue swirling around him like a lollipop, taking in every sensation. You could feel yourself getting more turned on with each passing second, your own body reacting to the taboo nature of the act. His breathing became more ragged as you took him deeper into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him with a firm, wet seal. The tension in his body was palpable, his member twitching with every movement of your tongue and lips. You bobbed your head rhythmically, your hand working in tandem with your mouth, stroking the base as you sucked and licked. His fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your pace, his groans growing louder and more urgent. The roughness of his touch, the way his hips started to thrust slightly, only heightened your arousal. You could feel his climax approaching, the anticipation building within you. When he finally came, the rush of semen filled your mouth, the taste both shocking and exhilarating. You swallowed eagerly, not wanting to waste a drop, the warmth spreading through you as you continued to milk him until he was completely spent. He pulled you up, a satisfied grin on his face. “Thank you,” he said. “I was going to invite you to a poker game, but this is better. Nice to meet you.” You nodded, giving him a quick hug before slipping into the girls’ restroom. You hid in one of the stalls, waiting until you were sure he had left. Your heart was still pounding, your lips tingling from the encounter, the taste of him lingering in your mouth. The next day, as you joined your friends around the campfire, you spotted him again. He was laughing with his own group, oblivious to your presence. He didn’t recognize you, his memory of last night clouded by the darkness and the anonymity it provided. You could still taste him in your mouth, a secret thrill running through you. Smiling to yourself, you settled in with your friends, the events of the previous night lingering in your mind like a forbidden fantasy. As the evening wore on and the fire crackled, you excused yourself once more, this time heading towards the ladies’ room to freshen up. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of last night, feeling a strange sense of empowerment. You hid in the stall again, waiting until you were certain he had left. The anticipation of seeing him, of the possible recognition, kept your heart racing. When you finally stepped out and made your way back to your friends, you felt a mix of relief and excitement, knowing that the memory of that night would always hold a special, secret place in your mind.
Leashed and Lustful: Sissy Ruff Ruff’s Oral Training
Goddess Lana strolled through the lush forest paths of the secluded Camp Sissyboi, the sea breeze rustling the leaves around them. She held a leather leash in her hand, the end of which was attached to a delicate collar around the neck of her loyal pet, Sissy Ruff Ruff. Dressed in a skimpy, feminized version of a dog costume, Sissy Ruff Ruff crawled on all fours, their eyes full of adoration and submission. Goddess Lana’s presence was commanding, her dark hair cascading down her back, her eyes glinting with mischief and authority. Sissy Ruff Ruff, with their delicate features and feminine curves, followed obediently, the leash taut between them. The camp had grown used to the sight of Sissy Ruff Ruff, often seen sniffing around and occasionally relieving themselves in the bushes, imitating a female dog in heat. Today, as they walked, a ruggedly handsome camper approached them. His eyes lingered on Sissy Ruff Ruff before shifting to Goddess Lana with a curious and somewhat eager expression. “Excuse me, ma’am,” he began, his voice low and respectful. “I couldn’t help but notice your pet. Do you think… your pet dog would pleasure me in the woods?” Goddess Lana’s lips curled into a knowing smile. She glanced down at Sissy Ruff Ruff, who looked back with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Well, that depends,” she replied smoothly. “I must come along to ensure my pet performs to my satisfaction. Do you agree to that?” The man nodded eagerly, his anticipation evident. “Absolutely.” Goddess Lana led them deeper into the woods until they found a secluded clearing. She commanded Sissy Ruff Ruff to sit, then turned to the man, gesturing for him to lower his pants. He did so, his erection springing free, already glistening at the tip with pre-cum. “Sissy Ruff Ruff,” Goddess Lana purred, “today you will please this gentleman. Follow my instructions carefully.” She positioned her pet before the man, their nose inches away from his member. The scent of sweat and arousal filled Sissy Ruff Ruff’s nostrils, sending a thrill down their spine. “First, start by licking the tip,” Goddess Lana instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. Sissy Ruff Ruff extended their tongue, hesitantly at first, then more eagerly as they tasted the salty pre-cum. The man groaned softly, encouraging them to continue. “Good. Now, take him into your mouth, just the head,” Lana continued. Sissy Ruff Ruff complied, their lips wrapping around the sensitive tip, sucking gently. The man’s hand found its way to the back of their head, his fingers tangling in their hair. “That’s it, go deeper now, but take your time,” Goddess Lana guided. “Use your tongue to explore every ridge and vein.” Sissy Ruff Ruff did as told, sliding the man’s length deeper into their mouth, their tongue swirling around the shaft, feeling every pulsing vein. “Use one hand to stroke the base while you suck,” Lana instructed, her eyes gleaming with pride as she watched her pet perform. Sissy Ruff Ruff’s hand wrapped around the base of the man’s erection, their movements synchronized with the bobbing of their head. The man’s breathing grew ragged, his hips beginning to thrust slightly. “You’re doing so well, Sissy Ruff Ruff,” Lana cooed. “Now, take him as deep as you can. Let him feel your throat.” Sissy Ruff Ruff took a deep breath and relaxed their throat, allowing the man to slide further in until he was fully engulfed. The taste of him filled their mouth, a heady mix of musk and salt. They could feel him twitching, the tension building as he neared climax. “Prepare yourself, my pet. He’s close,” Goddess Lana warned. “When he releases, swallow every drop.” With a final, deep thrust, the man groaned loudly, his hot semen flooding Sissy Ruff Ruff’s mouth. They swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste and the sensation of the thick liquid sliding down their throat. The man’s hand tightened momentarily in their hair before he relaxed, panting heavily. “Good job, Sissy Ruff Ruff,” Goddess Lana praised, stroking her pet’s head. “You may clean him up now.” Sissy Ruff Ruff licked the man’s softening member clean, their tongue gently caressing the sensitive skin. Once they were finished, they sat back on their heels, looking up at Goddess Lana with a satisfied smile. The man, still catching his breath, looked at Goddess Lana with gratitude. “That was incredible. Thank you.” Goddess Lana smiled. “You’re welcome. If you ever need our services again, just let us know. We aim to please.” Word of Sissy Ruff Ruff’s talents spread quickly through Camp Sissyboi. Each day, men approached Goddess Lana with requests, eager for their turn with her obedient pet. Sissy Ruff Ruff embraced their role, finding pleasure and purpose in serving the desires of the campers. Each session was a new opportunity to learn, to perfect their skills, and to enjoy the taste and feel of a different man. Click for thumbs down.0Click for thumbs up.0 Reply
A Sissy’s First Time Rimming: You and Alpha Ben
You sat in the cozy living room of your friend Ben’s apartment, the soft hum of a video game filling the air. With your slender frame, long hair, and soft features, you looked every bit the feminine sissy. You had always been a pushover, unable to say no to your friends, especially to Ben, who had a way of making his requests seem both urgent and irresistible. Ben, a ruggedly handsome straight male, was sprawled on the couch, his frustration evident. “Man, I am so horny,” he sighed, running a hand through his short, tousled hair. “Jessie won’t do certain things, you know? She thinks it’s gross.” You looked over, your curiosity piqued. “Like what?” Ben hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking towards you before he continued. “Rimming. She won’t rim me. I’ve heard it’s amazing, and I’m dying to try it.” Your heart raced at his words. The thought of pleasing Ben in such an intimate way sent a shiver down your spine. “I could do it,” you offered hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. Ben sat up, his eyes lighting up with interest. “Really? You’d do that for me?” You nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Yeah, I mean, if it would help…” Ben grinned, standing up and extending his hand to you. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom. It’ll be more comfortable there.” You followed him to the bedroom, your heart pounding in your chest. Once inside, Ben began to undress, his muscular body making your pulse quicken. He lay down on the bed, spreading his legs invitingly. “Alright, get to work,” he said, his tone both commanding and eager. You knelt between his legs, the musky scent of his body filling your nostrils. You hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, your tongue tentatively exploring the area around his hole. The taste was earthy and intense, but you pushed past your initial hesitation, driven by a desire to please Ben. You began to lick around his butt hole, teasing it with the tip of your tongue, feeling the way his body reacted to your touch. You spread his cheeks wider, giving yourself better access as you continued to circle his tight entrance with your tongue, making Ben moan with pleasure. The deeper you delved with your tongue, the more Ben reacted, his moans growing louder and more urgent. You could feel his muscles clenching and relaxing, his body opening up to you as you explored him. You lost yourself in the act, making love to his butt with your mouth, your tongue flicking and swirling inside him. You moved between licking his hole and sucking on his balls, feeling the weight of them in your mouth, the taste salty and musky. Ben’s hand found his cock again, stroking it faster now as you continued to pleasure him. His hips bucked against your face, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, that’s so good,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.” You didn’t need to be told twice. You worked your tongue deeper, feeling him shudder with each movement, your hands spreading his cheeks wider. The connection between you grew more intense, your own arousal building as you pleasured him. You could feel his climax approaching, the tension in his body reaching its peak. Finally, with a deep, guttural moan, Ben came, his hot semen spurting out, coating his hand and his stomach. You continued to lick and rim him through his orgasm, savoring every moment. As his breathing slowed, you pulled back, your face flushed with arousal and satisfaction. Ben looked down at you, a satisfied grin on his face. “That was amazing,” he said, his voice still breathless. “You did great.” You smiled, feeling a deep sense of pride and pleasure. “I’m glad you liked it,” you replied, your own arousal still simmering. Ben sat up, pulling you into a hug. “We’ll definitely have to do this again,” he said, his tone promising future encounters. “You’re the best.” You hugged him back, your heart swelling with happiness. The experience had been intense, intimate, and incredibly satisfying. You knew that this was just the beginning of a new, exciting dynamic between you and Ben, one that you were eager to explore further.
Caught in the Act: Ron’s Weekly Deed for Goddess Lana
Ron sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting nervously as he glanced at his girlfriend, Sally. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a playful smirk on her lips. “So, you want me to swallow, huh?” Sally teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Ron swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, it would be really hot.” Sally’s smirk widened. “Alright, Ron. I’ll do it, but on one condition.” Ron looked at her expectantly, his heart pounding. “What’s that?” “You have to swallow your own first.” Ron’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected this twist. “Wait, what?” “You heard me. If you want me to swallow, you have to do it too. Think you can handle that?” Sally’s tone was challenging, but there was a glint of excitement in her eyes. Ron hesitated, the thought both arousing and intimidating him. Finally, he nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Sally walked over to the bed, her smile turning softer, more encouraging. “Good boy. Now, let’s get you in position.” Ron laid back on the bed, legs spread as Sally knelt between them. She took him into her mouth, her warm tongue swirling expertly. Ron’s breath hitched, his body tensing with pleasure. Sally worked him skillfully, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Just as he was about to climax, she pulled back, guiding his hand to his own erection. “Finish yourself off, Ron. Aim for your mouth.” Ron took a deep breath, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He began stroking himself, his eyes locked with Sally’s. She watched him intently, her own desire evident. Finally, he reached his peak, his release spurting into his open mouth. He swallowed, the taste and the act itself sending a shiver down his spine. Sally grinned, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Good job, Ron. You did it.” Unbeknownst to them, their neighbor, Lana, had been watching through the window. She had moved in next door a few months ago, a stunning woman with a penchant for mischief. She had always found Ron attractive and had taken a special interest in him. When she saw the intimate scene unfold, she couldn’t resist capturing it on her phone. The next day, Lana approached Ron as he was taking out the trash. She sauntered up to him, her phone in hand, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Hey, Ron,” she purred. “I saw something interesting yesterday.” Ron frowned, confused. “What are you talking about, Lana?” Lana held up her phone, showing him the pictures she had taken. Ron’s face drained of color as he saw himself in the compromising position. “Lana, what the hell? Why did you take these?” Lana’s smile turned wicked. “Because it turned me on, Ron. And now, you’re going to do it for me once a week.” Ron shook his head, panic rising in his chest. “No way. I’m not doing that.” Lana’s eyes hardened. “If you don’t, I’ll show everyone these pictures. Your friends, your family, everyone.” Ron stared at her, the weight of the situation sinking in. He was trapped. “Fine,” he muttered, defeated. “I’ll do it.” Lana’s smile returned, satisfied. “Good boy. We’ll start tonight. Don’t keep me waiting.” That evening, Ron found himself in the same position as before, but this time with Lana watching. Sally, unaware of Lana’s blackmail, thought it was just another intimate moment between them. As Ron brought himself to climax and swallowed again, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of shame and strange excitement. Week after week, the routine continued. Lana would watch and occasionally join in, her presence adding an illicit thrill to the act. Sally remained blissfully unaware, enjoying the newfound kink with Ron. As the weeks turned into months, Ron found himself both dreading and craving the weekly sessions, the line between pleasure and humiliation blurring more with each passing day.