Tiffany's erotic stories and fantasies
I have been ordered to write this .
I am told that this will be my last communication to the outside World.
I have , you see , been transformed to exist as a slave. Sometimes I am in semi-human form , other times… well that will be explained later.
I used to exist in the outside world as a tgirl (trap, CD/TV)
I was considered attractive , with my own natural long dark hair , down my back , natural long fingernails , shaved smooth all over.
I had a natural disposition to be submissive to Alpha Males. You see , I idolised Men, mainly men with a high sex drive who simply lived to get their cocks inside warm , moist holes. Hopefully inside mine.
I was always at my most content when there was a cock inside me , knowing that I was just a vessel for men to use and get their pleasure from.
I often preferred it to be roped or chained down, unable to move , knowing that an Alpha cock had no restriction to use my holes at any time they wanted and I had no choice.
It began just 3 months ago , yet , it seems a life time ago.
I communicated with an Alpha Male on the internet who had lust for submissive tgirls like myself. He explained that he was a Master and felt that all bitches should become property , simply sex slaves , there to provide their submission and holes to strong , assertive , kinky males.
He called himself “Master X”.
He told me that he lived alone , in a remote country house with a barn attached. He told me that he owned several successful companies and after several years of manning the helm , he had confidence now in the people that he employed to manage his business interests, that he had stepped aside, allowing others to run his companies , whilst he lived off the constant income but allowing him not to work.
Master X was a stockily built , strong, hairy man. I fell for him initially from his photographs, as he was powerfully built , dark hair , a dark complexion and was hairy all over. I have a thing for hairy men, it , for me , just adds to the Alpha masculinity.
I love it when a big hairy arse lowers itself on to my tongue , when I am under a rim seat and I am set to rimming his arse hole , with his arse hairs getting wrapped in my teeth.
You see , in my own profile I had written that I just love to rim a mans arse , I like bondage (being unable to move when a man is invading my holes) and loved men to stretch and gape my hole , with toys and their fist. I had trained my hole over several years , for men to be able to do this.
My advert had explained that I was ALL about pleasing men and that it was never about me . You see , for me , the MAIN thing is that I am only fulfilled when I know that I am fulfilling the needs and desires of assertive men. It is never about me and I know I just exist to serve and pleasure men, for them to train me in the ways that they like to be serve the best. When I achieve that , it leaves me mentally fulfilled. Fulfilled knowing that I can be the best submissive that I am able to be.
After days of written correspondence, Master X told me that he turns submissives in to slaves. He explained that slaves have no rights , make no decisions , have no thoughts of their own, that they simply exist to serve the needs and desires of a Master , like himself.
He said , if I presented myself to him , that I would become a slave – HIS slave.
It appealed to me because , unlike being roped or chained just for “sex” , this man would be enslaving my mind too. Controlling me , training me , using me. My ONE purpose in life would be to serve him and be his slave.
It was a big decision to make , but , I knew and have always known that it is my destiny to become a slave.
I am not close to my family, barely communicate with them for months on end . My friends too know that I often just take trips abroad , for extended periods, so , it was easy for me to set aside a few weeks where nobody will have even noticed that I was gone.
The day arrived for me to drive to Master X’s home.
It was indeed remote , in the countryside. No other buildings or homes around it for miles.
I arrived dressed, as ordered. Heavy make-up, exquisite lingerie of basque , stockings and suspenders with open back satin panties. A sating blouse over the top and the shortest of skirts. Patent leather , 4 inch heels completed the look.
I had been ordered to purchase a heavy metal , steel collar, that closed with a padlock.
I was wearing that around my neck , but , it was closed , at this time , with simply a piece of string, tied in a bow. These had been my instructions.
I had been told to approach the front door of the house and to enter , where I would receive further instructions.
When I entered the large hallway , there was an envelope on the side table to my right , with the words “open and read slave”.
I opened the envelope and read the following :
Slave to your right , you can see a long metal chain which is hanging beside you . You can see that the chain is attached to a “track” in the ceiling. On this side table you will find a steel padlock which is open. It is the type of padlock that only needs a key to open it . It does not need a key to close it. You simply snap the padlock shut and then it cannot be removed without the key. You do not need to know where the key is , in any case , it is far away out of your reach anyway.
You will now thread the padlock through your steel neck collar and also thread the padlock hasp through the end of the long metal chain beside you. You will then snap the padlock shut , it cannot be removed. You now have 10 seconds to make the final decision of your existence. You have the choice to now walk away, back through the front door you came in and drive off OR to reach for that padlock, secure your neck to that chain and become the slave that you are destined to become.
The reality of the situation hit me and , yes , I did hesitate. But , I was compelled to reach for that padlock. I knew that this was indeed my destiny, that I needed to be a domestic and sexual slave to a strong , powerful , Alpha male.
I reached for that padlock , thread it through my steel neck collar and chain and snapped it shut.
I had sealed my own destiny.
i looked at the long length of chain that was now securing me to the building.
i noticed another envelope and written on it was "open and read"
i opened the envelope and read the following....
Tiffany, I going to dehumanise you in to becoming simply "an object". An object of submission , a true imprisoned, obeying slave , in every sense of the word.
You will become my domestic slave , taking care of all the household duties like cooking , cleaning , washing, ironing etc...
At rest , I will be using your body as human furniture , roped and gagged on all fours as a footrest, or , upright impaled on a metal dildo pole, with light fitting and lampshade on your head , used as ambient standard lamp. Sometimes , just for my amusement , I shall have you displayed. Hanging roped from the ceiling, arms and legs outstretched , ass facing me , hooded and gagged with a giant oxballs pig hole in your arse, so that your arse hole is gaping widely and unable to close. I might even put you on all fours like this and use your arse hole as a vase for my flowers , or a warmer for my cigars or cognac.
I might have an open mouth gag on you and use your mouth as my ashtray, or , urinal so that there is no need for me to make the journey to the bathroom.
That "thing" between your legs also has no use or function , we shall be taking care of that , for now , by welding on to you permanent, steel chastity.
Talking about bathroom , it is evident by your love of rimming that you WILL become my human toilet paper , your tongue will be keeping my arse hole clean at all times. Once you have become accustomed to the taste, you shall begin having ALL of your meals and beverages mixed with a little bit of my shit, building up to more - you will never eat untainted food ever again. In no time at all , you will have been trained by that smell and texture to become my full human toilet, I will be taking all of my shits in your mouth too and you WILL swallow them all.
You will be consuming ALL of my bodily functions, my spit , my snot , my piss , my shit, the cheese off my cock and my cum.
I also LOVE giant , prolapsed arse holes. I want your rose bud visible at all times.
I will daily be using large dildos on you and fisting your arse hole. You will be chained in to a fuck machine for a minimum of one hour every day , whilst I enjoy watching television. The goal is for your arse hole to become so stretched and loose that it can no longer close or tighten on anything. You will be put to bed at night (in a cage of course) with a large butt plug up your arse , which is in a harness , so that you cannot push it out. I will RUIN the muscles of your arse , you will never be able to have any resistance to anything that penetrates it. Very soon , with the rapid training , my fist will be able to slip up your arse hole and you will barely feel it . Your hole will be hanging and prolapsed. I do so LOVE fucking a juicy , moist, prolapsed and seeing it on display at all times. Oh, don't worry that you wont even be able to feel my fist, at that stage , we will be stretching and training it for more , to take TWO fists !
Talking about cum earlier Tiffany, I have a VERY high sex drive, I like to cum several times a day. At any moment your mouth or arse hole WILL be invaded by my cock , you WILL become simply a sex object for this purpose and i do always like to piss after I have cum !
You will soon come to realise that you have no choice but to obey and carry out all of my needs. You have told me that you hate pain and I agreed that I will not inflict pain on you Tiffany. However , if you obey , you will not receive pain. If you do not obey , or fail to achieve my needs then, you will have brought it upon yourself to receive sever punishment and pain. So , the choice is yours, I don't want to give you pain Tiffany, but , it is up to you whether you make me do that !
I can tell you this Tiffany , it wont take you long to realise that non-compliance results in punishment and after the punishment has been dealt , you are simply given the task to obey again anyway. You will soon realise that it is simply best just to obey , however depraved , first time.
Soon , you will stop thinking for yourself , you will simply become an object that obeys. THAT is the point where you become a true slave , an absolute object of servitude. You will be surprised at how little time it takes Tiffany.
So , you are finally getting what have you have only dreamed about.
But now the reality of the situation has actually set in ? Having second thoughts ?
Tough , it is too late - you have sealed your fate , you don't have that choice any more.
And by the way , your name is not Tiffany any more , from now on you shall simply be referred to as cunt.
Now cunt , i am soon coming in to the room to begin your de-humanisation and claim what i now totally own, you ARE NOW A SLAVE , MY SLAVE, YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE.
When I tire of you or get bored with you , i will simply SELL you on. Mind you , before we reach that stage , I will certainly be considering adding a very large dog to our family ! Naturally , he will have needs too , as all males do < evil grin > and YOU will be taking care of them.
Take that giant dildo that is next to you and sit on it . You have 2 minutes to do this . Then, I want you on all fours , ass in the air , with your mouth open, ready for my cock.
DO IT NOW CUNT.
N.B As you have probably realised , this is , at the moment , a work of fiction, simply a story.
However , are YOU the man who needs a REAL sex slave and would write part 2 ?
If so , do get in touch Sir , if you live alone and have the means to keep and train a chained slave.
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***I have always fantasised about being transformed in to a
latex rubber sex doll ***
Clad head to toe in a latex rubber, catsuit, gloves, mask, overgrown breasts etc...
Used in the home as an object, i don't speak - i am just a sex doll after all,
just put in to position to pleasure you orally and anally.
Perhaps also taken out to fetish clubs/events, collared, again silent - just available to you and onlookers to give pleasure on the spot - no talking, no noise, no choice - i am just a sex doll after all!
In your home i would be
kept in a box , or a wardrobe , only to brought out when needed to be
used for sex.
Do you have the means to clothe me? Transform me? Take me in and out of your
box/cupboard when you need the service of a sex doll? Possess me ? Control me?
i LOVE this suit below from
www.liqlaq.com
*** Tiffany captured and tricked in to becoming a human sex doll ***
I had
connected with MASTER HAYTHAM on a BDSM Fetish contact site.
He was the owner of a fetish store and he said that he had been on the
BDSM for several years.
He had carefully studied my own profile and had seen that I had an
immense interest in being used like a slut, being covered head to toe in
latex – to look like a human doll - and a desire to be kept in
inescapable bondage.
He told me he had the same interests but as a Mater/Keeper, naturally.
He sent me his picture in which he was dressed head to toe in latex and
was wearing a latex hood.
He had the body of just an average guy but he looked amazing in his
latex suit.
Before I agreed to visit him for a play session, i insisted that he sent
me his face picture – after all , I needed to be attracted to him and
also to see that he did not look like some kind of maniac.
He returned his face picture and he was a very distinguished and
handsome man. Probably in his mid 40’s, just like I like them a “Daddy”
type.
I arrived at his home in the morning, where he told me that he had his
own playroom/dungeon.
He opened the door and he was dressed, just like in his picture, in head
to toe latex. All I could see were his dark eyes and his lips/ mouth.
He invited me in and told me “ Tiffany , we are going to take it slow at
first , after all , I want you to like me and build trust in me”. “Let
me show you my play room first. His playroom was filled with all sorts
of kinky, fetish , BDSM implements but the centrepiece was a huge cage.
It must have been 12 feet square. Inside was a bed. “This is where my
slaves sleep overnight” , he told me.
He opened the door to the cage and secured it open with a padlock which
attached it to a side wall.
“Tiffany , go inside and “test” the strength of the steel bars and where
each wall of the cage meets. I want you to do your best to find if there
is a flaw , a weak point or any way of getting out. I have deliberately
locked the door open, as I want you to feel safe”
With the cage door open , I was happy to venture inside and spend time
testing the security of the cage. It was indeed strong and it was
obvious that, once inside, there was no way to escape it.
“Now Tiffany , I am going to lock the door of the cage , but you stay
outside of it. When the heavy steel door is locked , I want you to test
that too , to see if it can be opened or forced in any way”.
I did that and the door was indeed fully secure. I realised that once
that door was locked and somebody was inside , there was no way that
they could escape.
“Any way”, he said “that is all for when you have got to know me better
, for when you have built trust in me and you can experiment with your
total captivity fantasies and we can set a time limit if you like ,
maybe just an hour or two to start , leading to overnight. We will build
it up at your pace.”
“Now , let us return to my drawing room and talk some more about your
needs and MY needs.
In the drawing room, he fixed me a glass of wine and we began to talk.
I sipped on the wine as we went over our email correspondence in a
prelude to what I believed would be “play” time.
After a few minutes, I began to feel a bit strange, it was if I was in
the room but not quite in it , if you get what I mean. My head was
getting cloudy and I felt very strange, infact , I felt like I was going
to pass out.
..........My body was rigid when I started to come around. I could not
work out what was going on. It took me a few minutes to work out the
memories of what had led up to this moment. I could recall being in the
drawing room and feeling rather strange. After that, I could not
remember anything. I was confused and anxious. I could not work out why
my body was rigid. I could not move my arms or legs and I felt that
there was something solid , pressing against my skin , all over my body.
When I tried to move my head , that too was rigid and it felt like there
was some sort of plastic or resin pressing against my face. My ass was
feeling full too , whenever I gripped on my ass sphincter I felt like
there was something inside me. All I knew was that I was lying flat on
my back and all I could see was a dim light in the ceiling.
“ Ahh Tiffany , I see you are coming back” said
MASTER HAYTHAM. “Tiffany , I
have to inform you that I slipped something in to your wine. It caused
you to pass out and you have been unconcious for 2 hours now. Let me
explain more by just showing you what has happened to you.”
The next thing I know is that I could hear the sound of a small motor ,
starting up. I could feel my body being raised in to a standing
position. I was still rigid as I was lifted.
As I was lifted fully vertically my eyes focussed on a full length
mirror that was directly in front of me.
In the mirror I saw my reflection. However , I did not see myself. What
I saw was a shop front mannequin, of the hard plastic variety. The
mannequin was female , with large breasts and a seductive figure. The
mannequin had eye holes and I suddenly realised , as those eyes moved
that they were MY eyes. I came to the realisation that I was trapped
INSIDE this mannequin.
MASTER HAYTHAM
spoke “Tiffany , you are encased in this mannequin. I have
built it exactly to your dimensions but I have super enhanced the
breasts and hips. I have also built it so that the limb joints can move
and I can place you in to several , convenient positions. Each joint
though has a mechanism that I can click in to place , which will make
you totally rigid. This is how you are now , totally rigid , unable to
move and totally trapped , fully encased and I can tell you now that
there is no escape... I have total control over you. “
“I imagine you are wondering what that fullness in your ass is ?. Well ,
I have inserted a rigid , hollow butt plug up your anus. This means that
your ass is permanently gaped and open. Attached to the butt plug is a
hose , the hose is used to catch and drain away any waste products that
you evacuate. Also , in your genitals I have inserted a catheter. It
goes right inside you , in to your bladder. The long catheter tube runs
down your leg and exits the mannequin near your foot. Attached to the
end of the tube is a collection bag. You see Tiffany , you no longer
have control over your toilet functions. Quite simply all body fluids
and waste products now run , hygienically , in to collection points ,
outside of the mannequin. After all , we have to keep you clean inside
there , don’t we ?”
My mind was racing, trying to process all of this information , trying
to process what had happened to me.
“You see Tiffany , I have been searching for a human doll for many years
and when I came across your profile , I knew that I had found the one. I
have been carefully planning your , let us call it your abduction and
captivity , for quite some time now. You need to know and realise
Tiffany , that there is NO escape, this is how you will exist from now
on and I have many plans for you”.
“I have another surprise for you Tiffany”
MASTER HAYTHAM turned his back to me and began to remove his latex mask. When
it was completely off , he turned to face me. I was horrified to see
that it was not the face of the man sent to me in the pictures. It was
the face of a man who must have been in his 60’s. He had boils on his
face and liver spots and was , to put it bluntly, quite ugly and
repulsive.
“I have no fears showing you my face Tiffany , as you will never be able
to reveal to anyone who I am. The fact is , you have no escape , you
will spend the rest of your life, and of my life, as my captive human
doll. There is no way that you will ever have contact with anyone who is
not an insider on your predicament , in order to revel my true
identity.”
The realisation of the magnitude of this situation was kicking in. I was
angry with myself that it was myself who had actually asked for it , in
my fantasies , to become a human doll.
“Let me tell you how you are going to spend your days Tiffany”
“Firstly , you are to become a mannequin in the window of my fetish
store. You will be dressed daily in the kinkiest of outfits that I have
for sale in my shop and you will be displayed , on full view, to the
public and shoppers who pass by every day. That mouth piece in your
mannequin head is interchangeable. The mouthpiece can be left off , so
that there is full access to your lips OR an attachment of a mouth gag
can be clipped on instead.
When you are the mannequin in my shop window , you will be gagged. No one can hear you through the thick glass of the display window , but , with your mouth gagged , it is just an extra precaution.
The eye parts on your mannequin head are also interchangeable. At the
moment , your eye parts are open. You are able to see a limited amount
of the world around you and fully comprehend what is going on. When you
are in the shop window , on display , the eye parts will have plastic
mannequin eyes clipped in to place. They will be semi opaque , you will
be able to see out but no-one will be able to see your eyes behind the
attachment. You will witness the public staring at you and admiring you
in your saucy outfits. You will witness all of the dirty old men who
pause for just a bit too long as they gaze upon you , you will know that
they would want to fuck any woman who was dressed like that. Nobody will
know that you are actually trapped inside there. The joints in your
mannequin body are , as I said before , able to be contorted in to many
different positions. Some days I will just have you stood upright in the
window, some days , when you are wearing the sleaziest and most
provocative of garments , I will pose you in far more erotic and
inviting positions. Every day you will look like a slut and turn men on
who pass by the shop window.
Although I said that the general public will not be aware that you are a
living doll , trapped inside that mannequin body in my shop window, I
need to tell you that I have a mailing list of hundreds of kinky men who
know ALL about your plight and have been sworn to secrecy. Infact ,they
are aware of you right now as I have been broadcasting your dilemma on
the internet to them , they have watched your transformation process
every step of the way so far.
Naturally , they ALL want to meet you Tiffany. They have seen what you
look like , in human form and are very turned on by your loveliness.
They are now even more turned on though , to see you now as this human
doll.
At the end of your “working day” you are to be removed from the shop
window. You will be taken to my dungeon playroom and your butt plug,
waste collector will be removed. You will then be given a thorough
enema. Your mouth gag will be removed too and your luscious lips will be
exposed.
You will be placed in an “on all fours” position and locked rigid in to
place.
Out of these hundreds of men who subscribe to my internet broadcasts of
you , perhaps 20 or 30 per evening will visit the playroom. They are ALL
going to want to thoroughly use your mouth and fuck your ass hard. You
are to drink EVERY drop of cum that these men produce when they explode
when you are sucking them, after all , you need every bit of nutrition
that you can get hold of , don’t you Tiffany ??? After they have cum
they might need to piss too !
If they explode up your ass in a condom , then they will remove the cum
filled condom and pour the contents down your throat. You ass and mouth
are to be used to give unlimited pleasure to ANY man who desires it. You
will drink copious amounts of cum , daily , for the rest of your life.
At the end of the evening, I have another slave who will prepare and
bring you a meal ( no fluids , as the piss has seen to that) to consume. After all , you need proper
nutrition as I am expecting you to survive as a captive , human, sex
doll for many , many years.
I will make A LOT of money off these men ,
using you as a human sex doll whore. The webcam broadcasts of your use
and abuse will also generate income for me.
At the very end of the day , your butt plug waste disposer will be
locked back in to place. You will be placed in the inescapable cage in
my playroom and laid on the bed , for you to be able to get a full 8hrs
sleep.
Upon waking , you will be supplied with breakfast and fluids and you
will be taken back to the shop window, to be placed in a new fetish
outfit and your mouth gag and eye pieces re-attached. Your urine and
faeces will drain away as you spend another day as shop window doll.
So Tiffany , it looks like you have gotten what you asked for . I
believe you said …. an immense interest in being used like a slut, being
covered head to toe to look like a human doll and a desire to be kept in
inescapable bondage.
Now wipe your tears away girl , your new life , your new existence as a
human sex doll in inescapable bondage begins right now. Let me just
fetch clothing and the trolley in order to move you to the shop window.
And
by the way , there are already 40 men booked in to use your mouth and
ass this evening.
Enjoy the rest of your existence Tiffany “
***** Tiffanylondontv turned in to a sex slave by Black men *****
A few years back I
spent time on and off with several
shall we say more dominating types of gentlemen
One of them, who for this I shall call Leroy, just loved
when we got together to make me totally helpless.
It was our 6th or 7th meeting. Leroy and i had been chatting on Yahoo
and when he found out i was free that weekend he insisted on coming over
later that afternoon.
We talked about what he wanted me to bewearing when he arrived.
We settled on 4pm and I wasto be wearing a red waspie, black fully
fashioned nylon stockings,
black bra, short tight black skirt, red long sleeved button up satin
blouse and 5 inch black heels. It was about noon time so I had plenty of
time to get myselfready.
Leroy arrived right on time as always.
I greeted him at the door with a hug and kiss and he returned the
favour.
We went into the living room where I had a nice bottle of white wine and
a cheese and cracker plate on the coffee table.
We sait on the couch together, drank some wine and chatted before he
started to
caress my legs and press into me to kiss me.
It was like old high school days making out and Leroy was loving it.
It got kind of hot, me laying back on the couch, Leroy on top of me,
kissing me, my legs entangled in his, it was wonderful.
Eventually he started to unbutton my blouse and pulled it off, he pushed
me to my feet and pulled off my skirt then pulled me back down on top of
him where we continued our kissing, only now he was nibbling on my ears
and kissing my neck. I was so turned on and hot.
I was so worked up and started to work my way down his body to give him
what I know every man really wants.
As I reached his belt
with my kisses he held my shoulders tight and said "wait"….he then
pushed me up and had me stand up. He then said he would be right back
and went out to his car.
I waited a minute or so before he returned with a bag. He took my hands
and said if we were
going to do this we would do it right.
He then pulled out several ropes form the bag and went about binding my
wrists behind my back. He then undid by bra and removed it, which was
strange because he had never removed it completely before. Then with
another rope he wrapped it around my chest and forearms pulling tight
making sure that the ropes around my chest went above and below my
breast area. Next he
took another rope and worked that behind my back and around the rope
that he had put around my arms and chest. Each time he would pull it
tighter and tighter. This did two things, it pulled my arms further
back, making me helpless and it also pulled the ropes around my chest in
so it made my small breasts look larger and it protruded my nipples.
It was amazing to watch that happen and I was loving it.
Another shorter rope
he tied to my wrists pulled them up and wrapped it around the ropes at
my forearms and then took the two ends and draped them over my shoulders
and down to the ropes around my chest where he tied them off.
Next he pulled out this narrow couch table we used to put keys on and
positioned it in the
middle of the room before me. He had me stand up really close to it
straddling the two legs on the end.
He then went about binding my legs to the legs of the table. Next, he
tied a final rope to the ropes he draped across my shoulders and pulled
me forward so Iwas laying down on top of the table. He tied off the rope
to the end other end of the table so I could not rise up.
There I was, totally helpless and at his mercy. The next thing I know is
he is stuffing a ball gag between my lips and telling me to “open wide
bitch”…once it was in he buckled it up behind my head. He had pushed the
ball in so far and buckled it on so tight that not a single word was
coherent, coming from my mouth. Instead, all that could be heard were
muffled moans and groans.
You can just visualise me, flat on the table, tied and unable to move
and my legs spread wide ,fixed to the legs of the table.
My mouth was gagged and i was already beginning to drool.
At this point he took
out his camera phone and took a few pictures, only 3 or 4 at the most.
He then began to make several calls on his cell phone.
As he was making the
calls he walked away into the kitchen where I could not hear his
conversation.
A few minutes passed before he came back and pulled up a chair next to
me.
He kissed my cheek, slapped my ass and sat down and went about telling
me I was in for a real
treat. In his words, “You wanted to be a slut so I am going to make you
a slut, you are going to become a real Black men’s bitch.”
About 20 min later the door bell rang and Leroy went to answer.
I was freaking out now. What had he done and who could possibly be at
the door?
I could hear some
hello’s and laughing.
I heard as footsteps came down the hall towards where I was. Next thing
I know Leroy is introducing me to three other Black guys and to be
honest, I don’t think I ever was told their names.
At first, they were a
bit taken aback that Leroy had a transvestite like me in captivity. It
is very taboo within their culture, to say the least.
They were sensible though and though “what the fuck , a hole is a hole,
lets just stay and see what develops, lets keep an open mind”.
They rubbed my butt and ran their hands across myback. One was talking
about me, but not to me, about what a sexy bitch I was and was thanking
Leroy for inviting him over to break in his slut.
At some point I felt the cold lube being squeezed on to my ass ring a
couple of fingers probing and spreading inside my ass. One guy yelled
"she is gonna become the perfect anal slut!"
Then it started,
Leroy was first. I know this because one of the guys said something
like, “She is your find Leroy, you first mate!”
I could feel Leroy’s hard cock press at my rosebud. Then he leaned hard
into me and pushed forward.
I winced a little and
he held where he was for a moment before pushing forward more. A couple
more thrusts and he was all the way in, his big black cock inside my
tight ass and I was breathing heavily and drooling around the ball gag.
Leroy started to pump in and out as the other three Black guys
encouraged him and taunted me by telling me I was just a fuck hole slave
who's purpose in life was to exist only to pleasure Black cock and to be
used like a street whore.
Soon one of them I guess got too worked up just watching so he freed his
hard, black cock from his pants, unbuckled the ball gag, popped it out
of my mouth and replaced it with his throbbing hard cock. He told me to
make sure I did not bite him or he would beat my ass till it was bloody
red. Needless to say I was very careful. I could not move as he
violently throat fucked me whilst Leroy piston fucked my ass.
Leroy, I could tell,
was ready to explode. He went all ridged and his pumping slowed and he
held my hips really tight and was grunting…well, I was grunting too
actually, the throat fucking was producing tons of spittle which was
only helping to make my mouth more lubricated so Leroys friends cock
went down further.
Leroy pulled away and then another guy just stepped behind me and took
his place…just about the time this new guy got a rhythm going the one in
my mouth shot his load.
He was holding my head tight, grabbing me by the hair and yelling at me
to "swallow bitch, don’t lose a drop, today you are going to be filled
with Black cum."
He bust his nut down my throat and then withdrew from my mouth and I found standing there, in his place, Leroy.
Leroy said, "my cock
has been up your ass, clean it cunt”…so I took him into my mouth and
cleaned his cock. Soon Leroy was cumming down my throat as the other guy
in my ass was losing it and was making his own deposit. He slowed then
stopped and then backed out and flopped down in a chair.
Next, the fourth guy entered me, he was bigger than the other three, i
am glad that he had waited until last, as he really stretched my hole.
He was so excited by the previous action that he came within just a few
thrusts.
They all seemed to be really satisfied. Leroy slapped my ass and thanked
me for being such an obedient whore they all collapsed on the couch and
switched on the TV.
It was a Saturday and
now about 6pm or so. They put on a football game, replaced the ball gag
in my mouth and were sat around chilling and enjoying the game. They'd
helped themselves to beers from my fridge and were talking as I lay
there all bound and helpless with cum all over my nose and chin.
They were talking about this crazy shit about using a tgirl and came to
the conclusion that whilst their wives and girlfriends were not giving
them all the sex they needed , that this sexy , compliant tgirl would be
a very good alternative to use on a regular basis. After all ,
she had a hot mouth and ass was tighter than pussy, right? Right!
I was kind of dozing when Leroy touched my shoulder and offered me a
drink of water which I welcomed.
He smiled at me and patted my head telling me I was a good girl and he
knew I would be even a better girl by morning. He then stood up, undid
his pants and flopped out his cock for me and ordered me to kiss it….I
did. I was untied from the table and taken to the bedroom
and secured to the bed corners, by rope. At the same time the other
three guys came in and
one said “Round Two, I am first this time” and before long, there I was,
getting fucked in my ass and sucking off Leroy. They would switch up. At
one point, I was untied and the guy with the largest cock sat on the
edge of the bed.
Leroy picked me up and dropped me on to his cock.
Then Leroy pulled my legs up high, leaned me in to the other guy and then placed his cock at the entrance to my ass.
"Take a deep breath and try to relax slut", said Leroy.
Before i knew it, Leroy was using pressure and was gliding his cock in to me.
I now had 2 big , black cocks in my ass!
One of the other guys
stood on the bed , so my face was at his crotch level. He grabbed my
hair and started to face fuck me. I now had 3 big black cocks inside
me,2 in my ass, and 1 in my mouth. The fourth guy started taking
pictures with his camera phone.
When they had all cum, i was re-tied, gagged and left there until around
2:00am when Leroy
untied me. By then they had used me as a fuck toy four or five times.
When I got untied Leroy had just let them out to go home.
Leroy got me a drink and some crackers. It took about a half hour or so
before I was
able to really stand and walk on my own.
Leroy kissed me deeply and told me I was the best bitch he ever spent an
evening with and asked me if i wanted to carry on living the role of a
Black mens slut.
I said "yes Sir,
thank You Sir".
To be honest, I don’t even remember him leaving me that night. All I
know is that I slept till past noon that day and was pretty darn sore
the rest of the weekend.
Leroy's three friends spread the word around the gym, to all the local
guys, showed them the pictures, telling them that i was a loose, hot
bitch. Again , to begin with they couldn’t quite get their head around
the notion of using a tgirl like me. After seeing the pictures though
very soon, dozens of guys were almost knocking down Leroy's door asking
him if they could use his bitch.
Leroy put a plan into action. EVERY Saturday or Sunday, whenever there
was a match on cable television, i was to make sure that i was at home,
dressed like a slut and that my apartment
had a good stock of beers. I was to open the door and welcome any man
inside who wanted to come in. Every weekend, i had between 6 and a dozen
black men in my apartment to watch the game. Naturally, the game was
just a diversion, as i was to stay in my bedroom, lubed and ready to
service any guy who cared to come in.
My place soon became known as THE place to go. Married guys could tell
their wives that they were going to the pub, to meet up with their
mates, to watch the football in the bar on the big screen.
All the time, they were coming to my apartment and using me like
a whore. Soon , the entire town population of Black men knew about the
free beers, football and willing holes of this tgirl slut. They kept it
secret from their wives and girlfriends.
Some of the guys had more depraved and sick ideas on how to treat sluts. Some trained me to recycle their beers by using my mouth as an urinal. Others would take a dump during the match break and conveniently run out of toilet paper , so , my tongue was put to use. Others liked to stuff their empty beer bottle up my ass. Others like to stuff their hand up my arse, so they no longer had use of their hand and was made to sit on their lap , feeding them their beers then dropping to suck their dick.
I have now truly become a Black Men’s sex slave , cum dump and plaything. The entire town of Black men come and avail themselves of my servitude at weekends.
As I write this , alone in my bedroom, under orders from Leroy, he and the guys are in the other room discussing the finer points of renting a room in the nearest CITY. There are 10 times the number of Black men there. They figure that waiting until the weekends is not enough for them , or me. They intend to chain me in the city room, smash the lock on the door and make my room a “walk-in” venue for Black men to use me day and night, at their leisure , whenever they are in need.
Make my fantasy come true? Make me that sex slave ?
Respectfully,
Tiffany
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