Isn’t enough to keep an eager cockwhore from being an eager cockwhore. As I found out the other night.
I’ve been fighting the biggest bitch of a cold that last couple of weeks. I haven’t felt up to playing at all.
But it had been too long since I’d seen my sissy, and Sounder has been suffering from the same cold. After a couple of weeks of trying to stay as far from other people as possible, the idea of spending time with him, cuddling, enjoying each other in all our sickly glory, sounded amazing.
I didn’t even bring my toy bag with me. Neither of us were up for a session. But watching TV on the couch with a glass of wine was absolutely within the realm of our capabilities. And for once, I didn’t have to worry about quarantining myself from all human contact.
I got to his house, walked in, and gave him a hug. He was dressed in boy mode, but when I reached around, I felt the bra band across his back.
Which made me immediately smile. Even sick, he still thinks of me.
He poured my wine, gave me my Christmas gifts (which became the inspiration for my new absolute favorite insult, “four-day-old tampon slime.” God, I fucking love this chick), and we sat down to watch a show we both love.
I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close, running my other hand across his chest. It seems like only a moment passed before my fingers went, almost of their own accord, to the buttons on his shirt. Once they were undone, I couldn’t help but grope him under his bra (I mean, I’m sick, infirm, and weak. Of course I couldn’t resist such an attractive temptation), teasing his nipples to little buds, then pinching and twisting them until the pain made him wince.
The way he moves…. you guys have no idea how hot it is, the way he moves.
Next came the button and zipper of his pants, and I reached in, fondling his clit and grinning to find that Tammi Lynn was already wide awake, bursting out of his pretty, lacy panties.
Funny enough, suddenly I found myself feeling quite a bit better. I rubbed his P-spot, biting his neck and ear, whispering to him about the way it’ll feel when a man first pushes his cock into Sounder’s tight, pink pussy.
“You’ll try not to like it,” I told him as he squirmed and writhed and gasped underneath me. “You’ll try to keep yourself from loving it. But it’ll feel so good, having him deep inside you, pounding his cock into you. You won’t be able to stop yourself, you’re too much of a whore. You’ll want it. You’ll push back against him, begging him to go deeper. Faster.”
I put fingertips of my other hand against his lips. “And when you feel that second cock push its way into your mouth, all you’ll be able to do is suck it hungrily, wanting it to fill you up just like the other one is filling you up.”
He gasped, parting his lips, and I shoved my fingers in his mouth, forcing them down his throat while I massaged him, while I watched him get closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re going to cum with a cock in each hole,” I whispered. “You’re going to cum hard and often, and every time you do, it’ll just make you want them deeper inside you. Come on, show me how much you want that cock in your mouth. That’s a good girl. Show me how eagerly you’ll suck it.”
He didn’t disappoint. Writhing on the couch, one hand between his legs and the other fucking his mouth, whimpering and sucking, his hands balled into fists, he came to the thought of being spitroasted by men, his illness, for the moment, forgotten.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Being sick isn’t enough to keep such a greedy sissy down,” I said, giving him a moment to recover before rubbing him to another orgasm. Or three.
Sure, we watched TV. And it felt good, especially as achey and cold as I’ve been, to feel his warm weight against me like that. It felt especially good to see how easy it is to wake up the slut in him, even when the rest of his body just isn’t feeling it.
My slutty, pathetic, adorable, hungry sissy.