In the three years since the barber had used my mouth, university had gone well for the most part. I had made some straight guy friends through playing sports, and I ended up living in a house with them for the remainder of my time at uni. The sports, in turn, caused me to put on a bit of muscle. I was by no means bulky, more just athletic now, as opposed to having the frame of a skinny girl like I used to have. I met another girl, Emily, and we hit it off immediately and started going out. 

Throughout this entire time, I never forgot my alter ego, Sissy Ami. I still used to fantasise about being the girl in the pornos I watched, where I would get passed around by big muscular men and used for their pleasure. But when I was having regular sex with Emily, these fantasies disappeared for a little while. I had also kept a much-slimmed-down stash of lingerie, my wig and some basic makeup that was stored back at my now mostly empty parents’ house. I only got to try on lingerie when I was back home during university holidays when my parents were also travelling abroad, and when Emily was not staying over. As you can imagine, the opportunity for me to dress as a girl had mostly disappeared.

Initially, things were great with Emily. Our personalities were a perfect match, and we would spend hours talking about the most random things. There were, however, a few snags. Emily was always complaining in bed about how small my dick was, saying, “It barely touched her sides.” When we did have sex, she always complained that I came too quickly to satisfy her. Emily also started complaining that I wasn’t big or manly enough to throw her around the bedroom.

Emily started going out partying a lot with her girlfriends. Occasionally, she stayed over after nights out and would smell of men’s aftershave, whenever I asked her why she smelt of another man, Emily always denied everything, saying it was all in my head and that I should stop being so insecure.

One night, she came over after being at a party, walked me up to my room and told me to kneel in front of her. She pulled up the front of her mini dress to reveal her red lace panties. Emily then told me that she had met a man at the party, and he had fucked her. She said the man refused to wear condoms and had cum in her pussy. She then pulled the front of her panties to the side to reveal her glistening shaved pussy. The other man’s cum was slowly oozing out of her. Emily said how she needed some help cleaning up and told me to lick all the other man’s cum out of her and to eat it to hide the evidence. I willingly obliged, starting slowly, thinking about all the cum I had swallowed years ago as Sissy Ami. I have to say a small part of me was very aroused at the thought of eating another man’s spunk out of my girlfriend’s ravaged pussy. By the end, I was lapping it up hungrily, Emily had to tell me to stop as she was clean and already satisfied.

Emily climbed into my bed and fell asleep instantaneously. The next morning, we spoke about the previous night. She said that she loved me but was also starting to resent how I was unable to sexually fulfil her, so last night, she fucked a guy in the bathroom where the party was. It turned out she had been kissing the same guy on nights out for the last few weeks. She also mentioned that the guy was in the university’s 1st rugby team. I asked if Emily planned to have sex with the rugby lad again, to which she replied that at least until all her cravings had been satisfied, she planned to keep fucking the rugby lad. But she also still wanted to keep going out with me. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I went along with it.

For the next couple of months, on almost a daily occurrence, she made me eat his seed out of her pussy. There were times I would be lying in bed, and Emily would march into my room, stand on top of me in bed, hitch up her mini skirt and sit down on my face for me to clean up. All while the rugby lad’s seed dripped into my mouth, she would then talk about all the great ways he was fucking her senseless.

One day she came round in an extra giggly mood and told me that after the rugby lad had finished ravaging her, he had suggested that I wear Emily’s cum stained panties whilst I ate all his cum out of my girlfriend’s pussy. Before I could react, her panties had dropped to the floor, and she was stepping out of them. They were the same red lacy ones she was wearing when I had first eaten the rugby lad’s spunk out of Emily. She then guided me to step into them, and she pulled the panties up.

My little dick jumped at the familiar feeling of lace covering my crotch. Emily noted my excitement and commented how I suited wearing girl’s panties. Then pushed me to my knees and shoved my face into her used pussy. I could smell the rugby player’s cock on her. He had left an exceptionally large load in her for me to clean up today. The action of eating another man’s cum whilst wearing panties again had me incredibly aroused, and my clitty was struggling to stay in the red lace panties. Once I had cleaned Emily up, she shimmied her skirt back down to cover herself up and walked out of my house, leaving me kneeling, wearing her cum stained red lacy panties and a belly full of her bull’s spunk. I had to touch myself I was so aroused, and before long, I had cum all over my bedroom floor. Not wanting to leave a mess, I got on all fours and licked my juice up.

The process of me wearing Emily’s used panties whilst eating the rugby lad’s cum continued for a few more weeks until one day when Emily came round in the morning. She told me that she wasn’t attracted to boys who liked wearing panties and eating other men’s cum. She also wanted to break up with me and start going out full-time with the rugby lad. That was the last time I ever saw Emily.

Breaking up with Emily was incredibly sad, but on the other hand, her final few months had reignited Sissy Ami’s desire to serve real men in any way I could. I don’t think she had realised, but Emily had left behind quite a collection of her used panties at my house. I had also started smoking whilst watching sissy hypno videos. It would get me so horny that I would end up putting on some of Emily’s used panties she had left behind, and I would finger my asshole whilst wanking until I came even more into her panties.

I was looking at some sissy captions one morning when I saw a photo of another cross-dresser wearing a chastity cage. My mind went back years ago to the Turkish barber’s parting comments with me, “As good a sissy girl you are, you need to work on your discipline and subservience more. You really should invest in a chastity cage.”

With that, I went online and found a small metal chastity cage that had several different-sized rings that were supposed to fit around the base of my balls and shaft. I also bought a pink and white lace basque, which came with a matching thong, built-in suspenders and two pink frilly garters that could be attached to the suspenders. There was a deal on the website, so I also bought a white camisole pyjama top with matching shorts that had cherries dotted all over the pyjamas.

Once these had arrived in the post, I immediately put on the chastity cage. It was super tight initially, but it was great. I liked the added weight down there; it felt so naughty wearing the cage, but it also made me feel a lot more girly somehow. Next, I tried on the pink and white basque set with the thong and suspenders. The thong barely covered my caged-up clitty. It was so exciting. I realised I could no longer wank off as my clitty was locked up, so I spat on one of my fingers and worked it into my ass. I was pounding as ferociously as I could, but I couldn’t get myself to cum. In frustration, I eventually gave up. If I was going to make myself cum, I would need something bigger to fuck myself with.

Later that day, I went back online to a sex toy website. I bought myself a douche, a metal butt plug that was encrusted with a pink jewel at the base, some lube and a 7-inch dildo.

For the next few weeks, I only ever took the cage off when I was showering so I could clean myself. As soon as I got out of the shower, the cage went back on. I even managed to fit my clitty and balls into one of the smaller base rings for the chastity cage. 

Whenever I got the chance, I would fuck myself with the dildo, but I just couldn’t get myself to cum from dildoing my ass. The frustration got the better of me, so I put an advert up on Craigslist for my local area back home at my parents’ house, titled ’21-Year-Old Locked Sissy Slut Looking For a Man to Pleasure’. I attached some photos of me wearing my lingerie and having my clitty locked in the cage, thinking it would get a load of attention. 

A couple of days had passed, and I hadn’t received many messages. I thought it was odd but didn’t do much about it. A couple more days passed, and I finally got a message from a man which read:

“Hi, I’m John. I’m 30 and work in a high-pressure corporate job. Looking for a hole to relieve my stress. I’ve done a few sissy girls before and always appreciate how obedient and eager to please they are. Do you have much experience handling a shaft? What sort of thing are you into? When do you want to meet up?”

John had also sent one photo of himself standing completely naked. He had blond hair, slightly hairy legs and a rock-hard and straight as-an-arrow cock. It didn’t look like the world’s largest dick, but it was a decent enough size and easily twice as big as my clitty. I responded by saying:

“Hi John, I’m Ami nice to meet you! I’d be very happy to relieve your stress in any way you would like ;). Yes, I promise to be super obedient and want to help you out in any way I can. I have locked up my clitty, so the only way I can get pleasure is by pleasing you. I promise ;). Yeah, I have been with two other guys, but the last one was 3 years ago. So, looking for a man to break me back in. Recently, my now ex-girlfriend used to make me eat lots of cum from another man. Errrr, I will be back home in a few weeks, so can we meet up then?

I got a response back from John a couple of hours later, reading:

“Hi Ami, that’s good to hear you want to relieve my stress. By the time you get here, I’ll be ready to explode. Yes, I like fucking locked sissy girls. It always makes them hornier. Ok, good. I can break you in again. You dirty bitch, for eating so much cum. No wonder your girl broke up with you. Real men don’t eat spunk. Ok cool. Let me know the address of where you want to meet and the date, and I will be there. Do you have any toys, you dirty bitch?”

His line about why Emily had broken up with me hurt, but maybe he had a point. Maybe I wasn’t destined to be with a real girl. Maybe my place in life was to worship men’s cocks. The thought of meeting John was getting me all flustered. I proceeded to give him the address of my parent’s home and told him I would be there to meet him on the 10th of March. I knew my parents were having a long weekend away then to celebrate their wedding anniversary. He said he had a meeting in the area that morning, so he could swing by my parent’s house at 9 am. Finally, I sent him back a photo of me bent over, with my locked-up clitty exposed and my ass cheeks spread, revealing the pink jewel-encrusted metal butt plug that was stuffed in my ass.

The next month whizzed by. John and I would message every day. Each day I would have to send him a new photo of me stuffing my ass with the butt plug or sucking the dildo, or fucking myself with it. In return, he would instruct me to walk around my university campus locked up and wearing Emily’s cum stained panties underneath my boy clothes. If I was ever feeling extra naughty, I would insert the butt plug too.

I got back to my parents’ house a couple of days early, having made sure to bring back my toys and outfits. I also hid a couple of pre-rolled joints for me to smoke whilst I was all dolled up. On the morning of the 8th of March, I waved my parents off on their long anniversary trip away, locked the door shut, stripped naked, inserted my metal butt plug, and then pranced around my parent’s house in the white cherry-dotted camisole pyjama top and matching shorts. I went out to a secluded bit of their garden where the neighbours couldn’t see into the garden and smoked my first joint. I immediately felt high and went back inside to get my laptop out so I could put some sissy hypno videos on whilst I gooned out to them with my dildo.

About ten minutes in, I received a notification from someone new responding to the Craigslist advert I had posted a couple of weeks back:

“Hi, I’m Modou, aged 32 and visiting from Senegal. I saw your advert and thought you looked very pretty. I’m bi and have lots of experience pleasuring sissy girls like you. Anyway, let me know if you are available to meet tomorrow from 6 pm onwards?”            

Modou had attached a photo of himself. He was a tall black guy with a bit of a pot belly. He looked like he had just had a haircut and had a warm smile. My heart leapt a bit when I saw him. He looked like a sweet man. Annoyingly he hadn’t sent a photo of his cock, but I took a gamble and responded to him:

“Hi Modou, I’m Ami. You sound like you could be very fun to meet! Yes, I would love to host you tomorrow at 6 pm.”

I followed up with the address of my parent’s house. I spent the rest of that day toying with my ass whilst watching sissy videos. 

The following morning, I got out of bed and followed my normal sissy routine of shaving my body, showering and moisturising. I got my new douche out of the box it had arrived in a few weeks, and I filled it up with water. Slowly I inserted the tip into my anus and squeezed the water out of the bulb and into my ass. I repeated this until I felt the urge to squeeze all the water out of my ass. I kept repeating this until I was squeezing out only clear water from my ass. Finally, I was satisfied I had properly cleaned out my ass pussy. I applied a little more moisturiser to my sphincter and moved on to my makeup.

Once my makeup had made me look hot, I put on the pink and white lace basque, along with the garters and attached them to the suspenders. I grabbed the pink jewelled butt plug, applied some lube and pushed it into my sissy hole. I could feel my frustrated clitty straining against the metal chastity cage. Once in, I spread my cheeks apart to admire the view. I stood back upright and grabbed the thong that matched my basque, pulling it up to cover my locked clitty. Finally, I grabbed my blonde wig and adjusted it until it was firmly in place. I stared at the mirror, not quite recognising the sexy-looking girl in the reflection. I took a photo and sent it to John, reminding him how excited I was to see him tomorrow.

I realised I still had quite a few hours until Modou was coming around, so I found another pre-rolled joint and stepped out into the garden dressed in my lingerie and wig and smoked it. I came back into my bedroom and parked in front of my laptop with my dildo. Put on a sissy hypno video and practised sucking the dildo. It was so much fun pretending to be the girl in the video, replicating her sucking cock after cock and them all cumming in her mouth. 

The joint must have affected me, as before I knew it, it was almost time for Modou to come around. I put my sloppy dildo down on my desk and went into the bathroom to apply a bit more mascara and one final layer of lipstick. I stared one final time at the sexy sissy in the mirror and kissed my reflection.

The doorbell rang, and I dashed downstairs and put my eye on the peephole to see who was outside. It was Modou, so I let him in, and we exchanged the usual pleasantries that each other looked nice. I hung his coat up for him, but he held on to his bag as he said he had some toys in it for later.

“Have you been smoking, Ami? I can smell a particular funk in the house,” Modou inquired.

I giggled, still feeling the effects of the joint I had smoked earlier, “Maybe… Is that ok? Would you like a joint, too?”

“Of course it’s fine, I smoke all the time back home. Sure, I’ll have a puff if you have any spare going!”

I told him I would fetch my last joint and be back down in a second. I pranced up the stairs, jiggling my very visible tushy from side to side as he stared. As I came back downstairs with the joint in hand, I tiptoed past him, making sure to brush my hand softly across his crotch. From what I briefly felt, it seemed like he was relatively well-hung. I signalled him to join me outside in the garden, and he followed inquisitively.

I sat him down in a chair, put the joint in his mouth and lit it for him. He took a deep puff and breathed out, blowing the smoke at me, smiling.

“Ami, do you not have a chair to sit in?” Modou was starting to climb out of the chair when I pushed him back down.

“That’s ok, I’d much rather kneel in front of you,” I replied.

I got down in between each of his legs and looked him in the eyes as he took another hit of the joint, breathing out at me.

“You sure are a generous sissy host.”

With that, my eyes wandered down past his pot belly and onto his crotch, which I had felt a minute ago. The tension was palpable. Finally, I reached out and pulled down his trousers slightly. 

Out flopped the biggest cock I had ever seen. I swallowed in excitement. The only fair comparison would be to say I think Modou’s cock was over a foot long and twice as thick as Shane Diesel’s weapon.  He had two massive droopy balls attached; each one must have been the size of a cricket ball. He wasn’t even fully hard yet. I rested Modou’s weapon on my face. This cock was heavy and larger than my head. How on earth was I going to handle this?

I eagerly started licking Modou’s tip, trying to lubricate it. I couldn’t even fit his bell end into my mouth. I thought that I would need to stretch my jaw before I could take him all in there. 

Modou was enjoying himself, watching me, puzzled at the enormity of his cock and trying to wrap my mouth around his end. He kept chuckling and blowing out smoke on me. I was starting to feel the effects of the second-hand smoke. 

I took my mouth off his tip and worked my tongue down the side of his monster shaft, coming up again at a slightly different angle. I could feel his cock was now at full attention as it towered over me. I kept working my tongue up and down until his shaft was all wet. Next, I moved onto his balls. I tried to take one in my mouth, but I couldn’t fit it in, I slurped on it for a while and then moved on to his other ball. This time, I opened my mouth as wide as it could go so that it ached slightly and managed to wrap my mouth around it. I had got one of his balls entirely into my mouth. But suddenly, I couldn’t breathe as his ball had taken up all the space inside my mouth. I started choking and popped it back out my mouth.

I sat back in amazement, my rock-hard clitty was straining against the cage. Modou still had about a third of the joint left, so I decided to turn around. I stood up slowly, making sure to bend over as I did. I was sure the outline of my locked clitty, and the butt plug were visible at this angle. I started wiggling my ass for his viewing pleasure.

Modou took another hit and breathed out whilst purring, “Good girl.”

God, it felt so hot having this black adonis calling me a girl. I leant back until I could feel his flagpole between my ass cheeks and started working up and down whilst still bent over. I worked my ass cheeks against his manliness, getting more and more flustered. I could feel the length of his shaft being pressed onto my cheeks and realised he was pushing his cock onto my ass and was now thrusting up and down too. I heard a crack and realised he had slapped my ass with his hand. Then he slapped again and again in time with his cock thrusting up and down my ass cheeks.

Thank goodness none of my parent’s neighbours could see what was going on in the garden.

“I am done now, Ami. Let’s go inside and have some real fun now, girl,” Modou said in his thick Senegalese accent. 

He picked me up in his arms and carried me back into the house, all while his black mast stuck out the top of his trousers. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, he rearranged me so that I flopped over one of his shoulders as he leaned down and grabbed his bag. I could feel my thong-covered locked clitty straining against Modou’s shoulder.

He carried me into my bedroom and tossed me onto my bed. I got back on all fours and wiggled my tushy at him, trying to entice him closer. I was still wearing the pink and white lace basque, with the attached garters and matching thong. He pulled off his top, revealing his broad chest and pot belly, then dropped his trousers to the floor. For the First time, I could see him entirely naked. His cock must have been as long as his forearm and thicker than it too.

He knelt, spreading my cheeks, kissing them and occasionally slapping whichever cheek he wasn’t currently kissing. Finally, he pulled my thong down to my knees, revealing my clitty and the butt plug stuffed into my ass. He remarked how beautiful my ass looked with the plug in it. He pulled the plug out and immediately poked his tongue in my asshole. No one had ever done that before. It felt great. His soft, sloppy tongue was excavating my sissy hole. I was moaning in pleasure now. It was a completely foreign feeling having Modou’s tongue down there.

He pulled his tongue out, and then a few seconds later, I could feel something else, slightly bigger but much harder, pressing against my pussy. I turned around and stared at him whilst he pushed my 7-inch dildo onto my pussy. From all my practice in recent weeks, I had grown accustomed to this dildo by now and pushed my sissy ass back on the dildo Modou was pushing in.

“Hungry girl, I see,” he remarked.

He started thrusting it in and out, whilst at the same time and from the opposite side, I was using my body weight to fuck the dildo he was holding. I was so eager to please Modou. In return, whilst still fucking me with the dildo, he bent down and started massaging the gooch between my dildo-filled ass and my sissy balls with his tongue. This was incredible, my body felt electric, and I could feel my nipples and locked clitty trying to stand to attention. I was pressing back as hard as I could on the dildo, but I still couldn’t orgasm. I let out an exasperated huff, and Modou stopped.

I thought I had offended him. I looked up to apologise to him, only to see him reach into his bag and pull out a 9.5-inch black realistic dildo with balls at the base and a suction cup on the bottom. Ordinarily, I would have said this dildo was girthy, but in comparison to Modou’s cock I thought I could just about handle the dildo.

He applied a generous amount of lube to the new big dildo, and my ass then started to press the big dildo into my girly hole. It stung. This was by far the biggest thing I had ever taken in my ass. I tried to remember my training and relaxed. Slowly I could feel Modou pushing the dildo into my ass. It really hurt, so I grabbed a pillow and bit into it to hide my pain. Finally, I could feel the dildo’s balls pressing against my ass. I had managed to fit it all in. My ass was still on fire from the pain, but wow, I was impressed at my cock taking ability. 

Then Modou pulled it completely out of me. I felt so empty and wondered where it had gone. Suddenly, he shoved it all the way back into the base. I let out a squeal of pain. He kept on drilling me with this black dildo, and finally, the pain started to subside. It started to feel good. I was so full I thought I was going to explode.

The joints were still having an effect, and I went into a daze with my ass in the air and my head lying down, looking at Modou ramming this big black dildo in and out of my ass. I don’t know exactly how long I lay there motionless, but it was a long time. 

Eventually, Modou plunged the black dildo all the way in and left it there. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a vibrator. 

Waving it back and forth at me, he said, “I keep this for locked-up sissy girls who haven’t yet learnt to cum from getting ass fucked.”

He resumed fucking me with the black dildo and reached under me, pressed the vibrator against my chastity cage and switched it on.

The sensation was too much. My full ass was getting stuffed by this black dildo, and now the vibrations on the cage were sending ripples through my body. I could feel everything tense up, and then I let out a scream and started leaking from my clitty all over my bed.

I lay there like a ragdoll. Then I heard Modou whisper, “I’m about to pull the dildo out of your ass. I want you to keep the anal gape going for as long as possible, ok. Do you understand?”

I nodded slowly back to him to show I had heard. Then gently, inch by inch, he pulled the black mamba out. He stuck it to the wall beside my bed with the suction cup. I could feel air gushing into my stretched-out asshole; it felt so fresh. I saw Modou scooping up my sissy jizz that I had leaked all over the bed and then slowly poured it into my ass. Then for good measure, he spat right into the depths of my sissy pussy. 

“Right, you can close up now.”

I could feel my gaping asshole closing back to a more normal size now. Before it fully closed, Modou shoved back in my pink jewelled metal butt plug.

“There, that will seal you up to ensure your juices don’t leak out of you again,” he smiled at me.

I turned around, looked down in shame and whimpered, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can take your monster dick in my ass. That second dildo pushed me past limits I didn’t know I had, and that’s barely half the thickness of your cock.”

He wrapped his fingers around my chin and tilted my head up. “That’s ok, girl, I don’t have to fuck your pussy. I’m still going to need your help finishing myself off.”

My gaze dropped to the raging monster cock. I stretched my jaw as much as I could and reached out. To my amazement, I was now able to wrap my mouth around the top of his shaft. My practising on his balls earlier had paid off. I was bobbing my head up and down when I felt his hand on the back of my head, pressing me down on his shaft further. His cock was so thick there was no way it would ever squeeze into my throat, so when it hit the back of my mouth, he released me, and I pulled off to grab my breath. I could see my slobber had covered the first four inches of his cock, which I was impressed by. 

I buried my mouth back onto the monster cock, looking up at Modou. He had one hand on the back of my head, and his other hand was wanking off the remaining part of his shaft that my sissy mouth couldn’t reach. He held me there, so I had to breathe through my nose whilst he kept wanking himself off.

I could feel his monster cock stiffen and felt it stretching the inside of my mouth even further. Then he released his seed. It was like a tsunami. It flooded my entire mouth and started spurting out my nostrils. I pulled off the end of his cock to swallow what was already in my mouth, but he didn’t stop cumming. He coated my face. My mouth was empty again, so I lurched my mouth towards his bell end and immediately started flooding my mouth. I had to close it again to swallow his seed. This time he sprayed his cum all over the pink lacy basque I was wearing. His cum finally slowed down, so I picked his bell end up again, only to be greeted by more cum rushing into my mouth. This time I held him in my mouth until no more cum was released.

I swallowed the last of his seed and licked the tip of his cock clean. Modou dressed himself and then started to walk out of my bedroom. I asked if he wanted the 9.5-inch black dildo back, but he told me it was a parting gift as a thank-you for how well I had performed that day. 

I let him out of my parents’ house and went back up to my bedroom. I spotted the time, and it was nearly midnight. Modou must have been ploughing my ass with the black dildo for almost 6 hours. I got back into my bedroom, with my face plastered by his cum and the pink lacy basque I was wearing soaked in his seed and lay down, falling asleep immediately.

The next morning, I woke up at 8:30 am to a notification on my phone from John, the stressed corporate man. He had messaged to say he was 30 minutes away, and he expected me to be ready to go as soon as he arrived. Fuck I had forgotten he was still coming over. I looked around my bedroom to see the mess Modou and I had caused last night. My bed sheets had crusted up from all the dried semen on them. I quickly stripped the bed and chucked the sheets into my wardrobe. I kicked a few more bits under the bed.

I ran to the bathroom to inspect myself. I was a state. There was dried cum in my wig and all over my face. I looked at the basque I was wearing to see it had all crusted up. Fuck fuck fuck I thought. I didn’t have anything else to wear for John, and I didn’t have time to find another outfit. I decided to straighten my wig and reapply some more makeup over the dried semen Modou had plastered me with last night.

I had just finished reapplying the mascara when I heard the doorbell go. I quickly smeared some lipstick on, then ran downstairs. Whoever was outside was banging on the door now. I opened it without thinking to look through the peephole to see John, the corporate man, waiting, looking slightly annoyed.

“Why did you keep me waiting?” were the first words out of his lips.

“Sorry, I was finishing getting ready for you,” I replied.

“Didn’t I tell you to be ready for when I got here? Aren’t you going to let me in, Ami?”

I ushered him in and took his coat. Then, I guided him upstairs. Similar to the previous day, I tried to sway my hips as I walked up the stairs to entice John to follow me. Just before we reached my bedroom, he grabbed me by the wrist and spun me into him. I was now pressed up to him in the crusty lingerie. I could feel his cock prodding into me.

“Ami, why are you in such a state?” John asked.

I embarrassedly looked up at him and whispered, “I had a guy round last night and was up late with him playing with me.”

John looked at me incredulously, then raised his voice, “You dirty sissy slut. You’re a cum hungry whore. Now deal with this.”

He shoved me onto his knees and ripped his cock out of his suit trousers. John rammed his cock straight into my mouth and down my throat. He held my head at the base of his cock and then started pumping in and out of my throat. I think the after-effects of the joints from the previous day meant my gag reflex hadn’t kicked in. The man was ferociously pounding my throat with his balls slapping against my chin at such speed my chin was starting to hurt. Getting my throat used and abused by this man was turning me on again, and I could feel my clitty straining inside the cage.

John kept pounding my throat until his rock-hard shaft was glistening in my spit. He picked me up and pushed me onto my bed. I was lying up facing him with my legs up in the air when he grabbed the garter belts on each of my legs and pulled me towards him. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and pulled it on. Then looked at my sissy ass and saw the butt plug in there. I had completely forgotten Modou had put it back in last night after he had filled my ass with my own cum and his spit.

John yanked the plug out and, without hesitation, plunged his cock into my pussy. He was decently sized, but after the stretching out I had received the night before, anything would have slipped in easily enough. Thankfully there was still my cum and Modou’s spit in my ass, which was being used instead of lube. 

He was already ploughing in and out at a decent speed when he grabbed hold of my locked clitty and used it as a handle to shove me onto his dick with even more ferocity. It was so arousing seeing him use my locked clitty to impale myself more onto him. I think he must have been ramming my prostate, as I could feel my body start squirming around his cock, and then I came. My locked clitty started leaking sissy juice all over my body, and also the hand John was using to grab hold of it.

“You dirty whore. Look at the mess you have made on my hand.” John exclaimed.

He was looking around for something he could wipe his hand on when he saw the 9.5-inch black dildo Modou had left behind stuck to the wall next to the bed. He stopped dead in his tracks with his cock still buried in my ass.

“That’s new,” he said, pointing at the black dildo. “You never sent me any photos of you using that. Where did it come from?”

In my feeble state, all I could muster was, “The man who came last night gave it to me.”

This seemed to enrage him, and he pulled out of me and got me to kneel on all fours facing the 9.5-inch black dildo. I was staring at its head when John impaled his cock in my ass at full speed, causing my head to lurch forward and my mouth onto the black dildo. 

My dried ass juice was still on the black dildo from the previous night. It felt so degrading being fucked by a man whilst wearing lingerie that was already coated in multiple people’s cum, and having my head shoved onto a dildo that has covered in my own dried ass juice. I would be lying if I didn’t say I was loving every minute. I started pushing back on his cock, but this only encouraged John to shove my head further down the black dildo. 

Somehow, John had managed to push my head all the way down the dildo’s shaft. I had all 9.5 inches in my throat, had the plastic balls at my chin, and I was still pushing back on his cock whilst he ferociously pumped my sissy pussy.

“Damn slut, you really are cock hungry,” he smirked. 

John pulled out my ass and got me to lie on the bed flat with my ass sticking in the air. Next, he mounted me from above and pushed himself all the way in. There was nowhere I could move, and my arms started flailing around. He grabbed both my hands and held them tight above my head, all the while still thrusting his manhood in and out of my ass. John was in complete control of my body, and it felt incredible to have completely surrendered myself to him. 

He was pumping in and out when I heard a phone ring. John paused fucking me, but his cock felt like it was still about halfway in my ass. 

I could hear him speaking to someone on the phone and then heard him say, “Sorry, Helen, I’m in the middle of a jam. Let me just finish something, and I’ll head straight over.”

He dropped the phone and started ploughing my ass at breakneck speed. He then growled, “Slut, I need you to finish me off as quick as possible. I’m late for a meeting.”

I started lifting my ass as he was ploughing down on it from above. God, this was an incredible feeling my hole getting used like this. Then suddenly, I felt John slam into me three times with a force I had never felt before. He lay there for a moment and then pulled out my sissy pussy like the flick of a switch.

By the time I had turned around, John had thrown his cum filled condom on the floor and was almost finished getting dressed. He walked straight out of my bedroom and down the stairs, and then I heard the front door slam shut behind him. I sat on the end of my bed and picked up John’s used condom, holding it above my head and letting its contents drip into my mouth. His seed wasn’t as sweet as Modou’s seed from the previous night, but it was still delicious.

I stood up weak at the knees and peeled the cum-crusted lacy pink basque off my body, followed by the wig and drew myself a bath. I had to take the metal chastity cage off before I got fully into the hot water as I didn’t want the metal to burn my clitty. The hot water soothed my body. I had taken a real pounding over the weekend, but it was worth it.

I thought back to my ex-girlfriend, Emily, breaking up with me and reckoned it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. It had allowed Sissy Ami to reveal herself once again to the world and meant I was finally free to find cocks to worship.

Once I got out of the bath, having cleaned myself and back into boy clothes, I tidied up my parent’s house hiding all evidence that Sissy Ami had been here and the activities she had gotten up to. 

My mum and dad got back the next day when I was lying in bed. I heard someone walk into the bathroom. Stop in their tracks and march in my direction. The door burst open. My mum was standing there with the thick metal base ring of my metal chastity cage in her hand, demanding to know what it was.