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Chapter 5: Her Toy

My mind was racing as her hips rocked slowly forwards and back, driving her hot length into my mouth. It was salty and musky and thick, forcing open my mouth as my tongue instinctually wrapped around it. My lips formed a tight O-shape that slid across her skin. I looked up at her with wide eyes.

She was grinning.

"This is why I'm your Goddess," she crowed, as if this was the most obvious thing she could have said. "Look at you — dressed to serve, to delight, to be seen and to be used. Your mouth is mine."

Her words cut through me like a knife, but there was no pain. Instead, pleasure blossomed through me, spiraling out from deep inside until my fingers were vibrating with it. I could feel it in my stocking-covered clothes, in the way my stomach curled in on itself as I tasted her.

My dress was beginning to bounce around me as her pace sped up, the lace and ruffles swaying with my body. The satin bodice squeezed me. Cool air brushed my naked chest while satin teased the tip of my cock buried beneath the lace and silk of my dress and petticoats.

I had always been the one standing. I had always been the one in charge. It had never once crossed my mind that I could be on my knees. That I could be the one servicing someone else. That I could be pleasuring a cock the same way I'd had mine pleasured so many times before.

Or that it would all feel so… right.

"That's where you belong. " Juliet stared down at me, hands on her bunched up skirt, lace panties pushed to the side by her swollen shaft. "Suck my cock, sissy."

Mine quivered in its satin confines, pressed up against my panties. I was desperate for her to touch it again, even if it was just a gentle stroke through the satin. But something new was bubbling up inside of me — a feeling I'd never had before. A need I didn't know I wanted fulfilled. Suddenly, it was all I could think about, a realization that flooded me.

I needed to serve.

"Yes, Goddess," I moaned, reaching up and encircling her shaft with one hand. It was slick from my mouth and my fingers glided easily across it.

There was a flicker of anxiety. I'll need it to be slick later. Nice and wet so it doesn't hurt when she —

But I pushed it to the side. I wasn't ready. Too many changes at once.

"You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth. Do you like being my pretty little cock sucking sissy girl?"?

A buzzing feeling exploded through my body as she said the words. Part of me wanted to deny it, to run away, to pretend none of this had happened.

But I knew I could never go back.

"Yes, Goddess," I moaned, swirling my tongue around her tip while I stroked her gently with the other. "You taste so delicious."

Like chocolate and orange, floral and dark. Musky and heavy and sweaty, my nose flooded with her scent as I slid her back between my lips. Needing her there, needing to feel her body tense and relax as I pleasured her. A hand was on the back of my head, fingers curling into my hair, pulling me along her length while I sucked.

She's using me, I thought, my toes curling. She's making me her toy.

I looked up at her with wide eyes, brows arched. My heart was fluttering as I fell deeper and deeper into my new position. Serving her. Giving her whatever she wanted. Making myself her toy. It was suddenly so intense that I felt my eyes begin to mist. She looked down at me, biting her lip as I sucked her massive cock. I couldn't read her expression.

How long has she been thinking about this? I wondered, knowing how long I had fantasized about her.

"Get on the bed," she commanded before peeling off her blouse, grabbing it from below and pulling it over her head to give me a long look at the complex harness bra she wore underneath. Black lace and satin straps formed a delicate, powerful network across her skin. Her skirt had ridden up around her narrow waist, the curve of her hips and legs coated with the fishnets.

She laid on it on her back while I stood, my dress bouncing and swaying around me. The feeling of stockings gliding across my legs sent a shiver through me, my dress and petticoats speaking my pleasure with hushed, whispered sounds. I picked my way across the room to her, reveling in the teasing brush of lace across my thighs and rear.

I climbed onto the bed with one knee, then yelped as she yanked me forwards with a powerful pull. Suddenly I was on top of her, our foreheads touching, my dress pooling around me, legs on either side of her body. I could feel her breathing hard beneath me. My pantied rear slid across her naked belly, my dress full and dense around me.

I should have felt in charge, staring down at the woman I was about to be with. But I felt exposed in my tiny dress, vulnerable and at her mercy. Under her control. My clothes were the evidence that she was in charge, that I was here for her needs. One cock buried beneath deliciously feminine layers, the other mighty and free.

We kissed hard and deep while I slid slowly backwards until her quivering member was pressed against my rear. It was an inversion of how we had started — now it was her cock pushing my skirt to the side, ready to be kissed and sucked and pleasured and used. I could feel it twitch against me as we kissed, her hands on my waist, mine on her cheeks. I dove into her hard, needing her more than anything else. Needing her kiss, her touch, her body.

Her cock.

I slid up and down against it, letting the satin of my panties sweetly stroke her. She responded with a muffled gasp against my lips. One of her hands departed my waist, only to return in a tight grasp on my rear, nails sinking into my skin through the delicate white fabric. I moaned in pure ecstasy, the pain transforming into pleasure.

She grabbed my hair and yanked my head roughly to the side, burying my cheek against the sheer fabric of my dress sleeve. I moaned again and she dove in, kissing my neck and biting my ear. The hand on my rear hooked into my panties and pulled them hungrily down.

"I'm going to fuck you now," she grunted into my ear, her cheek pressed against my neck. "I'm going to take your sissy virginity, and you're going to take all of me."

I whimpered in nervous excitement, then gasped as I felt the heat of her cock between my cheeks. It stood straight up between them, not probing me yet. She pulled my head upwards and back so she could look at me. I was limp in her grip, my jaw slack, so overwhelmed by sensation that I could barely look at her.

"Fuck me," I breathed. "I need your cock, Goddess."

She bared her fangs. My cock twitched against her belly, still restrained in my panties.

"Beg me for it."

I shivered, my dress rustling heavily around me. "Please, Goddess, I need you to fuck me. Fuck my ass. Take my virginity, please! Fuck me and — and —"

My heart skipped a beat as the words poured out of me.

"Fuck me and give me your cum, Goddess!"

"As you wish, sissy."

I lifted myself up and she tilted her hips. Her massive tip pressed between my cheeks, pushing at me, threatening to slide inside. I gasped and my eyes snapped open. She was staring at me like a predator that finally cornered its prey, mouth open and eyes wide. Her chest was heaving, face flush, hair matted with sweat to her forehead.

"Fuck me!" I cried, my need for her spilling out of me.

All at once, she was inside of me.