Showing posts with label cock sucker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cock sucker. Show all posts
Saturday, 15 June 2013
Sunday, 31 March 2013
“Are you a sissy cocksucker now?”
“Are you a sissy cocksucker now?”
I couldn't respond. I just looked down. Down towards the floor. Down at my legs and at the black pantyhose that I was wearing. I noticed a run on left left knee... above it, cum stains. There were cum stains on my pleated skirt too.
She repeated the question.
“Yes,” I said softly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes. I'm a cocksucker."
"What kind of cocksucker, Darling?"
Tears started to obscure my vision. "A sissy one... a sissy cocksucker" I whimpered.
"Shhhhh. That's my baby. There is no need to cry. You know, I am so proud of you - so happy that you understand what you are." She tenderly stroked my hair.
"And now that you are a sissy cocksucker, what do you eat?"
I meekly mumbled "I eat sperm.” I heard her sigh softly.
She grabbed my hair and turned my head so that I could see my reflection in the mirror. I met her eyes in the reflection.
“Tell her,” she instructed, “that girl doesn’t believe you. Convince her!”
I looked my reflection in the eyes.
“I eat sperm. I like to eat sperm. I am a sperm-eating sissy cocksucker,” I told myself.
“You are, aren’t you?” I nodded shyly.
“Tell her. She’s not listening. She can’t believe what you are saying.”
“I eat sperm,” I said, my voice growing with self realization and acceptance, “I AM a sperm-eating sissy cocksucker.”
I took a long look at myself and smiled.
I couldn't respond. I just looked down. Down towards the floor. Down at my legs and at the black pantyhose that I was wearing. I noticed a run on left left knee... above it, cum stains. There were cum stains on my pleated skirt too.
She repeated the question.
“Yes,” I said softly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes. I'm a cocksucker."
"What kind of cocksucker, Darling?"
Tears started to obscure my vision. "A sissy one... a sissy cocksucker" I whimpered.
"Shhhhh. That's my baby. There is no need to cry. You know, I am so proud of you - so happy that you understand what you are." She tenderly stroked my hair.
"And now that you are a sissy cocksucker, what do you eat?"
I meekly mumbled "I eat sperm.” I heard her sigh softly.
She grabbed my hair and turned my head so that I could see my reflection in the mirror. I met her eyes in the reflection.
“Tell her,” she instructed, “that girl doesn’t believe you. Convince her!”
I looked my reflection in the eyes.
“I eat sperm. I like to eat sperm. I am a sperm-eating sissy cocksucker,” I told myself.
“You are, aren’t you?” I nodded shyly.
“Tell her. She’s not listening. She can’t believe what you are saying.”
“I eat sperm,” I said, my voice growing with self realization and acceptance, “I AM a sperm-eating sissy cocksucker.”
I took a long look at myself and smiled.
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Splash!
There aren't too many things more fun
than getting your face splashed with jism!
Except, of course, getting your face splashed with lots and lots of jism!
Saturday, 18 December 2010
More Happy Cocksuckers
Enthusiasm is contagious! These lucky gals true appreciate the beautiful cocks that they have available to worship.
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