Hullo :o)
I've recently found a way to achieve multiple orgasms.
Yeah, I'm a guy.

This could take a while (I'm drinking, and feeling a bit chatty), so you might want to finish what you came here for and read this afterwards.
If you're even interested.

First off, it's not that muscle control thing where you just cum once, like normal, but you can let it out in "lumps". This is a series of distinctly seperate "endings" followed by a god almighty "finish" over the course of a few minutes. I've done this on 3 different occasions now, so it is a real thing, not just something hinky that happened once. And I can't really see any way of putting it to use with anyone else; it's pretty much a one man job, I'm afraid.

A quick bit of background, I suppose.
I needed a bit of cheering up, because nobody's going to be interested in a sad, boring, glum little fuck, are they. And I needed to feel a bit happier about myself, because if I don't like me then why the fuck would anyone else bother. Since there's nothing that makes me happier than "pretty" does, I thought I'd have a go at it myself and try being a sissy, for a little while at least.
And, yeah, it has worked. I'm feeling much happier and smilier now.
If I can just remember that I'm single now BEFORE I'm halfway home again, I might even get around to chatting up one of the boys or girls at the supermarket.

Anyhoo, on to the main event. I'd got myself dressed up all girly one morning, with my knob tucked away and panties pulled up really tight to keep it there and started watching some of those sissy hypno trainer thingees. My knob was kind of bent around in almost a full circle with the tip right back up against the base of my ballbag. It couldn't really get hard, just sit, squashed in there, twitching and leaking.

Those sissy hypno thingees are quite fascinating, and time sure does fly when you're having fun... ummm, yeah, ok, it was about 9 hours later. I'd worked myself up into quite a state and really, REALLY needed to finish. I was kneeling up on my seat, possibly leaning forwards to kiss or lick the screen at apropriate times (possibly; I can neither confirm nor deny that at this particular time), with a hand shoved down the front of my panties kind of just stroking and squishing myself with my fingertips in a girly sort of way when I came. It was a definite cum, not as good as you'd expect after 9 hours work, but a definite cum. I didn't really feel like I'd completely finished though. So I kept on going. I was still "up there", you know, still close, so about a minute or so later it happened again. And I kept going. Straight through a "WTF?" (I'm going to call it a half) and on to a real FINISH!

I was feeling rather happy at this point. (Well, you can imagine, can't you.) My legs had gone to sleep so I kind of fell off the chair onto the floor a little bit, giggling quietly to myself as I tried not to pass out, and dragged myself into the lounge for a smoke. I certainly felt completely finished (and soaked), but by the time I'd rolled myself a smoke I'd kind of realised that even without any makeup there was something I could put on my face to make me prettier. And would be a shame to have eaten all those pineapple chunks for nothing.
This one took a good 3 minutes (including crawling and smoke-rolling time).
So I'd call that 4.5 within about 6-8 minutes.

I staggered off for a quick look in the mirror (mmmm, so pretty) before collapsing in the shower. I may have been giggling and licking my fingers before I finally did pass out, I really couldn't venture to speak on the matter without a... oh, alright then, maybe a little bit.

Well, that was fun.

From subsequent experimentation I've found - it only takes about an hour or two to get worked up enough; I do need to be kneeling, or on my back with my legs in the same relative position; if I let myself get even the slightest bit hard it's only going to be a single finish (usually a pretty epic one, mind you); and it doesn't happen every single time no matter what I do (3/5 attempts so far).
I've never actually passed out again, but I do get damn close every time (that buzzy, tingly feeling and all those grey blotchy things popping up to say hullo are just part of the fun - you'll be fine).

You'll be fine? Ah, yeah. I'm kind of hoping that at least some of you will try this for yourselves and let us know how you got on (If only to break up the monotony of all the "faggot" and "tldr" replys I'm likely to get).
I'd fucking hate to be the only one who can do this, ya know. That would just suck arse.

Confession: I fucked 2 Asian sisters and got head from her mixed race daughter. The story begins like this.
Once when I was single, was browsing profiles on POF and came across a very hot Asian chick posing with her mom.
Upon reading her profile I learned that she was 19, so her mom must have been in her 40's, which was my age.
The young girl had made it clear that she did not want any messages from older perverts, 30 was her age limit for dating men.
Not being able to help myself from at least making an attempt to establish contact, I decided to send her a message and compliment her mom.
Telling her that I realized that I am too old to date her, but her mom is hot as hell, and if she is available, I would like to date her mom.
She replied the next day with lots of questions, such as what type of work did I do, am I married, looks, photos, etc...
She got my phone number and the next thing you know mom calls me up to talk. After talking for about 10 minutes, we decided to meet after work one day in a grocery store parking lot.
We met, and she was a very fine older Vietnamese woman, married to a much older guy, and neglected.
She was petite with long black hair, red lips and fingernails, and dressed in shorts and a tank top, without a bra, which revealed 2 perfect round mango shaped breasts.
I knew instantly that this wasn't going to be a normal first date.
She wanted to sit in my van and talk, not go anywhere, but park behind the grocery store and talk.
It began to rain cats and dogs, and it was perfect, because she reached down and grabbed my semi erect cock and gave me a blowjob worth writing home about.
That was the beginning of our short term affair that only lasted about 3 months. We would get together once or twice a week and fuck like rabbits, but I was wanting more time with her, I wanted to fuck her everyday, at least 4-5 days a week would have been good.
She told me that she could not keep it going as her hubby was starting to get suspicious and I lived 30 miles away, she was driving to my house each time, and it had become cumbersome.
I understood her plight, and we separated amicably, with constant texts and loving phone conversations.
She had once mentioned that she had a younger sister, about 5 years younger that me, at 40 years old.
That is a very good age for fucking Asian women. They are in their sexual prime at 40 in my opinion.
Anyway, one night she called me and started asking if I could keep a secret, and she already knew the answer, but she asked again.
It dawned on me, and I said to her, " you're hooking me up with your sister aren't you". She was like, how did you guess? Her serious tone of voice and concern for my blueballs, which she knew I was suffering from gave her away.
A few days later I'm knocking on her sister's door for the first time. I was there to install a screen door, and ended up getting a buzz, eating a home cooked meal, and getting laid.
Her sister was another hot and petite, sexy Vietnamese girl with fake tits. She loved to party, drink and smoke. During the 5 months or so that I was with her, we would fuck everyday, except for when she got too drunk and just passed out.
Her daughter was half white and half Asian and was hotter that hell at 20 years old.
She also liked to drink and smoke and would get shitfaced drunk often.
One night, they were both getting drunk, and mom passed out. Daughter wasted no time getting touchy feely, and asking me to watch a movie with her. I was surprised when she put in a porno in the dvd and came right out and asked if I wanted a blowjob. She sucked me dry and swallowed every drop. After that, I was real nervous to be around them together, as the daughter never took her eyes off of me.
Nerves got the best of me and I decided to stay away, maybe from guilt or the thought of getting caught and murdered by a jealous crazy woman.
I just couldn't be in the same house with them after that and shortly after met a nympho China doll that put them all to shame!

It was hot that summer. Our New Jersey apartment’s window AC unit sometimes worked, but lately the fan was out the converter hose was frozen. Mom and I quickly got over the shame of skin in favor of oscillating relief.

Mom lounged on the couch, sweat dripping down her thick thighs, in a string bikini, sometimes a shirt. The tie strings of the panties cut into her soft waist as she still bought clothes like she was the same size as in her 20s. She’d only gone up a few sizes, and as friends told me, nothing bad about that. Her dark skin freckled, matching the spattering on her nose. Her curly hair shined in the sun coming through the open window.

And I stayed locked in my room.

I was a gamer with a new PS3 slim. A beautiful machine for the time, but there were long load screens, the fan cranked loudly, and it toasted the room like a mini-thermal reactor. Great for winters but not for summer. It made the air stale. But I couldn’t always open the door. Sure, it let in a breeze, but it also exposed me Mom’s watchful eye and it’d look mighty suspicious to suddenly close the door whenever the mood for xvideos struck.

Mom knew to knock. She’d come by to ask about dinner or to collect laundry when she was in the mood to clean or sometimes just out of boredom. We were close. But she always commented, “It’s a sweatbox in here! How about letting the air circulate?”

“I don’t want to bother you with my games.”

“This door is like plywood. I can hear all your cursing and gunfire out here.”

I froze for a second to imagine if she heard anything else for when I wanted audio and visual stimulation or just the schlick schlick schlick of a lubed up hand.

She collected some laundry off the ground and saw a blu-ray. This was back when blu-ray players weren’t household items but newish technology, slowly replacing DVD. She also didn’t know much about the PS3 other than it was loud and hot and my main obsession. “Why do you have this?” she asked. It was Avatar, something we saw in theaters together last year.

“Friend lent it to me.”

“They don’t work in DVD players, right?”

“The PS3 has a blu-ray player.”

She wasn’t in a shirt today, just the tan-wear bikini, and she ran over and dive-bomb hugged me on the bed. Knocked the controller right out of my hands. Nathan Drake died and a game over screen splashed up.

“Why?” I mumbled into her clavicle as my chin pushed into a soft breast.

“I stupidly bought a bunch of movies at Wal-Mart thinking they were DVDs because I didn’t look closely and they were like two bucks. I thought I’d have to sell them, but now we can actually watch them. Drag that thing out here and I’ll make the popcorn.”

My mom might’ve been the last person to own a CRT TV, those giant boxy ones with a lead plate behind the screen so it weighed 50 pounds. It had color components, but not even the HD ones (blue, green, red) and my cable was packed away in the underwear drawer under a secret vibrator I used during special fantasies. It’d work but standard def? My eyes couldn’t handle that anymore (also why I liked being cooped up in my room rather than out there sweating with her).

“Hold on,” I said. “It won’t work on that TV. It’s too old,” I lied. “It uses the new HDMI stuff. We’ll have to watch in here.”

My room was a typical college kid’s room. A bed, a dresser, and a mess. If I kicked aside the dirty clothes, there was just enough room between the closet and the bed for push-ups or a kitchen chair. I thought she’d drag one in.

Instead she scooched me over on the twin bed. We were both hanging off the sides as the movie popped on with all the coming attractions. So we rearranged where she was against the headboard, sitting up straight, and I lay on her stomach, oily from thick lotion rubbed in. I didn’t mind it at all. She rested her hands on my chest as we waited for the menu to be available. The long black nails. The slight wrinkle. How they instinctively moved in little circles on my shirt....

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Read the rest at http://readyourporn.tumblr.com, ya filthy animals. ;)

Were you raped or otherwise forced to engage in sex you didn't want? I was I guess, and I'm a man.

I grew up in a small town dominated by the church, and I was driving off to college when I passed by an adult bookstore sign on the highway and was intrigued so I decided to stop. When I went in, the entrance went right by the little booths and I stopped to take a look because they had a picture posted of the video available inside. (It was only one movie per booth back then.)

I wanted to see a movie, but it required tokens and I was embarassed to ask for any. (I was just over 18, and looked like I was 16 tops. I weighed all of around 120 pounds.) I was about to walk away, when this big trucker guy said "come watch the movie with me."

The stalls sat two people, so I decided that would be okay. I should have thought more, but I was pretty innocent. I had literally seen a Playboy once an not much else. (This was in the 1970s.) I wanted to see that stag film, so I went in.

He shut and locked the door, and filled the machine with coins. A girl appeared on the screen with a black guy, and over the course of the next few minutes they proceeded to strip each other down and then she got on her knees and put this flaccid black cock in her mouth.
(I remember she kind of raw and skanky and was unshaven and had this big bush. Again, this was the 70's. Nothing like the few girls I had seen in Playboy. It was trashy and hot and it was blowing my mind. When she started sucking him and his dick started to get big, and I was a bit in a trance watching it.

Pretty soon i looked over an my booth buddy had his zipper open and he was playing with himself, which shocked me, and I almost left, but my own dick had gotten hard and I didn't want to walk out of the store like that so I decided to wait. I tried not to watch him jerking off, but couldn't not. (We were so close our legs were touching.)

Pretty soon, he says why I don't I jerk off too and says there's no shame in and the door was locked.

I was apprehensive, but at that point I was in a dirty movie booth with a guy jerking off and a girl onscreen sucking off a black man. All bets were off, so I opened my jeans and pulled my cock out, and he immediately started grabbing it which freaked me out. I tried to pull away, but he tells me relax again and it's a bit menacing, but it felt good, so I just stopped moving and let him go.

I came in about two minutes, and the guys hand was a mess but he just wiped it on the wall which was gross. Then he said it was his turn and reaches for my hand. I was frankly afraid not to do it so I touched him and started fumbling, but I guess I was frustrating him not satisfying him, because pretty quick his hand is over mine, and then he grabbed my neck and pulled me down.

I tried to push off, and he slapped me hard, then grabbed my hair and said something "like you got yours, now you finish me boy." He pushed me into his lap and basically fucked my throat. It hurt and it was humiliating and when he finished he came in the back of my throat and I almost threw up. He laughed.

I was crying, but he told me I enjoyed it and pointed out that I had another hardon. (I was mortified, but I did.) He opened the door, pushed my out the door and walked out behind me. I stood there just shocked.

Pretty quickly I realized guys were looking, and I was standing in the middle of the hallway crying with a my pants undone and a hard dick. I panicked and just ran out the door to my car. I heard the laughter as I left which was stinging, and it was worse when I realized I had cum all over my shirt.

I've thought about that a lot of times over the years, and I hate that guy but still find it to be one of the hottest things that ever happened to me. I've been back in those theatres since, but not for years after this happened.
Bloopster

I'm looking for a vid that I used to find easily on here but can't anymore. webcam masturbation vid with a girl lying across the far end of the bed with her legs to the left of the screen. her mum walks in on her "what are you doing?" and the girl says something like "nothing." there's a pause of a second or two as the mum works out what her naked daughter has been doing then says "disgusting" in a shame giving way.
I love "caught" vids like that so many thanks to anyone if they can find it.

Had an earlier version of this story I wrote in a different post, but decided to re-post here so it didn't get lost in the piles of old threads:

Emily had just turned 14 the day before. Now she found herself bent over a desk at the front of the room in her 8th grade health class. Her shirt was pulled up around her neck, and her small, puffy breasts were hanging over the edge of the desk. Her dress was flipped up and her panties pulled down around her ankles. She was a randomly selected volunteer for that day's experiment: qualitatively and quantitatively assessing the human physiological response to sexual stimuli.

The teacher had his large hand on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and wiping her asshole with a soft, damp sponge. He said to the class, "I need someone to come up here and administer the stimulation. Who wants to volunteer?" All the boys in the class raised their hands, while the girls looked down at their desks or giggled to themselves, keeping their arms down. "I need a female volunteer, that way Chelsea won't feel so self-conscious. Anna, why don't you come up here and help?"

Anna, 13 years old, a small, shy brunette walked to the front of the class and looked down at her shoes. One of the boys yelled, "Haha, Anna's a lesbo!" The teacher retorted, "We'll not have any outbursts in this class. This is an educational experience and we're doing this for the sake of knowledge." He turned to Anna. "Okay, Anna, start off by applying gentle pressure to her anus and see how she responds." Hesitantly, Anna took her finger and ran it over Emily's asshole. Emily's anal muscles spasmed slightly at the feeling, causing Anna to pull away in surprise. The teacher said, "It's, okay, nothing to be frightened of. Everyone, record that reaction in your notes. Anna, put some of this lubricant on your thumb and press on Emily's anus until you're just able to penetrate it."

As Anna took her lubed thumb and pressed, Emily's face flushed with embarrassment. When Anna's thumb finally entered her asshole, her expression changed to one of shock and surprise, quickly inhaling and emitting a small moan. "Very good Anna," said her teacher, "now I want you to take your free fingers and slowly massage Emily's vulva." Emily She closed her eyes in shame, feeling her pussy quickly growing wetter as Anna executed the command.

"Okay," said the teacher, "I want everyone to come up here and get a close look at what's happening." The other students gathered in close. The teacher grabbed one of Emily's breasts and angled it toward the rest of the students. "Notice how her skin is becoming more flush and the tissue in her breasts is swelling slightly as she becomes more aroused? Henry, come over here and get your face in between Emily's legs. Can you see how the same thing is happening to her genitals? Take a good whiff and see if you can smell the secretions her vagina is producing." Henry, a blonde, slight boy of 13 did as he was told. "Yuck! It smells gross!" He quickly pulled his head back from between Emily's legs. The teacher looked at Henry, amused. "It's an acquired taste, but you'll come to appreciate it. Anna, thanks for your help. There is some hand sanitizer on my desk for you to use." Anna pulled her thumb out of Emily's butt, much to Emily's relief.

"Okay," said the teacher, "now that we've conducted some initial qualitative observations, let's collect some quantitative data.” He produced from his desk a device similar in shape to a rabbit vibrator. “What I have here is a vaginal pressure and moisture sensor with an attached clitoral stimulator.” The teacher spread Emily's pussy lips and inserted the device, aligning the outer branch of the device directly next to her clit. He leaned down next to her ear and said in a consoling voice, “It's okay Emily, I know this is probably a little embarrassing, but just try to relax and enjoy yourself so we can gather some good data.” He stood up and addressed the rest of the class. “The device is connected to the laptop on my desk. We'll use that to control the amount of stimulation applied and it will display the Emily's vaginal contractions on a graph, where we have time on the x-axis and intensity of the contraction on the y-axis.”

He clicked on the computer's control screen and turned the clit vibrator up to 10%. The students alternated between watching the flickers of pleasure and embarrassment on Emily's face and the graph showing a slowly increasing moisture level and only small, occasional vaginal contractions. “Okay,” said the teacher, “what's everyone's hypothesis for what will happen to moisture levels and contraction intensity when I increase the stimulation?” In a bored voice, indicating the students' frustration with such an obvious question, they said in unison, “they'll increase...”

The teacher increased the vibration intensity to 50%. The sudden jolt caused Emily to twitch, and after a few seconds, she closed her eyes and began breathing more heavily. “Very good,” said the teacher, “the graph confirms your hypotheses.” Let's see what happens when we introduce an outside impulse stimulus. He leaned over and whispered something to Tony, the 14 year old boy standing next to him. “Everyone watch the graph as I count down. 3, 2, 1, now.” Tony spanked Emily's ass with an open hand, causing her emit a small moan as her body tensed. “Everyone see that big pulse on the contraction part of the graph? That's from Tony's impulse stimulus. Okay, Tony, please increase the stimulation to 100%.”

Tony clicked on the control application and the room filled with the sound of the vibrator buzzing firmly against Emily's clit. Within seconds, her leg began to shake. The convulsions worked their way up her body until she was completely within the throes of an intense, aura inducing orgasm. “Everyone watch: see how strong the vaginal contractions become during orgasm? This is an indication of female pleasure and can also bring intense pleasure to a male partner during intercourse.” Very few students were in fact watching; most of the male students struggled to hide their erections, while the female students watched with glee as the boys fiddled to position their hard-ons in a less conspicuous manner.

“Alright. Thank you, Emily, you've been a wonderful volunteer. You can go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. Take the rest of the class period the recover and get your notes from someone else to take home for the homework assignment.” Emily pulled the vaginal sensor out with a small queef, which prompted laughter from the rest of the class. She would have blushed if she could have, but her face was already flush from her recent quaking orgasm. She pulled her shirt back on, flipped her skirt down, and walked as quickly as she could from the room.

“For the rest of you still here, I want to you pair up into teams of two, one boy and one girl in each. We're going to recreate what you just saw with Emily, but this time each boy will assess the vaginal contractions of his female partner using his own handy, built-in pressure sensor. To start off, each boy will need an erection. Please pull down your drawers, gentlemen, and let your partner inspect your state of rigidity. Girls, if your partner is not fully erect, apply gentle oral stimulation until he is. Be gentle though, as some of these guys may be quite sensitive and we don't want to cause a premature ejaculation. If he is, go ahead and give his scrotum a lick, just so he doesn't feel left out.”

All the boys stood next to their desks while the girls kneeled in front of them. Some were hesitant to look when their partner produced his penis, but eventually all the girls worked up the courage to touch the mostly hairless cocks in front of them. Most of the boys were still sporting boners that are the product of youth, though a few had lost them out of shy nervousness. The teacher walked around to confirm that each girl was applying proper suction to her partner's penis or was licking his balls until they were ready to move on. “Everyone, raise your hand if your team is ready to move on to the next part of the activity. Okay, it looks like we can go ahead.”

Standing at the front of the room, the teacher said, “Girls, I want to you bend over your desk like you saw Emily doing earlier. Please either pull down your pants or pull your skirts up and remove your panties so your partner has clear access to your vagina. Also, please raise your hand if you've had your first period already.” About two thirds of the girls raised their hands. The teacher went around and handed condoms to their male partners. “The school is short on funding, as always, so only the boys who are with girls at risk of getting pregnant are going to use condoms today.”

“Boys, with the help of your partner, I want you to penetrate your partner's vagina. Do NOT thrust once you get inside. I know you want to, but if you do, I'm sure a good number of you won't last long and you'll miss the point of this experiment—we want you to be able to properly feel the vaginal spasms of the female orgasm when it comes.” The boys awkwardly attempted to enter the girls in front of them, some having an easier time than others, but all eventually finding their way in.

“Girls, once you have your teammate's penis fully inside you, start rubbing yourself however you like in a way that will allow you to achieve orgasm. If you're having difficulty, let me know and I'll do what I can to help.” The group of girls, ranging from 12 to 14 years old, now fully accommodating a range of small, solid penises inside them, reached between their legs and began frigging themselves. Some of the more adventurous girls occasionally groped their partners' smooth balls, while all the boys tried their very best to keep fight the urge to grind against the girl in front of them.

Eventually some of the girls began to moan, and could feel themselves approaching their goal. Stephanie was the first to find herself falling into an orgasm, and as she did, her 13 year old pussy muscles clamped furiously around her partner's cock. Tim had been thinking about baseball and dead penguins when he was jerked back to reality as he was milked hard and fast by Stephanie's pulsing pussy. It was too much for him and he felt a sudden tightness and then a wave of pleasure as he ejaculated deep inside her.

This scene repeated itself again and again until only one team was left, a 12 year old girl and her 13 year old partner. Aimee called the teacher over and explained to him that she'd never orgasmed before and wasn't exactly sure how. “It's okay, not a problem. Let me see if I can help you.” The teacher positioned himself under the pair of students. He had also noticed that her partner, Henry, the boy who had been less than thrilled with the smell of pussy, had begun to lose his erection, so he alternated between licking Aimee's clit and tonguing the crease of Henry's balls and the bit of his shaft not completely burried in the young girl's twat. As Henry's erection returned, the teacher focused his entire attention on Aimee's tiny clit and firm, peach fuzz-covered labia, holding her skinny thighs to give himself leverage. The girl squirmed slightly, but eventually found a spot she liked and pressed back against her teacher's probing tongue. Soon enough, she too began to quake and gasped suddenly as her insides began pulsing around Henry's cock. She could feel Henry's cum fill her up while her teacher gradually lessened his attack. She collapsed on her desk and let out a quiet sigh.

The teacher returned to the front of the room and looked out at the boys leaned over their young female partners, hips tightly against their firm asses covered with tiny goose bumps as their cocks wilted and slowly fell out of the tiny, dripping pussies. “Good job all. Class dismissed.”

What is a sissy?

Being A Sissy Slut

There are many types of “faggots” in the world (and thank goodness there are, right men?). There are the macho types, muscle guys, cowboys, panty boys, and men on the down-low. And then there are sissy faggots. Sissy faggots are a bit different. On the outside a sissy faggot is soft and feminine. Usually they are smooth from head to toe and dressed like a total slut. But a sissy fag sucks cock and gets fucked like the biggest queer you have ever met! Completely insatiable, sissies are constantly seeking out cock and cum. Their eagerness to please and unquenchable desire for cock make them among the most desirable of faggot bottoms.

Why Be A Sissy?

But why be a sissy? Why not just be a fag? Either way you get to please cock and get loads and loads of cum. So why go to all the trouble of getting smooth, putting on make-up and getting dressed like a prostitute walking the streets for cock? Because it’s a calling. Its who you are inside. Its who you have always been. Its who you were born to be. Most gurls have always known they weren’t “real men”. Even as kids they felt their true feminine persona coming out. Many have spent years trying to hide it, pretending to be “macho” and masculine but knowing deep down they were just putting on a front. It was a front they could not maintain. Some recognize who they are early on and give in. But eventually you become who you are meant to be. For a gurl it’s becoming a sissy slut.

It became so obvious to you when, no matter how hard you tried, you kept finding yourself thinking of cock. Not just sucking it like a fag boy, but being fucked as a sexy gurl! When you watched porn you imagined yourself the girl. You watched the GGs on the screen and wished you were in their place and not the man fucking her. Especially interracial porn. You so long to be the white slut being pounded by that big black stud!!!! You feel him in your loins. You know your place is under his powerful body receiving his cock and begging him to cum in you and make you a total slut. This is the calling a sissy feels. This is the natural instinct that makes her who she is.

It’s A Calling

When a gurl feels her true self calling the only way she can be happy is to obey. She can no more deny who she is than the sun can deny who she is. She has been chosen. Merely finding a man and getting “fucked in the ass” is not enough. Oh it feels good to taste that cock and receive its ejaculate in your bum, but that’s not who you are. Its not what you were born to do. You have a pussy, not an ass. And you need that pussy bred. You need to be fucked as a gurl. A gurl understands that there is a difference between when a man fucks another man in his ass and when a man fucks a feminized man in his pussy. The man he fucks may feel, and rightfully so, he is the equal of the man fucking him and as such also deserves some pleasure from the sex. A feminized man, a sissy faggot, knows his/her place is at the end of a man’s dick and her only purpose is to make that cock ejaculate. She is not a man, but a sissy fuck toy created for real men to use. And she luvs her purpose!!!!!

The Purpose Of Sissy Sluts

A sissy doesn’t see her place in life as a burden. Not at all. She revels in her position as cum rag for men. A sissy is happiest when she is exhausted and filled with the semen of many, many men. What appalls and shocks a GG, a sissy welcomes eagerly. She lives for cock. She craves cum. There is no sexual request she will deny a real man. She is a complete and total whore. Sissies genuinely luv cock. With all of their hearts they truly luv it. Every single cock. They show it in how they suck a dick. Its in their eyes as their lips make luv to that dick. A sissy never just puts the head in her mouth, closes her eyes, and bobs her head up and down a few times hoping its over soon. That’s for GGs. A sissy takes that cock and shows it the luv a new mamma shows her babies. She kisses it, sucks it, licks it, and caresses it. She truly luvs that dick. Its because she is a sissy and its in her nature. Its what she was born to be.

Sexy Slutting

But it goes beyond that. Sissies luv to look sexy for men. They luv to make themselves feminine and gurly. They seek to hide their masculinity as much as possible to make themselves more attractive to men. They know they aren’t men and do not deserve to look in any way like one. Lots of make-up is used to hide their masculine shame and give as slutty a look as possible. Sissies luv to wear sexy clothes, especially lingerie. Anything that gives easy access to their pussy is preferable. Slutty heels and accessories complete the look. The look designed to bring cocks to attention and alert men that a slut is there and looking for dick. She doesn’t groan like a man when she takes a cock deep inside of her. A sissy moans like the bitch she is. She squeals like a gurl. She arches her back when she is getting it from behind. She wears heels when she has her legs spread and a man between them fucking her. She luvs the way her painted nails look wrapped around an extra thick black dong. She luvs being a gurl who takes dick like a faggot.

Downlow Men And Big Black Cock

Finally, being a sissy means lots of really good cock! “Straight” men luv the sissy pussy. Married men in particular luv having a gurl suck their cock and then fucking them in their sissy cunts. Two things the wife usually won’t do. Oh and black men, oh they so luv sissy pussy!!! Black men luv being serviced by a feminized white faggot bitch. A size-queen can find more than enough satisfaction as a sissy slut. Down-low brothers luv to sit back and let some white sissy whore provide pleasure to their cocks. Its hard not to feel like a total sissy whore when you are looking up at some sexy black brother with his dick in your throat while wearing a garter, hose, and heels. Of course, in the new millennium “bi” is the new straight. Men everywhere are discovering the joys of the sissy faggot. No one sucks dick with more energy and no one luvs being fucked harder. And unlike when they fuck a GG, a sissy doesn’t care about being their girlfriend and she will never call and say she is pregnant no matter how much he comes in her. And a sissy never says “no”. She always wants his dick.

Not everyone can be a true sissy. Putting on a pair of panties and sucking a dick isn’t being a sissy. Its not really something you just decide to be. Its really about being who you are. Anyone can be a cock sucker or a faggot bottom. A sissy is something a person is born to be. It is in a gurls DNA. To be a sissy is to realize your true self. She was born to put on make-up, dress like a whore, find men, and take cum. A sissy was born so real men could have a tight, hot, wet place to ejaculate. When a sissy knows and accepts this she has found her place in the world and her purpose in life. Serving that purpose is the only thing that makes her happy. It completes her. It is who she was born to be.

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On the Christmas eve of 2012 I was at my family friends house, drinking and eating a roast etc. I had been talking online with my best friends sister for some time prior, casual innocuous talk about boys, school and stuff (BTW I'm 19 and she's 15), and was at her house that night, along with her, her brother and family - along with my family and one other. We all got quite drunk and retired to my friends room; there was a large group but the number started to dwindle as the night went on. After a while my friend passed out and it was just myself, the sister and her brother. We began to watch a movie, all on separate chairs, but a blanket covering myself and the sister. I was quite drunk and playfully stroked her feet and fingered her sock bands, after she extended them onto my lap under the cover - she seemed to be unaffected by this, not registering it at all. Her brother fell asleep on the chair, head tilted back mouth open. We spoke for a short while deliberating over what to do now - both being fairly drunk still. We decided to start another film but put the laptop on the floor and lay down. We were laying in a spoon position - I had to peer over her body to see the screen - but not touching, quite distant from one and other. She was re-adjusting the laptop for a better place and the cable was accidentally pulled - it turned off and it applied complete invisibility to the room. He disembodied voice declared we should go to bed. I thought she was then going to leave to her own room. She did. But returned a few minutes later with a bundle of blankets and resumed the position she was previously in, laying next to me. We didn't talk after that, assuming the guise of attempting to sleep. Throughout this period we would shuffle and accidentally graze or touch one and other. Mistaking cover for her garments I would finger them, hoping her flesh would be perceptible through the fabric. It came to a point where I knew we were facing each other, although completely dark, I could feel her breath and heart beat - it was pacing. I was still quite drunk, and although I knew my friend and his brother were only metres away, I moved closer to her lips. I knew what the implications of my actions could potentially be, but I knew she wanted it and so did I. I rubbed my lip gently against hers to see first if she really did mind, but she remained and instead persed her lips and we kissed; her lips were slightly dry and it started very gently, presumably both knowing how wrong what were doing was. After a few seconds of his I rested my hand on her hips and pulled her a little closer to me, I could tell from the way she extended her hand she was supried to, and definetley not used to, the strength. [I should describe what she looks like: average height but proportional athletic build, nubile perky bum,small a cups, also quite waisty but thin, Half Asian, Glasses, cute face.] We started to kiss as if she was any girl, and the groping followed. For a long while I was cautious, never going under clothing, certainly not going near her breats. After a while started to feel her skin; stomach and lower back. After feeling no objections I moved on to her bum, over clothes. It is the one part I had always had tactile fantasies about (I saw her bum through her semi-transluscent pj bottoms, breifly exposed to intense light rendering them apparently fully translusent, once on a holiday a year and a half before that started our conversations.)I hovered over it registering the perfect and un-suprisingly tough contours of her bum. I squeezed and ran my finger over her crack. She now started to reciprocate the touching, but in a very evidently inexperienced way, flinging her arm around me, limp hugging and the likes. After a while of this enveloping each other, and me spending an inordinate amount of time groping her clothed bum, I decided to put my hand into her trousers and feel her bare ass (during this she was prostrate, facing and kissing me.) It was soft and it felt divine. I ran my hands up and down her - she must have been very aware from my rapidity and force I was making the most of the time - and after a while wanted to atleast get a feel of her tits. I was doing the usual routine of bum to waist and up to the ribs, where I would usually begin to repeat the procedure, but this time continued until I reached the edge of her bra. At this she started and pulled my hand down. After this, I abandoned hope of that and continued as usual. The form was quite small against mine and at lapses of kissing, we would assume lover's positions and in one of them fell aleep. Regrettably. I woke the next morning and she wasn't laying next to me, i walked about the house and it turned out she had gone out. I took this oppurtunity to leave. This has since happened 2 more times and we have remained in virtual contact. If anybody wants to hear I am eager to get it off my chest - this expounding has a distinct taste of shame.