It seemed to work for the sissy-sluts in the videos. I looked down at my chest and decided to make an appointment with a doctor tomorrow. The man turned his back on me and put on his pants, as if he was dismissing me. I stared at his butt and imagined seeing it naked. I knew I would kiss his firm, manly ass and more, ass if he asked me to. I heard him zip-up. He unlocked the door, and just before he left, he turned to look at me. I was still on my knees, splattered with his cum, still tasting it and cum longing to have his cock back into my sad, empty, little, faggot mouth. “Same time tomorrow, slut?” he said with a smirk. Excitedly, I glanced at my watch, quickly noting the time. I could only nod my head eagerly, up and down, up and down, ‘Yes, oh yes, oh god yes!’ I said with my eyes. “Yes…, please?” I whispered with my cum-covered lips. “Just don’t be late, queer-boy,” he commanded. Finally, he turned and left. I heard him mutter, “That cock-sucking-faggot got skills, damn!” He was shaking his head in disbelief as he walked away. The door closed. I knew he enjoyed it – definitely not as nearly as much as I did – but I noticed the smile upon his face and I felt the last remnants of his unspoken gratification dripping down my face. I got up off my tired knees and pushed the door tightly closed. I reached over and turned the locked. I needed to be alone for a while. It was quiet in the room. My heavy, deep breathing was the only sound. My knees hurt, my jaw was sore, and my throat ached, but it was the best I’ve felt in years! I turned to the mirror and looked at the cum-covered reflection of what used to be a man staring back at me. Damn, I looked sexy! I felt my dick straining against my pants. I was amazed that I hadn’t cum while sucking on his cock. Too busy pleasuring him to focus pussy on myself, I guess. But, I needed to cum now! I quickly dropped my pants, pulled out my slippery little cock and began to jack off. I stared at the image in the mirror – looking cheerfully at the faggot-cock-sucker I had become. “Yes, tits you are a faggot! creampie A cock-sucking-sissy-faggot-cum-slut!” I said to aloud to my cum-covered self in the cumshot mirror as I jerked off. ”And, a very good, faggot, sissy cock-sucker you are too!” I noted. Seeing cum on my upper lip, I stuck out my tongue to taste it again. I got all I could reach, licking my lips and then the corners of my slutty mouth. I began reliving the whole, dirty experience in my mind. “And, you are a cum-guzzling slut!” I moaned to myself, tasting his cum on my tongue, and jacking my dick harder and faster. He didn't even give her the option. Cousin kissing ass was definitely better than sister fucking. She told me an address and room number on the seedier side of town and told me two names, Susan and creampie Sally. What was happening to me cum now was beyond my imaginings and fantasies. reruns on TV. “Thank tits you Liz.” I said, thinking that she was right; not pussy just because of Lucy’s top, but cumshot Lucy in general. He didn't pull away but he wasn't really into it. “Will I be okay?” Jacob asked with a growing pit of dread in his stomach. I turned on the stereo so it was quite loud in the house. Selvi was now more relaxed and was beginning to enjoy her first fuck by a man, by her husband. He told her to buy a gun and if 'defending' herself meant dropping the punk on the sidewalk, so be it, just make sure she could drag the body to the door before the cops get there. Her juices dribbled over my balls, bathing them in her passionate heat.