EXTRACT FOR
The Makings of a Sissy
(J.S. Lee)

"He is going to love to take cock, isn't he?" the pimp asked, the nightstick was still now and the man directed him, "hold it there in your pussy, bitch," and Robert clenched his anus around the stick, straining to keep it on his g-spot, squeezing and dribbling, draining his liquid onto the bed and holding back his climax with much difficulty.



"Now let's see how stretched out that pussy is," the man uncuffed his hands first, they were no longer needed, Robert was a subjugated whore now, he held onto the sheet and continued to follow instructions, squeezing the stick inside and wetting the rubber ball with his tongue as he imagined sucking Vivian's beautiful dick once more.



"I've got to try this out, V," the pimp explained to her and Robert heard the jingle of a belt and then a zipper and felt the weight of the man as he made his way to his position, between Robert's tree trunk thighs, "see how much dick this little cunt can take."



The man entered him completely in one push and Robert still couldn't scream but his whole body shook from the sensation of being filled, forced, taken and the cock stayed in place now, as the stick had, "tighten up that pussy for me, bitch," he commanded and Robert felt the moan rise in his throat even though it was silent.



Vivian had moved on the bed and knelt before him now, with a gentle touch, the gag was unbuckled and the wet ball made a loud, sucking noise as it was released from between his lips.  Robert looked up to her face and saw that she was hard once more, the long, pink cock had risen up from it's hiding place in the lacy panties and jolted and beckoned for his mouth once more, "your mouth is so good, Robert, I want you again," it was no request and Robert sighed, there was no question, he didn't need her to ask.



She wiped the head of her dick on his bottom lip and squeezed out another droplet or two on the tip of his tongue when he opened his mouth.  "That sweet tongue," she hung her head back and Robert saw the toss of red curls slide back over her shoulders as she made her way inside.



Being fucked in both holes, Robert moved his head down on the cock that filled his mouth as the man pulled back and then took every inch of the man's dick inside as he moved his mouth up to her wet tip.  Skewered and owned, he was a cock whore and he realized that he loved it, being used for her pleasure and even the pimp's, he was full of her taste and knew that he'd swallow another mouthful of her cream while his asshole was pumped full of the man's hot, sticky release.



"V, he's got such a tight pussy," the man was rocking him back and forth on the bed now, giving Robert his full weight with every thrust, his pelvis slamming into his cheeks, the head of his cock touching the place that made his body vibrate with every move.  Robert moaned on the hard flesh in his mouth, his body convulsing with delight and he felt himself topple over, the orgasm ripped from his body.



He sucked her furiously while rivulets of his climax coursed through his cock and splattered the bed below.  "Robert, yes, just like that," she was close as well and he came while he felt her tensing in his mouth, slipping from between his lips at the last minute before covering his face in a salty stream of her buttery load.



The man behind him thrust hard one last time and Robert could feel the wet heat entering him, shot after shot, his face touched the bed and he moaned, knowing that he'd feel the man's cum run down his legs and cover his ass when the pimp was done marking him.



"Fuck, that was hot, I love a new whore, V," the man was done with him, slapped his cheek and let Robert collapse to the bed in a wet heat, covered in stickiness, every muscle quivered and his body was a pulsing sensation of desire.



The man was leaving and Robert heard him mumble something to Vivian before the door closed behind him.  Her sashay back to the bed was much slower and he turned his head to watch her walk, her pale skin shone with sweat and to Robert, she seemed to sparkle.



"Was that everything you expected, Robert?" her pouty lips were bare of lipstick now and he liked them better that way.



He felt as if he were too exhausted to even speak but answered her with a nod and a quiet, "yes, Miss Vivian."



"Are you ready for another surprise then?" she traced one long nail down his cheek and as spent as he was, he felt the familiar pull, her skin on his, it would always be exhilarating.



"Yes, Miss Vivian," he loved her name and loved hearing himself say it as he did over and over in his mind while masturbating to her.



"Get dressed, Robert and then we'll talk," she stood up, all business now and he knew that his time with her had come to and end and that obsessing over the next time was just beginning.