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Chapter 8: Taking It Like a Slut

Is this what every girl feels like?

I'd never felt more exposed, more deliciously vulnerable than I did now with my legs draped across Mistress Katie's smooth, arched shoulders. Her face was twisted into a look of unrestrained superiority. Angled cheekbones gave way to a tight bun of hair, carmine lips pulled back into a smile of raw pleasure.

My dress had flipped upwards and back, my quivering cock on full display. Dressed from the waist up, without panties, I was defenseless against whatever she wanted to do to me. I was shaking, but I couldn't tell if it was from fear or anticipation or excitement or some sick, thrilling combination of all three. She had absolute control over me now. I was her toy, little more than a plaything to be used and taken and broken.

And the part that scared me most of all was that I wanted her to.

"Fuck me, Mistress," I moaned softly, looking up at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

She bit her lip. "Oh, I'm going to, slut. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want to have sex any other way."

Her eyes were wide. She seemed barely in control of herself. My heartbeat was so forceful, I thought I could feel it reverberate throughout my entire body. I must have looked like a tiny animal cornered by a predator — and I was certain that was exactly what Mistress Katie wanted.

"She's going to cum just from fucking you," Madame Adalyn said from behind her girlfriend.

Her fingers slid across Mistress Katie's soft, flawless skin, snaking over her ribs and up to her pert breasts where they pinched erect nipples. Mistress Katie sucked in air between her teeth. She whipped her head to the side and kissed Madame Adalyn over her shoulder, her tongue diving into the other girls' mouth. A hand slid from breast to belly before slipping behind the squeaking leather of the strap-on harness. Mistress' hiss of breath turned into a high moan of delight.

"You're so wet already, Katie," Madame Adalyn cooed, withdrawing her hand and licking the other girl's juices from her fingers. "Is all of that just from fucking me?"

"And knowing what I'm going to do to her," Mistress Katie answered, cocking her head at me.

A cold shiver ran down my back and I emitted something like a squeak of fear. Both women grinned broadly at me.

"Can I play with her little cock while you use her?" Madame Adalyn asked.

"No," Mistress Katie growled, hand tightening around the dildo hanging from her harness. "If she's going to cum, I want it to be from my cock."

Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!

Madame Adalyn's hand disappeared behind the harness again, and pleasure flashed across Mistress Katie's face before being replaced by predatory hunger. Her eyes narrowed, her lips pursed. She was ready.

I gasped as I felt the rosy tip of the strap-on pressed between my cheeks. Sweet, gentle pressure pushed against me, threatening to spread me like I never had before. I bit the inside of my cheek, my belly tightening and toes curling. Madame Adalyn changed her motions and Mistress Katie made a tiny noise of pleasure.

"What are you waiting for?" Madame Adalyn asked.

"For her to beg," Mistress Katie answered flatly.

My cock surged as I tried to arrange my words. "Fuck, oh fuck, please. Please. Fuck me, please, Mistress. I need you. I need it, your cock. Please fuck me, please."

"Are you going to be a good slut for me?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. I'm such a good slut. All I want is your cock. Fuck me on my back and make me cum!"

"How do you want me to do it?"

"Fuck me like a pretty little slut. Fuck me like a girl!"

The last word came out as a shrill squeal as Mistress Katie pushed her massive cock into me, splitting me open with pleasure mixed with pain. Madame Adalyn moaned behind her as Mistress' hips rocked into me, driving her shaft as far into my body as it could go. She was huge, spreading me with slow, unrelenting pressure.

"Oooh, she's tight," Mistress Katie hummed, changing her stance.

The angle of her cock changed and suddenly its massive thickness was pressing on a spot that made my stomach curl into a knot and explode with pleasure. My fingers and toes tingled, my muscles clenching and loosening around her. My cock twitched and bounced, every raised vein and smooth bump sending an electric feeling through it.

All it would it take is one touch. A kiss and I'd cum.

I stared at my cock in agonized pleasure, watching it wobble in the air. It was irrelevant now, a tool no longer needed. They had used it to turn me into this spluttering mess, to peel back the layers of denial and refusal until I was willing to embrace the lace and silk and satin of sissiness. And now that I was caught in it, my cock was nothing more than another way to tease and control me.

"Good sluts don't cum with their clitties," Madame Adalyn said as if she could read my mind. "They cum from getting fucked."

"The bigger the cock, the better, right?" Mistress Katie added.

"Yes," I moaned. "Bigger cocks, yes."

She felt endless, but I realized that she had already reached her full depth. She stretched me, my body barely able to contain her. Her body was pressing against the bottom of my thighs, my legs curled upwards as her cock filled me completely.

"How do I feel?" Mistress Katie said with a broad smile filled with nothing but self-interested arousal. "How do you like my cock?"

"Amazing!" I cried. "Fuck me with it, please!"

"It's so hot when they're that desperate," Mistress Katie said.

She pulled out in a quick motion that made me collapse. My cock bucked and swayed. All my breath left me as my stomach clenched in on itself, pinpricks filling me from the inside out. All I needed was one pump on my cock, one flick of a tongue, one brush of a fingertip and I'd explode.

"You're taking me so well, baby," Mistress Katie moaned. "You're so good at this."

"You — feel — incredible," I managed, body shaking.

?She pushed into me, filling me with an intense pressure. I squealed in delight, tightening my legs around her shoulders. I needed her in me. She laughed and reached with one hand, gathering my pink and white skirts in it and using it as leverage for her long, driving thrusts into me. Every stroke made my head bounce as she slammed herself in and out of me.

"Fuck me, please!"

"I'm going to fuck every last cum out of you, slut. Take my cock in your ass, sissy!"

My moans turned to groans and cries, and then those too turned into pleasured, choked noises. My back arched as she fucked me, the pressure building deep inside of me until I felt like I was going to burst. Even then, it mounted, spreading throughout my body. My skirts bounced around me, my cock brushing against the barest hem of lace.

"Look at her," Madame Adalyn moaned from behind Mistress Katie. "I'm going to cum again just looking at her expression."

"Do it, baby," Mistress Katie murmured, and Madame Adalyn answered with a long moan of pleasure.

I was close too, and I told them. Mistress Katie slowed, then stopped, then pulled out of me entirely. I groaned in disappointment, opening my mouth to beg her for her cock again. I wanted it deep inside of me, needed her to fuck me until the pressure was gone. All I wanted was her, her cock, to be fucked in this dress on this bed.

"No," I moaned. "No, fuck me. Fuck me, I need your cock, Mistress. Please fuck me, make me into your slut. Fuck me!"

She laughed, shaking her head. "Wow, you took to this fast. But a good slut only cums the way her Mistress tells her too. And I want to see you with cum on your face."

"Please, fuck me. I'll cum on my face, please!"

Mistress Katie looked at Madame Adalyn, who shrugged. "She's begging you for it. Put her on the floor. I'll hold on to her cock."

They positioned me next to the bed with my head and shoulders on the floor, my ass in the air above me. Mistress Katie sat on the edge of the bed, her cock bent downwards between my cheeks, my legs on either side of her. I looked up at her with wide, eager eyes, desperate for her to slide her massive shaft back into me and fuck me the way I wanted — needed! — to be fucked, used, turned into her pretty little girly plaything and made to submit to her however —

"Oh, fuck yes," I moaned as her cock sank back into me.

Then I screamed in pleasure as I felt fingers on my cock. The touch was light and delicate, the barest pinch between forefinger and thumb. I opened my eyes and saw Madame Adalyn holding it, pointing it at my face. For a moment, I had clarity about what was happening. I was being fucked like a girl, wearing a dress, about to cum on my own face. I had been begging for it.

And if I don't get it, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.

"I want to cum so bad, Mistress," I moaned. "Fuck me hard. Make me cum on my face."

"What a sissy," Madame Adalyn giggled.

"Only because you've been such a good slut," Mistress Katie said.

It didn't take long. The angle of her cock pressed against me from inside. Every one of her motions made me gasp with pleasure. Electricity filled me, made my toes tingle in anticipation and pleasure. The pressure was so high it almost hurt, every thrust building it higher and higher.

Then the dam burst. Hot jets of cum splashed onto my face, leaving long, sticky trajectories across my nose and eyebrows and cheeks and lips. As Mistress Katie thrust into me, more cum was forced out. I covered myself, some of it landing on my tongue as I screamed in overwhelming, overpowering pleasure.

"I'm cumming! Fuck, Mistress, fuck!"

The orgasm ran on and on, longer than any I'd ever had before. The dress bounced around me, the stockings hugging my legs. A cock in my ass. Cum on my face. My mind was scrambled with pleasure, but one thought shone through the chaos, growing brighter and brighter until it was the only thing I could think.

This is what you want. This is what you are.

"Oh, yes!" I screamed. "I'm a sissy slut!"