I wish Rob wasn't taking me to the airport to catch my flight home after my fantastic weekend in Carmel. I'll miss the almost non-stop sex, and I'll never forget the incredible sex party they gave me last night that was simply out of this world. It was so thrilling to be gang-banged by three gay men into the wee hours, as it was something I've wanted to do for quite a while.
God… I had so much fun sucking their dicks as they fucked me and called me slutty names like whore, cocksucker, and all sorts of other obscenities I can't remember right now. It was my special privilege to serve as their bitch, and all I basically had to do was lie there and enjoy it, while my studs did most of the work.
I loved all their dirty talk, because there wasn't a hint of disrespect for me in their demeanor. They were just having fun with me like men do with a willing slut who loves to be fucked like that. I probably had more fun than they did, since I was the center of attention, and I knew that every dirty name they called me was a true description of the filthy little whore that blossomed out of me on that bed.
It was the absolute best sex I've ever had, but as I look back on the entire weekend, it was more like an educational experience than anything else. It's what Mistress intended for me when she sent me here to experience my sissy gender with mature gay men. She wanted me to learn their sexual ways, but she also sent me here to get my head straight about my own sexuality.
I've been struggling with my sexual identity ever since my two Mistresses had a serious talk with me several months ago. They told me I'm a homosexual, which was shocking to hear at first, but I knew I couldn't deny it. I mean, I'm a biological male, and I'm having sex with men. Plus, I've been loving it more every time I do it with men, so that right there left no doubt that I'm definitely gay, as every sissy is to some extent.
I'm not actually 'struggling' with my homosexuality as much I've been wondering about it a lot. I've become so totally sissy that I don't identify any part of me as male anymore. Even my tiny cock is a sissy clit in my mind. The hormones have given me tits, and pretty soon I'll have my plump sissy ass and shapely feminine legs. So if I look like a girl, dress like a girl, act like a girl, and I'm fucking like a girl, am I really homosexual because I love sex with men?
Well, all that cleared up for me over the weekend. As soon as I got there, Rob told me that my cock is not a clitty when I'm with gay men. It was nice to enjoy that masculine part of me again, and I loved being sucked off like a man by other men, but I never did really feel like I was a man. I guess it's just not possible for me to feel that way anymore.
But I was proud to show off my sissy tits. I was such a little flirt that everything I did and said was to get them to fuck me, and my flirtatious behavior got me fucked dozens of times. It was everything I needed to realize that yeah, I'm certainly gay, but I'm not gay in the same way that they are. Not even close.
They're gay men, and I'm definitely a gay girl, a gay sissy girl, to be exact. I've now been totally gay with gay men, and totally female with straight men. I've done kinky shit with women, and I've learned how to give them orgasms with my little sissy dick.
So what I've come to realize about myself is the versatility of my sissy sexuality. I can be any kind of sex partner a person of either sex wants me to be, because I'm every kind of sex there is, all bundled up in one hot sissy package.
And isn't that why I'm Mistress's little bitch? She's trained me to be a sexual plaything to be used or abused any way anyone wants to enjoy me. And Brenda's told me that in the Hierarchy, the price to be with a versatile girl like me is very high.
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So as we're getting closer to the airport, I know we'll soon be saying goodbye. My fragile sissy emotions are already starting to get the best of me, making me think I'll probably start crying when we kiss for the final time. I'll be so embarrassed if I'm seen crying inside the terminal, so I tell Rob to skip the parking lot and just drop me off outside. I don't want him going in with me.
I think he's having as hard a time as I am, because he just nods his head and parks at the passenger drop-off curb. After he gets my suitcase out of the trunk, we hug the tightest hug, and kiss the longest kiss. We just don't want to let go of each other, but somehow we do.
My eyes are so teary when we break our embrace that everything is blurry, then I'm shaking as I watch him drive off, not knowing when I'll see him again, if ever. Rob is such a warm, sensitive man, and he's taught me so much about myself that I'm forever in his debt. I feel so close to Rob that I can even imagine myself married to him if our situations were different, but I have a life in Sacramento I must go back to, and he's going back to his.
It takes me ten or fifteen minutes just to get myself together enough to walk into the terminal. Luckily, we left early, so I have plenty of time to check in for my flight. I find it's easier getting my mind off Rob if I think about this weekend as just another whore date, so that's what I do. I didn't get paid for the sex I gave, but I definitely got fucked like a whore.
I giggle to myself as I think about it that way, and pretty soon I've put the weekend behind me. I'm able to strut up to the check-in counter as confident Mandy Parker, a cute sissy girl who knows exactly what she is, and knows exactly where she's going.
I was filled with such confidence this morning as I dressed for my trip home. After an incredible shower with Rob, I was feeling light and airy, and since I wasn't going for the sexiest look, my makeup was a breeze to put on. I haven't worn a bra all weekend, and I didn't want to wear one today, but I was going to be traveling, so I figured I better put one on.
The only bra I had was the one Brenda gave me to wear on the way to the airport Friday. My tits usually shrink quite a bit a few days after Cheryl pumps them up with saline solution, but when I put on that same bra, my boobs were still spilling out around the A-cups like they did Friday. They've hardly gone down at all, but I'm not complaining. It just gave me more confidence that my body is changing faster than I expected.
I was so confident that I decided not to wear my fake pussy, and I didn't tuck my cock. Instead of wearing the same tight jeans I wore Friday, I'm wearing a cute denim skirt, with an olive-colored camisole to show a little bare tummy. It's a short skirt that flairs out kinda loosely, so if a hot guy gives me a hard-on in the airport, I'm hoping it won't show.
I looked so cute when we left that Rob made me pose for a picture standing in their doorway. I thought it was kinda sexy how I raised one leg to show my white sissy socks. Then, when I stuck my ass out for him, Rob told me I was the cutest little fuck around.
I'm feeling cute and confident as I check in for my flight, and I'm not the least bit nervous about showing my fake driver's license to the man at security. The only thing I don't like about my appearance is my blonde wig, but I had to wear it, so I'd match the picture on my fake license.
As soon as I get through security, I head straight for the women's restroom to take off my wig. I used to love wearing wigs when my hair was short, but now that it's grown out a lot, I don't need fake hair to look like a girl. As I'm brushing my natural hair in front of the mirror, I'm hoping Brenda gets my court date soon to legally change my name and sexual orientation, because I'm so totally Mandy Parker now that I want legal identification that reflects my true identity.
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I'm flying to San Francisco today instead of Los Angeles, with a three-hour layover before my flight to Sacramento. The plane is only half-full when we're all boarded, and I'm lucky to have a seat in a row all by myself. My ass feels warm and satisfied after being fucked twice this morning, so it's easy to close my eyes and relive all the hot sex I had with Rob, Max, and Dez.
This being Sunday, Max had to get up early to work the Sunday brunch at the restaurant he works at. He hit the snooze button to sleep a little more when his alarm went off, but I was wide awake, and wanting to be fucked by him one last time.
He was facing away from me, so I snuggled up to him and planted little kisses on the back of his neck. He liked it so much that he turned over and started kissing me face-to-face. I whispered as I told him how much I appreciated everything he's taught me during our time together, and he whispered back that I was the hottest little sissy girl he's ever been with.
Since I'm the sissy, we both knew I was going to suck his cock. That's just what sissies do, and I did it willingly, and I did it good. I kissed his hairy chest on the way down, brushing my sissy nipples on him as I went. My nipples were so tingly by the time I took his cock in my mouth, and I was able to give him a big fat boner less than a minute. Then I gave him my best head until his alarm went off a second time.
He told me he'll have to hit the shower when it goes off again, so knowing our time was short, I quickly kissed my way back up his body. I intended to ride his hard cock like I rode Rob yesterday morning, but Max would have none of that.
I eagerly spread my legs for him when he took control and rolled over on top of me. There was still so much lube in and around my sissy hole from last night that he sunk right into me like it was a wet cunt. He pressed his mouth into mine as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, cuz I was loving the sweet fuck this teddy bear was giving me.
We never broke our kiss the entire time, and I could have fucked him for hours if his alarm hadn't gone off ten minutes into our intercourse. He didn't cum for me, but we'd had a very loving fuck to consummate the physical love we now have for each other, and I was satisfied just to have given myself to him one more time.
I thought about what a sweet man he is as I listened to him taking his shower. He came back to give me a last sweet kiss before he left for his job, and just like that, Max was gone from my life until who knows when.
I then snuggled up to Rob and went back to sleep. It was much the same when we woke up together, with both of us wanting to fuck before it was time for me to go. Rob fucked me just as tenderly as Max had done before, and since we had more time, we fucked a good half-hour before he deposited a warm load deep in my sissy ass.
We had even more fun when we took a shower. I'd been wondering all weekend if I was going to get a golden shower like I've been getting from Brenda with more frequency these days. Well, it happened spontaneously right after he aggressively fucked me again in the shower. He didn't ask me if I wanted it, and I didn't say that I did.
He was biting my ear as he pulled his cock out of my ass, and right after that I felt warm urine on my back and running down my crack. I'm not embarrassed to say I loved the way it felt, and I suddenly had this strong desire to drink it, just to see if it tasted as sweet as Brenda's does.
I giggled as I turned around and grabbed his cock. I aimed it to pee on my girl-dick, which got me so excited that I got on my knees and sprayed his urine all over my tits. And being that close to it, I couldn't resist opening my mouth to have me a little taste.
It tasted yucky and bitter, so it wasn't a pleasant experience like it is when I drink Brenda's pee, but at that point, I was already too far into it to stop myself. I wanted him to at least think I was enjoying it, so I took his cock in my mouth as he peed, letting it gush out the sides of my mouth and down my chin as he grinned at me from above.
I swallowed more than I wanted before he emptied his bladder, and although I didn't like it very much at all, I did love the way Rob kissed me afterward. He wasn't at all bothered with the taste of his piss in my mouth, and at least now I know I can do it for male clients if I absolutely have to. But I'll only do it if the guy pays me enough to degrade myself like that.
Thinking about drinking a man's piss is grossing me out, so I start thinking about Dez, that magnificent black man who fucked me so righteously with his monster black cock. Oh my God, his cock was the biggest I've ever seen, and he fucked me with more intensity than anyone else ever has.
I wish could have fucked him again this morning, but he left sometime during the night while I was asleep, so I'll probably never see him again. It's just as well, because a girl could get so addicted to a cock like that she might never be satisfied with anything smaller. There's a smile on my face as I think about that sex-god wrecking my sissy ass.
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I'm getting very hungry as we begin our descent into San Francisco, probably because I only had coffee and a couple slices of toast before Rob took me to the airport. All I ate yesterday was a chef's salad at the little café in Carmel, and I didn't even think about eating last night when they were fucking me silly. Needless to say, my body's in dire need of food, so it's good I have a long layover to get some nourishment before my next flight.
I feel like a hot little bitch again when I'm walking around the airport in San Francisco. Having Rob's cum in my ass and his pee in my belly makes me want to wiggle my sissy ass and try to turn guys on. I don't notice anyone actually looking at me, but it feels good prancing around like this without any feelings of embarrassment or remorse.
After being fucked as many times as I was, I'm a different girl now than I was on Friday. Now I know I'm so fuckin' hot that I'm almost giggling out loud as I think about what a hot bitch I am. It's so much fun flaunting myself in public, but I better stop thinking about sex and get some food in my stomach before I keel over from starvation.
None of the food vendors I pass by look very appetizing, and after walking around for the longest time, I finally see a food court with lots of places to eat. Pretty much all they're offering is shitty fast food, and I'm like… Yuck…!
I can't eat greasy fast food anymore on my strict sissy diet. Only healthy foods go into my precious little body, so I keep walking until I see an actual restaurant where I might get some healthy food. It looks kinda expensive, but Brenda would rather I spend a little more money than eat that shit they serve at places like McDonald's.
It's a fancy establishment much more to my liking, and I like that the waiter seats me at a small table by the wall, where I can relax enough to get my mind off sex. I order a chicken cobb salad with avocado from the menu, then I text Brenda to let her know I'm in San Francisco and looking forward to coming home to her and Sherry.
'Hey, baby,' she texts back, 'did you have a good time with the gay guys?'
'Oh, damn, Mistress… I had the best time ever!'
'Got fucked a lot, I bet?'
'Almost non-stop!'
'How many enema kits do you have left?'
'Ummm… none.' I giggle after typing those two words.
'Good girl…! See…? Didn't I say you'd use all ten?'
'You were right, Mistress. Just like you were right about making me fly all by myself with nobody along to help me.'