The story that you are about to read happened to me. At that time I still thought that I was a man haha. Good reading sisters
When I was 20, a handsome and masculine young man, I thought I had it all popularity, success with women, an aura of heterosexuality. But deep down, I knew the truth. I was a sissy, a cock-hungry faggot in denial. My "relapses" were becoming more frequent, those moments when I couldn't resist the urge to seek out cock.
One such occasion found me in a seedy sex shop, lustfully eyeing a delicate lace babydoll that I couldn't afford. The middle-aged, sweat-soaked owner, a repugnant mixture of fat and acne scars, approached me with a lecherous grin. "Care to try it on in one of our private rooms, handsome?" he leered, his hand brushing my ass.
Against my better judgment, I followed him into a dimly lit, fetid stall. As I stripped and shimmied into the babydoll, I felt his eyes on my body, undressing me with his gaze. Emboldened, I opened the door and struck a pose. "Well?" I purred. "Slutty," he growled. His hands roamed my body, calloused and repulsive, yet they sparked a flame of shameful desire in my core.
"I love it," I sighed, "but it's out of my price range." I placed my hand on the growing bulge in his pants and batted my eyelashes. "Maybe we can work something out?"
With a predatory smile, he led me back into the stall, locking the door behind us. I sank to my knees, unzipping his fly and freeing his tiny, flaccid cock. I looked up at him pleadingly as I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his pathetic prick.
Just then, the bell over the shop door chimed. The owner hushed me and stepped out, returning a moment later. "A client," he explained. "But don't worry, sweetheart. You're not going anywhere."
He reached under the counter and pulled out a huge, veined black dildo, covered in bite marks and slobber. "The whores who've sucked this have no idea how good they had it," he sneered, pushing me onto all fours.
I braced myself as he shoved the massive toy into my stretched hole, pounding me mercilessly as he verbally demolished my fragile masculinity. "You're nothing but a little bitch, aren't you? A pathetic sissy slut."
My orgasm crashed over me, my babydoll soaked with cum as I spasmed on the floor. The owner pulled out the dildo, holding his dribbling cock to my lips. "Clean it up, whore."
I slurped and suckled at his pathetic prick like a newborn at a teat, drinking down spurt after pitiful spurt of his foul cum. As he left to attend to his customer, I knelt there in my shame and soiled babydoll, the black dildo lying discarded beside me. A moment later, he returned with the lingerie and dildo in hand.
"Keep these as a reminder of what you are," he said with a wink. "See you next time, sissy."
Shaken and humiliated, I stumbled out of the shop, the babydoll tucked under my arm and the giant dildo hidden in my bag, trophies of my sissification. As I walked home, I couldn't help but fantasize about my next visit to the shop, already craving my next dose of semen and shame.
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