The cum all over my face mixes with the tear smeared eye makeup. It's running down my cheeks. It's in my hair, on my neck, I'm covered with cum.
The first man that came in my face came huge. He choked me too, deep throat fucked me and made me cry. I've been crying and tearing up ever since. That was three hours ago. He had very large spurts that soaked me, I was crying hard when he came right into my face.
The second man held my hair tight when he came in my face, so tight I screamed loudly, cried even harder. The men in the room ignored that, some laughed about it. I cry softly as my mouth is fucked for the probably the fifteenth time, repeatedly over and over. My moaning, whimpering and crying are muffled by the huge cock in my mouth. And the young man holding my head so as to keep his cock in deep in my throat stifle the choking sounds I make that fill the room. The man behind me is in deep too, as they all are when fucking me to cum. He was the third man to use my rear end and then cum all over my back and rear end. That was three hours ago. Cum drips down my legs, my sides, I'm soaked with it. My nylons are covered with their cum and soaking wet. One of my pretty stockings is down around my ankle and has large runs in it.
My pink dress and the ruffled lace panties I wore earlier are crumpled on the chair in the corner of the room. They watched as I stripped them off for them and then got onto the bed on my hands and knees as I was told to do. I still wear my pink heels. Other than the heels and stockings I am naked across the bed sideways, face forward, butt up and out at the edge of the mattress. The bed springs squeak loudly as I'm fucked hard, slammed into the man in front of me, which pushes his cock farther down my throat as I'm pumped rapidly from behind.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh..."
I utter deep guttural choking whimpers as I'm fucked hard from both ends. Finally, the man in my rear end cums. He's been fucking me for a long time. He slaps my rear so hard I cry out, only to choke as the man in front of me holds my head in place by my hair and pumps my mouth. I feel another young man step behind me and push into me. This goes on for what seems like forever. One after the other the twelve to fifteen men in the room, I've lost count, use me. They take turns using my mouth and rear end. I'm being gang banged. I'm being used as my boyfriend promised them they could use me. There is much laughter and noise in the room. I hear myself called 'whore', 'bitch', 'sissy' repeatedly as they use me for their pleasure and amusement. I have been used like this before but never by this many men. My boyfriend has had me do things for several men at his club. But not like this.
The man in front of me cums in my mouth. I start to choke as he holds the sides of my face. Cum runs out of the sides of my mouth, out around his large erection. I feel my eyes fill with tears again. He slaps my face hard.
"Swallow it, bitch!"
Two men waiting their turn laugh loud.
"He's almost like a fucking girl. Almost. Sissy whore."
The man in front of me pulls his cock from my mouth. He looks down at me. He traces my lips, my lipstick smeared all over my face and chin, with his index finger.
"Next."
He says that as another man steps up to the front of me. And as quickly as the other man pulled out of my mouth he pushes his cock in. He starts to fuck.
After four and a half hours it's over. I'm a scene out of a bukkake movie. Thick strands of cum cover my face, back and rear end.
I'm a mess. All but two of them have left, laughing and joking loudly as they did. Many of them took cell phone pictures of me. I'm in just my shoes and stockings and still on my hands and knees on the bed. I'm covered in cum. It's all over my back, face, hair, legs, all over my butt.
"You can get up now, bitch. We're through with you. Get your ass cleaned up. Move you dirty fucking whore!"
He goes back to talking with the man across from him on the couch. They've been sitting and talking about me, about how much more fun it was than they thought it would be, sipping drinks, joking as men do. They talk about a 'next time'. I cry softly. I feel utterly helpless, utterly submissive and used. It's a state of mind that I hate when it's actually happening but crave and masturbate thinking about almost constantly when I'm not in it. It's like being whipped severely. I know that feeling too.
I hurry to my feet. I see the cum soaked mess that is the bed. I gather my things, my purse, and scamper to the bathroom off the side of the room, my heels clicking on the wood floor as I go. I look at myself in the mirror. A used and frightened little 'girl' looks back at me.
When I return to them twenty minutes later, come out of the bathroom after washing my face and rear end, my makeup and hair are perfect. I still have cum in my hair, have not washed it, but have wiped it out as best I could. My pink bow survived it all.
I'm in the pink dress I arrived in, cute little sissy candy jumper dress. I look almost like I did when I arrived except for large red marks on my rear end. Those are covered by my panties and dress. I feel my butt ache and throb, sting from being repeatedly spanked while being fucked. I could go to a bar or restaurant and look every bit normal, as if nothing that just happened had happened.
"You clean up nicely. Very nice, bitch. You can't even tell that we gang fucked you. We should call everyone back and do it again."
One of the men, the one that drove me to this house, smiles at me as he laughs loud.
"You're as pretty as you were when we paid for you. And you are pretty for a sissy boy."
They both laugh. I feel my face flush red.
"I think before I take you back to your pimp I want one more blow job."
He drops the sweat pants he's wearing to his knees, still sitting in the chair, his cock flops to his leg. He's semi erect. He's already fucked my mouth once and my rear end twice. Over the past four hours they all have.
"Yes, sir."
I walk to him, kneel in front of his chair, my purse still on my shoulder. I take him into my mouth. My lipstick begins to smear again as I suck him. He doesn't treat me roughly like he did the first time. He lets me suck him gently, just sits and watches as I masturbate him with my mouth. Ten minutes later I feel his hand go to the back of my head. I can feel him throb. He cums in my mouth, cums silently, doesn't make a sound. His friend just sits and watches as I swallow it all.
"Good sissy boy."
He pushes my head away. I move to the bathroom quickly, fix my lipstick for the second time.
"You want the bitch to suck you before I drive her home? Want to fuck that ass one more time?"
I hear him talk to his friend.
"I'm good. I'm going to pass out, one more beer and I'm gone. I've cum like three times. I'm wasted. I'm going to hit the rack. This was one of the coolest things we've ever done in this house. If my girlfriend found out she'd kill me. I can't believe you talked us all into this."
He laughed.
"I have to drive this bitch home. I'm the responsible one. Remember?"
The man who's cum I can still taste in my mouth laughs.
I return to them, purse in my hand. I say nothing. I stand passively, look to the floor. Just over five hours ago I was standing in front of both of these men, my boyfriend seated on a chair across from them on the couch in my house.
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"He's just like a girl. Fuck, he's pretty, super pretty. Just like you said. Are you sure he isn't a she?"
A man leans forward on the couch, looks at me in amazement.
"Princess, you'll do whatever I tell you to do, won't you, girl."
My boyfriend looks at me sternly. I feel a twinge of fear, feel anxious to not say the wrong thing.
"Yes, you know I will, Daddy. You know I'll do anything for you. Do you want me to things for these men? You know I will."
He stares at me. He knows I will. I've fucked many men he's sent me to. I've fucked many men right in front of him.
"If I wanted you to, you'd lick my ass right now. I can piss in your face if I want too. Can't I? If I want to I can whip and beat you, make you cry. Can't I Princess."
"Yes, yes..." My voice starts to quiver.
"Don't you cry, bitch. Smear that makeup and I'll be very disappointed. I want you pretty for my new friends."
He looks to the man across from him, the man smiling up at me then back to me. My boyfriend speaks to them while looking sternly at me.
"He is the perfect whore. He's sexier than a real girl, way tighter too. And he'll do anything. He's been well trained to be a good girl. You get a blow job from this one and you won't go back to your college girlfriends. And he's just about passable. Tell me that is not a fucking girl, a pretty girl."
I'm wearing pink open toe pumps with 3" spike heels. My pink toenails show through the front of my shoes, through my white nylon stockings. My hose are thigh high with little pink bows at the front and back at the lace tops of each stocking. My sheer see-through panties are pink with small delicate micro-ruffles across the rear. The dress I wear has a flair skirt that just barely covers the tops of my stockings, a very slight petticoat slip on the inside of the skirt pushes it out, shows off my legs, an 'A' shaped flair. The dress has a jumper front that pushes up under my non-existent breasts, flair sleeves puffy at the wrists make me a perfect little girl. I look like a teenager. My blond hair is pulled off to the side, a big curl up just under my right ear, big pink bow on the side just above my left ear. My makeup is perfect, pointy dark Cleopatra eyes with huge lashes make for a very alluring and sexy look. Pink gloss lipstick and liner complete me. I am the perfect piece of sissy 'girl' candy. The men seeing me for the first time like what they see. I can tell.
