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He then sawed it in and out of my mouth while moving my head around to enjoy the spectacle from all different angles. That was the easy bit. After spreading as much saliva over the repulsive latex toy, I turned around as told, and reached back to pull my ass cheeks wide apart. Did you pick out the designs yourself? Any answer I might have had was lost as he screwed the ass plug fully home. My scream must have woken the dead as I felt the widest part slip past my sphincter.

God, I felt so stuffed, so full, so incredibly stretched. Satisfied with progress so far, Eric decided it was time for me to put on a little show for him, for the next ten minutes I was forced to jump up and down to make my new mammoth breasts leap all over the place. I was then ordered on to all fours so that he could use the toe of his shoe to force my plug fully home, while making my pendulous breasts swung violently beneath me as I grunted with the pain he caused me on the filthy floor.

Finally it was time for me to get dressed. The uniform comprised of a big fluffy flared petticoat that served to push the white lace trimmed hem of the pathetic little pink dress up until it was over 45 degree above my thighs. Black fishnet stocking were clipped to the white garter belt, and a pair of hideously frilly white and pink, rumba style panties encased my still sore buttocks. My new nipples were proudly jutting through the stretchy white lace. A little lace bib, which ties with a large flouncey bow in back, lace headdress, and lacey fingerless gloves, all in white, completed my attire.

This involved me holding my hand down by my hips, with my fingers held up and out from me, and walking with quick little steps, never extending my gait beyond eight inches. The result was that my breasts jiggled maniacally all over the place and the hem of my dress kept flipping up to reveal a generous view of my stocking tops, thighs and even my frilly panty clad derriere. We watched the disgusting movie in this manner for a little while, Eric all the while commenting and questioning on what was happening on screen.

I think Eric remembered this about the same time I did. Groaning with humiliation and fighting a strong urge to puke, I slip to my knees in front of him.

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But God was busy elsewhere as I found my long fingernails reaching out and inexpertly puling down his fly. Eric let out his own little groan as my warm fingers reached in to his shorts and released his horrid penis in to the flickering lights of the peep show booth. Once free from its confines, I was alarmed to see it was not as small as I had hoped. In truth it was a little over six inches tall, but easily as wide as the plug currently painfully stretching my poor asshole. Inevitably, Eric confirmed I could delay no longer. Then lets see that lovely tongue of yours dancing around my knob head.

Crying inside I did as instructed and lowered my head to plant a long, slow, kiss on the top of his glans, spreading his pre-cum with my lips.

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Then fighting back the nausea, I proceeded to run my tongue up and down, and all around its length and crown. Taking a handful of my long flowing hair, Eric decided to set me a more suitable pace and proceeded to force my mouth down over his engorged cock. My screams quickly became stifled moans as his glans forced its way into my mouth and down my throat. Maintaining his painful handful of my platinum curls Eric set the pace as he forced my head up and down his dick.

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I could not believe the combination of revulsion, humiliation and pain as his seemingly monstrous dick slid up and down my throat. I was actually sucking, no deep throating a man!


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A sissy who was even now having her face fucked while dressed in enormous fake boobs. A skimpy, little, totally revealing, fetish costume, while kneeling in a combination of mine and countless perverts congealed semen, and in a porno shops peepshow booth to boot! Stop every now and lick and kiss my balls, you can fondle them while your deep throating me.

Again I had no choice but to ignore my better judgement and comply with his every demand. I eased down the tiny lace bib of my pink dress and let my enormous new breasts free from their scanty and inadequate prison. They flopped all over the place as I maintained my furious pace bobbing up and down in his disgusting lap.

Ah yes, Wow! I can see you love this Candy you slut, tell me how good it feels. So, as I was sliding one saliva slippery white gloved hand up and down his shaft while I slurped away furiously on the head of his dick, and my other hand cupped and gently squeezed his balls, I told him between mouthfuls of his disgusting manhood. One moment I would have one of his gross testicles in my mouth and the next I would have his pubic hair on my lips and nose as I took his entire length in my throat.

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Eric liked to reach down and fondle his visible hardness within my grossly distended and stretched throat, further adding to my natural gag reflex. This only served to further stimulate the fat bastard as my throat contracted tightly around the thick cock he was feeding in and out of my mouth. Anything, I would do anything to make him cum quickly and this torment stop. Sure enough, after about fifteen minutes of my total humiliation I felt him tense, he then grabbed my hair again to spear his dick down my throat as he started to gush his hot salty jism inside of me.

I struggled to get his dick out of my throat and Eric allowed me to lift my head, never releasing his grip on my hair, until his cum was shooting in to my mouth. This appeared to give Eric an idea and he pulled his still spurting dick from my mouth and proceeded to ejaculate his remaining seed all over my face, neck and breasts. I was dripping with the evil stuff. It gummed up my left eye as it mixed with the mascara and served to make my eye water.

It ran in rivulets down my chin and neck and large globs of it had settled on the bodice of my pink uniform, forming dark circles with creamy white centers. I was a total mess, and totally wigged out at what I had just been forced to endure. You have along and illustrious career ahead of you young sissy. You are such a great lover Eric, you rule! Was there something he had omitted to tell me?

I wondered as I worked his now cool sperm in to my exposed flesh, both my gloves were already ruined and caked with his spunk. All the while I was apparently delighting in telling the fat slob what a great little sissy cocksucker I was. All the better to attract more of the type of men I loved, the type that loved to abuse and debase me, loved to fill the mouth and sissy-pussy of a little faggot slut like me. How once I had those men, how I just loved to suck and fuck them so that I could drink down gallons, and massage in loads of their lovely jism in to every square inch my tanned little sissy body.

I realized now that we were definitely being watched, somehow, and that I was being forced to really play it up to my invisible audience. As a parting shot Eric decided to make me act out my new name, or rather the spoonerism of my name. I found enough to make me blush to my roots as I crawled around the filthy floor, my tits swinging wildly blow me going, Moo! Come fuck this sissy whore, Moo! I love to suck hard dick. Without giving me a chance to clean myself up a little, Eric dragged me from the booth and back in to the storefront proper.

I was amazed to see nearly twenty men all standing around one of the large TV displays to one side of the wall. My entrance caused a whooping great roar of approval, I think it was this, coupled to my relief that my ordeal was over, that made me smile at their cheer. Unfortunately it was immediately followed by hoots of derision aimed at my appearance. Sam grabbed my wrist and led me over to a mirror and I was horrified at the site that met me. Bad enough to have been forced to get made-up, dressed and coifed like a total slut, but this?

Those, coupled to the dark semen stains on my skimpy top, were enough to tell the tale by themselves. And there, dazzlingly displayed on a crystal clear inch color screen, there displayed for the twenty disgusting perverts present, was I. A remote control zoom had been used to zoom in on my mouth and throat as Eric drove his bone down my throat.

You could clearly make out the profile of his tool as my throat and neck stretched to accommodate its girth. Throughout all of the tape I watched there was never a hint that I was being forced to commit any of these gross acts against my will. I had presented my tormentors with yet another ready-made tool for my successful blackmail. I had dug myself still deeper in tot a seemingly already bottomless pit. Worse still, they even had twenty witnesses to the fact that I was smiling as I came out to meet my public. No jury in the world would ever be convinced that I had been forced to participate against my will, after all, I was supposed to be a man, capable of sticking up for myself.

No, I could almost hear them calling me the guilty one now; Their lawyers would verbally twist my motive for my every action.

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Like Eric forcing me to masturbate while facing the camera. I knew I was squirming with shame, but to anyone lese, it could only be lust that made me gyrate my hips onscreen, as I apparently willingly ran my gloved hand up and down my little penis, my pink talons glistening with my saliva. I could just see the jury staring intently at the screen, or me, as they watched me squeezing and stroking myself until I was seen to ejaculate all over the floor while moaning loudly.

Sam was twenty steps ahead of me, every step of the way. I fainted. Of course they just left me in a disgusting heap on the equally filthy floor while they all made plans for the editing, copying and distribution of my very first pornographic feature film. I awoke slowly, and prayed that it had all been a terrible nightmare until the realization that it was dark, and I was in the back seat of my parked car… alone, made me realize it was indeed real life. But perhaps here was an opportunity to run. I had long ago realized that I had to get away from the brothers if I was to ever live a normal life again.

Hoping against hope that they had nipped out from the car thinking I was out cold for the count, I slowly raised my head above the front seats. I was home. I was in my car, parked on my drive… and as far as I could see, I was alone. Gingerly, I opened the car door and climbed slowly out.

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The cool night air on my near naked and denuded legs reminded me of my poor state of undress. Not bothering with any more details of my ridiculous clothing, but quickly checking my car for keys — no luck, I quickly jiggled my way to my front door. I turned the doorknob slowly, and entered my own house as quietly as a church mouse.