History of sissy Austria
Slowly the woman who faces me spreads the sides of her long black dress and reveals to my eyes a male sex already all erect. Steep, of a large size. I look at him, sprouting from this female body. I’m not moving, fascinated, forbidden. Incredulous I come out of my stupor. I want to scream :
- What’s this masquerade?
Ask to flee, go away from this place of debauchery. Panicked, I’m looking for my husband. He slithers in the chair, contemplating the stage, visibly excited. Eyes bulging, he looks like he’s enjoying the show. The bastard is enjoying my humiliation. Well, he’ll see if I’m frigid, stuck ! I feel capable of anything … and nothing. For now, I decide to let it come, if I’m still in a position to decide.
Beyond the feeling of disgust that overwhelms me, I owe it to the truth that too many feelings are jostling in my head. I feel lost. Especially since Little By Little a gentle heat invades my belly. There, between my thighs. I even feel the tips of my breasts react. The obvious: I’m excited. No ! It’s not possible, not you ! But I have to concede, the sordid side of the scene leaves room for a funny excitement. Defeated, I let her invade me. I feel like a free woman.
Man or woman, man and woman, I abandon my will to them and so much worse for this perverse husband whom I now suspect is no stranger to my misadventure. Leaving unscrupulously my darling, my gaze is again on the sex erected before me, as if escaped from hell.
For a long moment I remain with my gaze taped on the column of flesh standing before me. Flattered to be responsible for it, while Gloria the divine, keeps her eyes fixed on my breasts and seems to want to devour them.
- Touch my darling, how hard this sex is to celebrate you.
Then the living painting starts to move slowly. Gloria takes a little step towards me, Didier takes my hand and carries it on this Manly organ right in front of me. I can’t imagine running away, on the contrary, I grab it and slowly I shift the blood-soaked gland that springs from its scabbard. It’s hot ! Gloria’s gaze expresses the satisfaction of a victory and lubricity. She just morphed into a man ! For me.
I give up my grip, she walks away, and then slowly slides her dress along her perfectly shaped body. She pauses when her chest is revealed, addresses me a smile full of pride. Then the dress goes down and she appears naked in front of me, simply dressed in her black pumps. She is really superb with femininity … and manhood ! Her breasts breathe naturalness, eroticism, her erect sex, power, domination. She takes my neck and draws her face to her chest and invites me to suck her nipples that appear hardened by excitement.
Why don’t I hesitate ? This is the first time I will caress the breasts of a woman, inexorably attracted to these dark pink spikes that mock my upbringing. His skin feels strong sweating. Instead of blocking me, this detail accentuates my envy, my submission to new sensations still unknown only a few minutes ago. My lips are moving forward. All around is silence. The first contact is accompanied by a shiver. Gloria moans. It’s madness in my sense. My mouth opens and as pushed by distant memories, I head. I head the breast. It’s soft, it’s good, it’s tender. No need to hold my neck, I’m acting alone.
The living painting slowly unfolds its lubricity. Didier’s hands finish undressing me.
Naked, he leads me to the couch and sits deep inside. I give up, actress of this Satanic Mass. Gloria advances, kneeling, slides one leg on either side of my thighs, her sex progresses towards my burning face. Spontaneously I put my hands on her muscular buttocks to attract her to me, well determined to accomplish what she desires. Leaning one hand on the wall behind the couch, she holds her cock from the other and rubs her acorn on my face in a gesture that should have revolted me, humiliated me, flouting my status as a woman. But on the contrary, a strong smell that mixes that of sperm and urine, flatters my nostrils and plunges me even deeper into the universe of perversion! I’m happy, I like this treatment. I find out.
The gland positions itself in front of my still closed lips, pushes, forces and accentuates its pressure so well that they offer access to this burning and wet “cock” of secretions. The taste is strong ! Salty ! I can’t help but compare it to the one I know. It is stronger, denser, more loaded with virility. He owns me.
So I take this integral part of this female body, it deepens it and forces my cheeks to dig, to pump, to suck. Gloria waves from the pelvis literally fucking my throat. I’m his catch. The smile that illuminates her face testifies to her victory, because she now knows that she will fuck me, submissive in front of her husband. At this very moment I have nothing to do with this faithful woman, committed to her promise, to her commitment, taken before God and men.
In a flash of lucidity, I understand that Didier got naked and sat next to us, to my left. He delicately undertakes to caress my breasts. His hand is warm, tender, soft. I love this man.
I also realize that he caresses the sex of his hand remained free. I want to please her. I advance mine to seize it when to my surprise I meet a soft sex, without any vigor. I don’t understand. In my head interpretations mingle. I imagine he must be powerless ! Let me not inspire him ! Yet we are in his painting, that of his fantasy. And I gave him consent and determination to offer myself to him and his accomplice. And in front of my husband. A mixture of sadness and disappointment pervades me when a thought arises : I think of my husband, who witnessed this humiliating situation for my supposed “ex”. He must be reassured and laugh at his jealousy.
In the silence of this play, I clearly hear Didier’s voice murmuring in Gloria’s ear :
- When you fuck her, I want to offer her up and get her caught by Youssouf. He’ll be my dick.
It takes me a few seconds to understand the meaning of these words. Youssouf the man in livery ! This perverse couple of predators consider me cattle. I should react… but no, I continue my blowjob as a clear and clear answer to this evocation.
In reality, do I really realize that I’m sucking the sex of a person mi man mi woman, whose tits I stroked and licked. Do I think about my reaction on the night of the opening ?
On the contrary, excited, I apply myself, I want to show what I have become. Woman with no more ramparts to my enjoyment and the desire to take pleasure, that’s all. I am well aware of the desire to be taken by anyone, when perhaps the black in livery is watching me, and that he has to wait his turn to take me after Gloria. Didier said it.
For moments, Gloria takes her stiff sex out of my mouth and passes her cock on my face. It’s obscene. His staggered Acorn leaves behind him passing a brilliant trail of wetness and saliva. Then, he pushes his cock back into my mouth, insisting to sink the furthest down my throat. I had never let my spouse suffer what I considered an insult to my condition as a wife. This time, docile I even go to the front of this new rape for me !
- So you little bourgeois, you like to suck my tranny cock !
Of course, I can’t answer but I give him a look that testifies to my submission and which means: “yes, I like to suck you “.
In this position, his balls hang over my breasts. With one hand Didier always caresses me a tit, on the other he flatters the balls of his model. Despite her obvious excitement, her sex still remains flabby, insensitive to my caress.
I suddenly see Youssouf, the servant, who has just entered. He remains slightly apart as at the disposal of his master. A detail, he is completely naked and sports a black sex erect towards the sky, of an exceptional size. Thick and long, it covers her belly well beyond the navel ! That of Gloria is already of beautiful dimension, but does not suffer from any comparison with that of the African, that sex that Didier destines me to take me. The desire to feel it in me is important. I’m going crazy with desire. As an actress, I am also a spectator of the improbable, impossible scene.
With a simple gesture of the hand, Didier calls the black to come near him. I guess he knelt at his feet in front of his organ that I just released, and took it between his fingers to make him bandage. In doing so, he fixes his gaze on the sex of the shemale who fucks my mouth. It is that of a possessed who watches impatiently, the object of his lust with the certainty that he will soon enjoy it : he will fuck me. Didier promised. He promised me. I’m a little scared, but it only adds to my craving.
With a gesture the black understands that Didier asks him to touch me between my thighs open at his side. For him ? For me ? Without being begged, he grabs my dripping wet pussy and starts jerking it off. Submissive, I surrender myself to the violence of this new contact. The black man, skillful, alternately caresses my intimate lips, titillates my blood-soaked clitoris before penetrating my vulva one then two and finally three. I am surprised to see that spontaneously, I stretch my body forward to accompany the hand that searches me.