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Okay, I've been a bad sissy princess for making you all wait so long, but hopefully it was all worth it. If you haven't read Like Mother, Like Sissy (the first Sissy Princess Sperm Whore Story), you may want to go back and give it a read. You don't have to have read it to enjoy this, the second Sissy Princess Sperm Whore Story, but I think it will add to your enjoyment.
Cum Clean, Leave Full A Sissy Princess Sperm Whore Story
by Sissy Princess Heathyr sissyprincessheathyr@gmail.com
I've always been a sound sleeper.
It probably has a lot to do with my mom's lifestyle, and with our respect for each other's privacy. It's not that I taught myself to sleep deeply so I wouldn't have to hear her coming in at all hours of the night, or so I wouldn't have to hear her screams of ecstasy as she swallowed one black cock after another in her every hole. It was more that I didn't want to intrude, or somehow ruin the moment, by accidentally making my presence known to her lovers.
Anyway, being such a sound sleeper, I really have no idea how long she sat there, her arms wrapped around her legs, with her head resting on her knees, just watching me. I'm not even sure what it was that woke me up. Yeah, I smelled the cum leaking into her panties the moment I awoke, but I don't think it was strong enough to pull me from my sleep.
Although it may have accounted for that last dream I had before waking.
Anyway, the moment I opened my eyes, she looked down at me and favored me with a half-smile. I instantly knew something was wrong. She didn't look like herself. She looked anxious and sad, and maybe even a bit disappointed. I hoped it was nothing I had done, but I suspected there was something we were going to need to talk about.
"Good morning, Heath."
My heart immediately caught in my throat. I could count on one hand the number of times she had called me by my given name in the last year, and none of them were happy occasions. When we talked, she usually referred to me with cute little terms of affection, like sweetie, honey, baby, cutie, and (most recently) sissy. `Heath' was reserved for when we had something serious to discuss, whereas my full name - Heath Ernest Randolph - was reserved for when I had done something seriously wrong.
I hadn't heard that name in years.
"What's wrong, mom?" I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, determined to focus.
She favored me with that half-smile again. "Nothing."
That heart that was caught in my throat? It just swelled to twice its normal size, and felt about ready to burst! Not only did she look upset, and not only had she used my name, but she had just outright lied to me. We might have secrets, and we might not always offer them up, but we never lied to one another. Never.
Now I was worried. Had she had a change of heart regarding my recent adoption of her lifestyle? Had something happened to make her doubt whether a whore for big black cock really wanted a sissy princess sperm whore for a son?
"Mom." I reached out and placed my hands over hers. Even with the tension in the room, I couldn't help but admire her long, perfectly red fingernails. Mine were cute and pink, which I absolutely loved, but still short. "What is it? What has you so upset that first you'd call me Heath, and then you'd lie to me?"
Realization dawned in her eyes. Clearly, it had all been instinctive and unconscious on her part – she was so distracted by whatever was bothering her, she hadn't even been aware of what she was saying. Suddenly, she melted before my eyes, tears running down her face even as a real, authentic, honest smile spread across her face. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"It's okay, mom." I adjusted my pink baby-doll as I sat up and squeezed her hand. "It's okay, I swear it. Tell me what's on your mind."
"Darnel wants you down at the warehouse today, on-set, and ready to assist with Alicia's gangbang."
I was a little embarrassed to have done it in front of my mom, but I creamed my panties a bit at just the thought of what `assisting' might entail. I immediately wondered, though, if that's why she was upset. Was she really questioning what I had become?
She must have seen the question in my eyes, because she denied it before I could even ask. "I'm not upset with you, honey. Not at all. I know how much you've wanted this, and I know how much Darnel wants you involved." She turned her hands over and squeezed my own in hers. "I know this is probably an awful thing for a mother to tell her son, but I am so proud of my little sissy princess, so proud of my little sperm whore."
I smiled at that and squeezed back. "Then what's wrong, mom?"
"It's just . . . well . . ." She paused for a long moment, before continuing. "It's just that today was finally going to be my turn on camera, my turn to become the next gang bang superstar." She shrugged awkwardly. "I was really looking forward to my moment of celebrity infamy, but Darnel didn't feel it would be appropriate for you to assist with your own mother's gangbang. Even though we wouldn't be intimate, he still felt it would be inappropriate."
"Then take it, take the opportunity." There was no question in my mind. As much as I wanted my moment of sissy infamy, I knew she had been waiting for far longer than me. "Tell Darnel I'm sick, or that I've changed my mind, or that I'm not ready. I don't care what you tell him, just tell him I'm not available, and that you are."
She shook her head and squeezed hard enough to make me squirm. "Don't you even think it, sissy boy. Our black Master wants you on your knees, ready to assist with all those big black cocks, and you are not going to pass up the opportunity."
"But—"
She immediately cut me off. "No buts! I'll get my chance soon enough, and I'll pester Darnel to get me enough men to set a record!" She dropped her legs to the side, scooted forward, and pulled me into a warm, nurturing embrace. I felt the stiff, well-stained front of her blouse scraping against my chest and smiled at how different we were. She was in it for the cock, for the sucking and the fucking, and thought nothing of walking around with a cum-stained blouse. Me, I was in it for the cum, and would have gladly sucked that blouse clean on the drive home!
"I've had over a decade and a half of being a Whore for Big Black Cock, but my precious little darling has only been a Sissy Princess Sperm Whore for a month and a half."
I shuddered with the thrill of . . . well, not quite humiliation, but acknowledgement. I could hear the capital letters in her voice when she spoke of me, which mean she really had accepted my choice.
"Are you sure?" I would have died if she'd changed her mind, but never would have let it show.
"Of course I'm sure." She smiled at me again, and there was such love there, such pride, I knew our fight was well-and-truly over. "I just hope Alicia understand what a lucky woman she is to have such a beautiful little assistant."
"Thanks, mom."
With one last squeeze, she released me from her hug and climbed off the bed. I saw the short leather skirt ride up her ass, revealing the lack of panties beneath – and the still glistening trail of cum running down her inside thigh. Why it struck me, I don't know, but for the first time I wondered how many morning kisses over the years had been full of cum, and how many of the glazed donuts I'd snuck a bite of over breakfast had boasted her lovers' special glaze. I doubt she ever thought about it, much less planned it, but it explained why I was never able to buy donuts that tasted as good as those stolen bites.
"Woohoo!" She called to me from the doorway, pulling me back to the present. "Come on down and get some breakfast. You have a long day ahead, and not much time to prepare."
Twenty minutes later I was showered, hairless, and standing naked before the kitchen table. I'd just poured myself a bowl of cereal, and was slowly stroking my sissy cock, ready to add the topping to which I'd become so intensely addicted.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Mom slapped my hand away as she passed. "Darnel said none of that. He wants you hot, horny, and hungry when you get there."
"Fine." I knew I was sulking a little bit, but I really felt like I'd been denied something special. I dropped my shoulders and trudged over the fridge, determined to make a show of my disappointment. When I reached in for my pink ice-cube tray, though, it was gone.
"Mom?" I turned from the fridge to see her running hot water down the sink. The steam was visible clear across the room. "Where did my ice cubes go?"
It was her turn to shrug. "I told you, Darnel wants you hungry." She turned off the water, and I immediately smelled the faint tang of melted cum. So much for the added nutrients in my morning glass of orange juice! She sauntered away from the sink, closing the distance between us with her sexiest walk. "His exact words were," she told me, "make sure my sissy princess is hungry enough to smell the cum churning within those big, black ball sacs."
Suddenly, I wasn't nearly so disappointed. Instead, I was hungry.
Oh, so very hungry.
Just as my Master wanted.
"Now, eat your breakfast, then get upstairs and get dressed. We have to have you on-set in two hours, and I have a few errands to run first."
A little while later I stood in my closet, dancing from one foot to another, playing with the lock of hair over my right shoulder. I had never felt less like a boy and more like a true-and-proper sissy in all my life. I felt like a girl going on her first date – in essence, I guess I was – and I had no idea what to wear.
Just then, my mom came in, visibly tapping her watch to remind me of the time. "What's taking so long? Get dressed!"
"But what do I wear?" I was almost in tears, I was so nervous. I just knew I had to pick the exact right outfit, or risk disappointing Darnel, and possibly denying myself access to his hot, thick, wonderful, black cum.
"Think about it. What did Darnel say about dedication and pride? What did he say being prepared for people to know what you are?" She waved her hand at my closet. "There must be something in there that a sissy princess would wear."
There was, and I immediately knew what it was. I rummaged in the very back of my closet, withdrawing one of my earliest outfits. I'd kind of outgrown it, graduating to more mature (and publically suitable) feminine attire, but it was precisely what popped into my bimbo brain every time I thought about sucking the cum from a big, hard, black cock.
I quickly slipped into my pink ballerina's outfit, complete with leotards, tights, leg warmers, ballet shoes, and tutu. The tights were a bit sparkly, with the leg warmers a half-shade of pink darker. The tutu, of course, was sparkly and crisp, standing out like I was suspended in a perpetual pirouette. To top it all off, I opened my costume jewelry drawer and pulled out my princess crown.
It was a cheap bit of plastic, painted to look silver, and covered with gaudy fake stones. The moment I saw it at the carnival last summer, I knew I'd had to have it – no matter what the other guys thought. They never suspected a thing, and had completely believed my story about it being determined to keep it as a reminder of just how rigged those games were.
When I pranced out of the closet, doing an awkward twirl for my mom's amusement, she clapped in delight. "Oh, that is so precious!" She rushed over to give me a hug. "That," she assured me, "just screams sissy princess. If I didn't know you were my eighteen year old son, I would never guess you weren't a teenaged girl." She stood back and laughed. "A tall teenaged girl, with a bit too much upper body definition, but a teenaged girl all the same."
It should have been embarrassing and humiliating to have my mom see me like that, much less talk about me like that, but I'd never felt happier. "Can you do my hair for me, mom? Pig tails? Please?"
She laughed as she began braiding my hair. "Oh, you're just incorrigible!"
When she was done, I readjusted my crown. "Do you think Darnel will approve?"
"Oh, yes." She nodded. "Him and every other black stud on set." I watched her shudder, and knew she was thinking of the delights she was being denied that afternoon, but also saw that she was honestly enjoying my part in things to come.
And to cum.
I had originally balked when she first tried dragging me into the mall, but all it had taken was one quick reminder about being proud, and suddenly I was prancing along, dragging her from store to store. As it turned out, she really didn't have any errands to run – I think she just wanted to see if I'd go through with it, and how I'd deal with the attention.
At first, the attention did make me a little uncomfortable. Younger teens weren't an issue, because I knew most of them weren't mature enough to appreciate what I had become. They mocked me as a defense mechanism, because taking me seriously would mean admitting to their own taboo thoughts and feelings. At the same time, adults weren't an issue, because I knew most of them had matured beyond the point where the choices I'd made were still available to them. They looked down their noses at mom and me, broadcasting their disapproval for the world to see, because they were jealous of us, and desperately regretting their own lost opportunities.
We were asked politely to leave three stores, and kicked out of two others with threats to call security. By the end of our hour of shopping, we had our own escort of mall-cops, always following a few stores behind. Not necessarily making a nuisance of themselves, but ensuring we were aware of them.
"You know, sissy, it occurs to me that there is one thing missing from your look."
I was confused. She had helped me put on just a hint of makeup before we left the house, but insisted I would have to earn any more. Could that be what she meant? I turned to her, squeezed the hand I'd been so gently holding – and swinging – all along, and asked, "What's that, mom?"
She smiled and suddenly pulled me into one of the fanciest jewelry stores in the mall. I'm talking about the kind of store with its own security guard and a single door that can be locked at the push of a button. I thought for sure she was asking for trouble, but then an older red-haired woman came rushing out from behind the counter.
"Jane! So good to see you!" She wrapped my mom in the biggest hug, lifting her off her feet, and spinning her around in the process. "How long has it been?" She finally put mom down, but refused to let go. "This is so weird – I was just going to call you to see if you were free tonight."
Mom smiled, but I caught the momentary twinge. "As luck would have it, I am free, but I'm afraid we'll have to find our own cream filling." She pulled me close, hugging me to her side. "I don't think you've ever met my son, but he's getting the cream today."
"Oh, you must be so excited!" I was so stunned, I didn't know what to say. Here was this complete stranger – to me, at least – talking about our perversions like she would the weather. She looked to be in her early fifties, and was in very good shape. Far more muscular than I, personally, thought looked appropriate on a woman, but she carried it well.
Mom saw my confusion and laughed. "Roxanne is Gay for Black Sperm Holes." Again with the capital letters! I was going to have to practice my own label so I could convey the same emphasis when I talked to others. Then again, there was something deliciously submissive about always being referred to in lowercase. "She's a total lesbian, and wouldn't touch a ten-inch cock with a ten foot pole, but she loves eating loads of black sperm from my pussy."
The other woman nodded frantically. "Oh, yes! The older and slimmer, the better." She trailed a hand down my mom's arm, and then – to my surprise – did the same to me. "I suspect you like it a bit fresher than I do, but I think we can agree the taste is divine, can't we?"
I laughed. I really liked this woman. "Yummy!" I agreed.
We continued to chat as she sat me down in the piercing chair, asked what I had in mind, asked what my mom had in mind, and then creatively compromised. By the time she was done, I had a small pink stud in each ear, with a small platinum hoop next to that, and a much larger silver hoop next to that, the three of them tracing a sexy curve up my earlobe.
Roxanne had pushed hard for traditional yellow gold, but mom hadn't worn a piece of yellow gold since the death of my dad. She still had her gold wedding ring, sitting atop his ashes in the urn above our fireplace, but she had told me often enough that she hated the color, and I agreed. There was just something so commonplace and tacky about it. A nice white gold was acceptable, but silver or platinum was idea.
Even if it weren't for her, I still would have made the same choices, as the platinum and silver matched my princess crown beautifully.
As we were getting ready to leave, the red-head pulled my mom aside. It was partly the clutch of a friend desperate to discuss something, but also partly the embrace of a lover desperate to seduce someone. I continued a few paces ahead, to give them some privacy, but they spoke loudly enough to ensure I overheard.
"Tell me, Jane, are you going to have your sissy develop?" I glanced back over my shoulder to see Roxanne all over my mom. She had her chin on mom's shoulder and was licking her earlobe as she talked. "Are you going to put him through his hormonal paces? Are you going to help his gorgeous little body catch up with his lovely little mind?"
"That's not my call, and you know it, you lecherous queen!" When mom turned to share a passionate kiss, I turned my attention back to the jewelry counter. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the security guard doing the same. "If Darnel wants him on hormones and vitamins," mom said, "I suspect the little sissy will be quite eager, and if Darnel suggests a little cosmetic surgery, I doubt anything I could say would keep him out of the hospital bed."
Roxanne's laughter was infectious. I even saw the security guard smile, before he caught me looking and turned away, red-faced with embarrassment. "Be honest, my dear, you want to see him develop, don't you?"
"Just between you and I" – mom raised her voice a little bit higher – "absolutely. It's not something I had ever considered for him, and certainly nothing I had planned, but fate sometimes demands the right choices of us. Knowing what he's become already, I'd love to see my little sissy become Darnel's submissive shemale slut."
I whimpered a bit at the thought, and had to dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands to control myself. I pictured myself with a pair of real breasts – a `D' cup, for sure – a waspish waist, a perfect ass – I'd have to ask mom what she did to put so much junk in her trunk without ruining the rest of her figure – and maybe even a little work on my face. I'd never thought about taking things so far before, but suddenly the image of my future was clearly set in my mind.
"Fantastic! You'll let me know as soon as he's ready, won't you?" Roxanne's infectious giggle snapped me out of my daydream. She looked like such a butch, but she was so sweet and friendly, I certainly wouldn't mind cleaning a few black sperm holes with her. "I may not have much use for boys," she cooed, "but I do like a cum-filled shemale slut!"
"It's a deal." I whispered the words to myself at the exact same moment my mom said it aloud.
Further proof that great minds do, in fact, think alike!
By the time we pulled up before the old warehouse, I only had minutes to spare. The warehouse was located in just about the worst area of town, surrounded by crazed junkies, homeless winos, and well-armed teenaged punks. It was the kind of place people stayed far away from, and which the police only visited when required – and then only in groups of at least four or five squad cars. We stood out like a couple of sore thumbs (for more reasons than one), but I have to admit I was more thrilled than scared.
Part of me really wanted those punks to kidnap me, take me back to their lair, and have their way with me. From a distance, it was hard to judge what was cock and what was cocked, what was flesh and what was steel, but even if they weren't as well-hung as Darnel, they looked like they knew just how to use and abuse a worthless sissy, rip the princess crown from her head, and exploit her as their community sperm-whore.
Mom made a quick call on her cell, and suddenly a section of the wall before us was pulled away to reveal a cleverly concealed door. It was thick and heavy enough that four men were required to move it, and the heavy deadbolt lock looked like it weighed as much as a bowling ball. This was some heavy security, but that was to be expected.
Darnel made millions within that warehouse, and he wasn't about to share.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, would you look at that!" Darnel's booming voice overwhelmed even the sound of the door being dragged shut. "Have you ever seen a white boy so queer? I mean, they're all just faggots in waiting, compared to a black man, a real man, but this fucking sissy takes the cake!"
Without so much as a word or a look, mom and I both dropped to our knees and watched our Master approach. He was completely naked and glistening with sweat, his muscles all rippled and taut, and his semi-erect cock swaying with every step.
He stopped before us and slapped both our faces with his cock, hitting us from the left, and giving mom first taste, and then from the right, giving me sloppy seconds. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the trail of pre-cum across her cheek and whimpered softly.
Darnel just laughed. "Sorry about your big day, bitch, but I've got something even better in the works for you." He lifted his cock and smiled as mom placed a single kiss on the head. "I'm not making any promises, mainly because that asshole Carl has let me down before, but we just might be slipping you in for a real prison gang bang."
The squeal that came out of mom's mouth was like nothing I had ever heard before. It was a sound that I instantly knew I had to learn how to replicate. It was the sound of dreams coming true.
"Do you really mean it?" Mom was so happy, she was crying.
"Would I lie to my whore?" Darnel pulled his cock away from her mouth and began tracing out W4BBC on her face with his pre-cum. I could see it glistening in the fluorescent lighting, and could smell it from beside her. "The deal is thirty hardened criminals, each one of them well-hung and black, and none of whom have tapped anything more than white boy ass in at least a dozen years. They're going to fucking tear you apart, bitch and you are going to enjoy every minute of it."
"Ohhhh, yes." She whispered the words, clearly afraid of moving and messing up his aim.
"But that's later, and this is now." Darnel stepped back to admire his handiwork. "Leave that cum on there, bitch, and wait tight for your princess." He grabbed me by my pigtails and hauled me roughly to my feet. "If the little sissy performs well, I'll let him lick your face clean before you leave."
Once I was on my feet, he adjusted my crown, smoothed out my tutu, and then tore the top of my outfit to reveal my hairless chest. "Are you hungry?" he asked. I nodded, my eyes glazed over with lust. "No, no, no," he scolded, "I want you to tell me. Are you hungry?"
"Yes, Master." I danced up and down as I nodded. "I am so very hungry for cock, so very thirsty for cum." I licked my lips as I thought of the treasure drying on my mom's face. "I want to lick every spurt from Alicia skin, suck every load from her pussy, and drain every deposit from her ass. I want to lie beneath her as she's being fucked, and lap up every ounce of cum that drips out of her holes."
Even as he nodded, I heard the first sounds of ecstasy coming from the opposite end of the warehouse. Apparently, Alicia was a screamer. "Well, it sounds like the party has begun." Darnel pointed me in the right direction, slapped my ass, and sent me on my way. "Get your sissy ass in there, faggot, and start offering your services."
"Aren't you coming, Master?"
"Damn right, but I want to warm up on your mother first."
Delighted, I blew her a kiss, and then raced off into the darkness, guided only by the sounds a woman being filled with black cum.
I skipped across the hard, concrete floor, my ballet slippers swishing softly with each step. With my attention completely focused on the petite redhead being impaled on the rubber-sheeted mattress, I yelped with surprise when a hand emerged from the darkness, stopping me dead in my tracks. It was, by far, the largest hand I had ever seen in my life. Had he wanted to, I'm sure he could have thrown me across the warehouse and back into Darnel's arms with a single shove.
"Um, hi."
I heard a growl from the darkness, but with the lights behind him, he was nothing more than a big, black, looming silhouette. He leaned forward until his head was next to mine, and then whispered in my ear. "Don't say a fucking word, stay behind the yellow tape, and don't make eye contact with the star." He gave my new earrings a lick, and then bit down hard on the swollen lobe of my ear.
I bit back a yelp, and melted against his incredibly well-muscled chest.
"We're doing two movies here today," he whispered. "The first is a straight gangbang, which means you stay the fuck off camera. For this one, you're just another fluffer."
He grabbed my chin and forced my head to the side. A pair of white girls, so similar in appearance they could have been twins, were on their knees. I watched as they bounced from one cock to another, sucking and slurping, but never providing their black studs with more than a tease.
"Later this afternoon you'll see the lights flash once, and you'll hear the Director yell for a change." He turned my head back so that his eyes were boring into mine. "The moment you hear that yell, you stop whatever the fuck it is you're doing, and you get your sissy ass on set. Alicia's a whore, but she's a prissy whore who likes to play with her dollies before she feeds them. You will wear what exactly what she says, no matter how rude, crude, or demeaning. Once you're made up to her satisfaction, she will tell you where to lick, what to suck, and how to clean her." He must have noticed my sissy clit getting hard in my panties because he broke out in a huge grin that split the darkness with a swath of white teeth. "Oh, damn, she is going to like you!"
I knew better than to say anything. Instead, I just nodded and, when he released me, I offered him the deepest, sissiest curtsy I could before skipping over to join my sisters in sucking.
By the time I heard the Director yell "Change it up, folks!" my jaw was so sore, and my mouth so dry, I really thought I was going to die. Alicia's gangbang had been going on for two and a half hours, during which time, and I had sucked each of the fifty guys at least a half dozen times each. I had been a bit worried that the guys might favor real girls over a sissy, but it seemed a mouth was a mouth was a mouth.
If anything, they seemed to use me a bit harder, and I loved every one of them for it.
As I climbed shakily to my knees, the girls both came over and wrapped me in the biggest, warmest, sweatiest of hugs. I felt their breasts squeezing against me and knew I wanted mine to be even bigger.
"Oh, my, gawd . . . you so rock." Bridgette kissed me hard on the lips, snowballing me some of her own saliva. "We'll be watching and waiting, so make sure you save us a kiss."
"Darnel's paired us with a lot of weird girls and guys, but I think you're my favorite." Courtney's kiss was a little less sloppy, but also lingered a little longer. "Make us proud, sissy fag, and bring home some man-sperm for your sisters."
Instantly rejuvenated, I skipped into the harsh glare of the lights and stopped before Alicia's slippery, cum-soaked bed. The smell was so intense, so powerful, I came a bit in my panties. I curtsied deeply, and remained there, waiting for her instruction.
"Hey, `Licia!" The Director hollered from behind the bank of monitors, where I knew he was reviewing the first batch of footage at high-speed. "Your sissy is standing to your left."
"Oh, hey." She turned her head towards me. It was entirely covered by a mask of cum. "Sorry," she giggled, "but I didn't see you come up." She beckoned me downwards with a wave of her hand. "Quick kiss on each eyelid, but don't get carried away. I'd like to be able to see what I have to work with."
It took every ounce of control I possessed to stop at two kisses. I wanted to fall atop her, rub our faces together, and slurp that sticky mask from her face. She looked so beautiful like that – not just covered, but actually confined by cum – and the mixture of so many different sperm sources offered a new, and completely different, taste with each kiss.
When she finally managed to crack them open, I could see a glimpse of brilliant green within the bloodshot orbs. "Well," she cooed, "aren't you to most precious looking dolly that I've ever seen." She looked me up and down, and then commanded me to strip naked. "Lose the pigtails," she told me, "but keep the crown. I have an idea."
The last thing I wanted was to be naked before all these strangers, to reveal the boy beneath the sissy, but I did so love the idea of being remade from scratch. It was one thing for my mom to suggest outfits and makeup tips, but entirely another to have this beautiful, sexy, wanton whore dictate precisely how I should look.
"Carla!" She didn't bother to look to see if the woman in question had heard her. "I want my dolly dressed like a princess. Slap a corset on her, lace it up right, and then get her a dress that's pink and flowing. I want billowy sleeves with puffy shoulders, and I want the bustle to be stiff and nicely shaped. Oh, and get her something to help keep that crown in place. I want her looking like a motherfucking Disney wannabe princess."
My eyes must have lit up with excitement, because she giggled again.
"Andrea!" This time, she looked over her shoulder to make sure the woman was on her way. "I want my dolly dressed like a princess, but made up like a whore. Forget the foundation, but do her lipstick, blush, eyeshadow, and eyeliner." She grinned mischievously. "Use the cheap stuff, and lay it on thick. I want to see it run and smear as she gets her face all coated with cum. By the end, I want her to be a fucking sperm-swallowing raccoon in a dress!"
"And make it quick," Darnel suddenly barked from behind me, making me jump. "I want to see our princess here slurping cum before it begins to harden on our star." He waved to a few of the technicians. "Bring the lights in a bit closer, and turn up the space-heater. Alicia's going to sweat a bit, but I want to see the white stuff run."
I so hoped Darnel would fuck my face while the girls got me dressed, but it seemed I was to be denied that pleasure for the second time that afternoon. That was okay, though, because I had the treat of a lifetime awaiting me the moment I was ready.
The corset came first, a stiff, awkward, confining piece of lingerie that I instantly fell in love with. I could hardly breathe, much less move, but I'd lost at least 3 inches off my waist, creating a nicely feminine flair with my hips, and I had enough chest flesh squeezed together to create some realistic looking b-cup breasts. I actually asked Carla if she could cinch it tighter, but she told me bigger tits were useless if I could get in position to lick the cum off the backside of Alicia's body.
The princess dress was absolutely glorious and, with the corset in place, it fit perfectly. At Alicia's command, I danced around the set for a few moments, allowing it to billow and swirl and sway about me. It was, instantly, the happiest moment of my life, and it was the dance that convinced me I was doing the right thing. I was a Sissy Princess Sperm Whore, and I was about to prove it to the world.
Makeup was quick, heavy and sloppy like Alicia wanted. I couldn't actually see myself, but I felt like a clownish raccoon with the weight of it on my face. Andrea assured me it was just perfect, though, and necessary to show properly under the bright lights. The camera, she told me, added ten pounds, but also erased half your makeup.
"Quiet on set!" The Director wasted no time, hollering out his command the moment the last brush left my face. "Alicia, it's your time to shine. We're unscripted, and streaming live to an audience of perverts that just may break a few records, so let's give `em a show."
The thought of being live, with an audience of thousands scared the hell out of me, but when Alicia smiled up at me, and blew bubbles with the cum melting around her lips, I forgot everything but the smorgasbord of semen before me.
"Now, I know everybody expects me to start you out with something minor, like fingers or toes, but fuck them." She raised both arms in the air, globs of sperm slowly stretching away towards the rubber sheets below, and waved me close. "We'll get to that, but after two and a half hours of being used for everybody else's amusement, I WANT TO FUCKING CUM!"
She screamed that last bit, grabbed the front of my dress, and yanked me onto the bed. The moment I landed, she pushed me down between her thighs, locked her ankles around my head, and began gyrating against my face. "Eat me, you sissy faggot bitch! Fuck me with your tongue and scoop all that that hot, slimy, tangy man cum out of my cunt." She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me even tighter against her, until I was literally breathing the stale, cum-laden air of her gaping pussy. "MAKE ME CUM!"
I didn't need to be told twice. I allowed myself a moment of bliss, twisting my head back and forth until my face felt completely coated in cum, and then dove in. She tasted like an orgasm. I can't think of any better way to put it. She tasted of so many different kinds of cum, all of them running together into a soupy sauce of sexual slime, but her own juices dominated everything. I sucked and I slurped and I bathed the walls of her cunt with my tongue, drawing in one mouthful after another. I felt her writhing against me, and knew it was time to go for the gold.
With a careful tilt of my head, I ran my tongue along the cum-coated valley between her gaping hole and her swollen clit. At first, I just brushed her clit with my lips, giving it the briefest of kisses, but then I slowly allowed that kiss to become harder, sucking her swollen nubbin into her mouth. There, I rolled it back and forth between my lips, nibbled gently at it with my tongue, and continued to suck and slurp the copious amounts of cum now draining into my mouth from where it had pooled atop her stomach.
"Almost there!" Alicia unlocked her legs, placed her feet against my shoulders and pushed me back. "Get your chin on the bed, bitch, and open wide." I felt one of the camera men looming behind me, but knew better than to look over at the camera lens beside me. Alicia slipped her hands into the mess of white goo still trailing down her pussy and began playing with her clit. She was trashing about on the bed, crying out with each movement of her hand, until her back arched and she screamed.
I smelled her orgasm a split second before the world exploded before me. It smelled like my mom's dirtiest of panties, musky and sweet, like a drinkable perfume. I absolutely loved it! What came next, though, was a total shock. As she began cumming, the walls of her pussy pulsating with the power of her orgasm, a torrent of second-hand sperm erupted from inside her. It was literally like looking into the end of a fire hose that was being turned on for split seconds at a time.
The first blast of cum exploded against my face with enough force to take my breath away. I immediately thought back to the first time Darnel came in my mouth, and realized this was a hundred times more intense. It was as if every one of those fifty studs had cum at the exact same moment, penetrating my mouth with perfect precision. I choked and gagged and struggled to catch my breath, but I was already moving back in to lock my lips around her exploding pussy. When she came a second time, I felt it bulge my cheeks. It was as if I were chugging a mug full of cum, and I loved it.
This wasn't just cum, but loads upon loads of man sperm sweetened with the juices of the pussy that drained it all.
I was so busy swallowing, I lost track of how many times she came, but I know the cum was so thick inside my mouth that I had trouble swallowing. It coated every inch of my cheeks, my tongue, and my throat, and formed a slimy barrier upon both sides of my teeth. It was up my nose, in my eyes, and in my ears. My senses were completely inundated with cum.
I was in sissy heaven.
"Oh, that was just what the doctor ordered." Alicia pushed me away from her pussy, but beckoned me upwards on the bed. "Come on up here and give me a kiss."
It was one of the sweetest kisses of my life, feminine and tender on both sides, with enough cum being swapped back and forth to satiate the hungriest whore. The sound of our lips smacking and the semen squelching filled the room. We cooed and moaned into each others' mouths as our tongues dueled in a sea of white, with hers licking my teeth clean, and mine retrieving the deposits of sperm from her mouth.
When she broke away from the kiss, it was with a smile of perfect contentment. "Oh, you are such a mess. Such a gloriously cummy mess." She blew a bubble of cum and giggled around it. "Tell me, princess, are you done? Is your sissy belly full? Have you had enough?"
I giggle myself and shook my head.
She nodded. "Right answer" I felt her hands dance up my back and across my neck, before her fingers began wiggling into the hair on the back of my head. "I want you to make love to my breasts," she told me, "lick them and suck them as if you were nursing on my titty cum." I was only too happy to let her guide me into place, and I felt my mouth begin to water at the sight of those glistening orbs. "Be my sissy faggot baby," she cooed, "and show me how delicate you can be."
As much as I wanted to devour her, to slurp my way from one ivory mound to another, I knew that wasn't what she was looking for. Instead, I laid my head against her left breast, feeling the stickiness against my cheek, and flicked a tongue against her other nipple. I kept licking until it was clean and brown, instead of white and cummy, and then gently took it into my mouth. I sucked it as if it were another clitty, drawing it in and out of my mouth, licking more cum off with each swipe of my tongue. Every time I tasted its cleanliness inside my mouth, I dropped down to the suck trails of sperm from the underside of her breasts, which carefully spat atop her nipple, and then begin sucking again.
We must have laid like that for close to half an hour, with her feeding me from both cum-soaked breasts. It was sexy and nasty and so very depraved, but also warm and sweet and loving. It sounds silly, but we bonded there atop that bed, and I could see it in her eyes. I knew my body would always belong to Darnel, but I was beginning to suspect my heart might belong to Alicia.
"Oh, I am so loving this, my sweet little sissy, but all this cum is starting to get cold and hard." She pulled me upwards, wrapped her arms around me, and locked her ankles into mine. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, as she wiggled and thrust beneath me, but when she finally let me go, I understood.
My princess dress had acted like a sponge, wearing away the crustiest layers of sperm, and soaking them into the material. As I raised myself up, it felt like the dress weighed three time as much as when I'd first put it on. It was heavy and wet against my skin, and so sticky I felt claustrophobic.
"Oh, that's so much better." Alicia pushed me off the bed, and then rolled over in the cummy depression in the mattress, re-coating herself with the damp, still-slimy sperm that had been trapped in the warmth of the depression beneath her back. "Ooops," she giggled, "looks like I'm all cummy again." She raised her foot in the air and wiggled her toes. "Start here, my princess. Without closing your mouth, except to swallow, lick your way up to my armpits and back again. Don't let those lips touch me," she cautioned, "I want tongue only."
As awkward and time-consuming as it was, licking her like that was one of the most erotic things I had ever done in my life. I felt her flesh tremble beneath me, goosebumps growing against my tongue. I couldn't consciously swallow if my life depended on it, the sperm was so thick inside my throat, so I just kept my head tilted the right way and allowed the semen to slide down into my belly on its own.
Once I was done licking one side, she had me do the other. Once I was done that, she rolled over and had me do her back, first one side again, and then the other. Eventually, incredibly, between my stomach, my dress, and the floor, there was no more cum to be had.
Alicia looked as sad as I felt, but that connection was there again, linking the cum dump with the cum cleaner.
"Did my sissy enjoy that?" she asked. A burp escaped my lips as I nodded, flooding my senses with the taste and smell of half-digested cum. Surprisingly, I liked it. "I have one last surprise for you," she said, "but first we have to get you out of that corset."
I felt a pang of loss as I saw my breasts disappear with the loosening of my laces. As a normal amount of air seeped back into my lungs, I began to feel dizzy and nauseous. Something was wrong, but I couldn't place it.
"Look at me, princess." Alicia held my hands and stared into my eyes as Carla continued to undress me. "Try to relax, and get ready for the nastiest, dirtiest, kinkiest, most perverted sight of your life."
It was hard, but by focusing on her, I was able to ignore the increasing waves of nausea inside me. As the corset came off, it felt like my body was exploding outward, becoming far larger than it had been before, as if in protest. There were camera men on either side of us, zooming in with their cameras and tracing their way up and down my body, as if waiting for something special.
Suddenly, it felt like I'd taken a punch to the belly. I cried out with the intensity of it.
"Yes!" Alicia hugged me close and danced us around the room, barely avoiding the camera men. "I knew it! I knew it!" She continued dancing us past the half-hard men, the Director, the camera crew, and even Darnel. She didn't stop until we were standing before Courtney and Bridgette, who welcomed us with open arms.
"I don't mean to be an asshole," Darnel barked at us, "but what the fuck do the three of you think you're doing with my sissy princess sperm whore?"
They all looked at one another, looked at me, and then spun me around to face Darnel. "Not just any sissy princess sperm whore," they said in unison, "but your very pregnant sissy princess sperm whore!"
Darnel stormed across the room, moving faster, and with more purpose, than I had ever seen another man move. "That," he laughed, "is the most amazing fucking thing I have ever seen in my life!" He stopped before us, put his hands out, and placed them against the swell of my belly. It was only then that I thought to look down and see what everybody was so excited about.
The girls were right – my belly was so grotesquely swollen, protruding out beyond my half-hard sissy clit, it looked like I was at least three months pregnant.
"The corset was so tight," Alicia explained, "the cum had to find other places to settle. Once we unlaced the sissy, it all flooded downwards, swelling her belly with the seed of fifty men, who knows how many times over." She started to reach towards me, and then stopped. "Poke her belly, Darnel. Poke it and see what happens."
When he poked his finger into me, my entire stomach jiggled and wobbled like a bowl full of jelly. I felt the pressure rising into my throat, but was still surprised when I burped a wet, sloppy, gigantic bubble of cum. I felt it oozing down my chin, but was quick to suck it back inside.
"Oh fuck, that is hot." He slapped my stomach and laughed as I burped and farted cum simultaneous. "Damn, but it even smells like sperm!" Darnel beckoned to a figure in the shadows, and I watched as my mom came strolling over.
She was naked and sweaty, with marks all over her where Darnel had used her roughly. Her mouth was closed, but her eyes were smiling. As she stopped before me, Darnel grabbed our heads and pushed our mouths together.
"I know I promised to let you lick her face clean before you left, but it was drying, and I don't like my whores to look all cracked." He nodded, and mom kissed me, flooding my mouth with one last helping of cum. It may not have had the volume of what Alicia and I had shared, but it was all the more special because of who it came from, and who it was shared with.
"Get home, my sluts." He helped us across the warehouse, to where mom's car was waiting inside, already running and ready to go. "Get yourselves some rest, because you're going to need it." He waited until we were both sitting down, then leaned in and dropped the final bombshell of the day. "Next weekend, while my whore is taking on a cellblock full of horny prisoners, my sissy is going to be keeping the warden and his staff busy."
As my draw gaped wide open, and I looked between the two most important people in my life, Mom nodded. She leaned in and kissed a dollop of cum from my lips. "We're finally getting gangbanged, sweetie, and I couldn't be happier."
Neither could I.
TO BE CONTINUED IN . . . Tagged, Tapped, and Taken (A Sissy Princess Sperm Whore Story)
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