The Making of a Sissy Slut-Part 2-Stiff Competition Phonesex!

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Roger/Emma sat beside me in the back of our rented limo. She was shaking, nervous with anticipation.  “You okay girlfriend?”

“Okay? Girrrllll, I’m … fabulous.” She smiled at me, her lips painted a fire-engine red. She sure had come a long, long way! To think just last month she was a he, a closeted little sad sack who dreamed of transforming himself from a pathetic loser of a man-boy into a confident and sexy diva who could hold court and take command of any situation and of course have any man she wanted. Basically he wanted to be me. It was her birthday, and I had picked out her attire – a tight deep purple dress with a matching bra and panty set, sheer silky pantyhose, velvet gloves and five inch “CUM FUCK ME” heels. I had planned the night to a tee, first we kicked things off with dinner and drinks. Emma, of course, was being a cunt and wouldn’t eat a bite. “A minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips,” she giggled.
Ugh. 
New women can be sooo annoying sometimes. 

“C’mon Em, this is the surprise I was talking about.” We exited the limo, which was parked out in the sticks by this old, dank looking warehouse. Emma looked scared. 

“Ummm, what is this place?” 

I winked at her. “Trust me.” 

We walked towards the door and I knocked. A secret compartment in the door opened and a voice said – “Password.” 

I said the password and the door opened, but then I stopped and turned to Emma, “One last thing.” In my bag was a sparkling studded dog collar and leash. “Happy birthday Emma.”

“Oh Rhianna, you shouldn’t have!” She leaned forward, I placed the collar around her neck and I led her in through the club.

“Oh. My. GOD!” she said as we entered the club – a club known to us in the loop as the “Bovine Party Club.”

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she took in all the sweaty, hot dancing flesh of the clubs nearly all male patronage. The pounding beat of the house music pulsated through the club putting everyone in a trance. 

“Show them,” I whispered in her ear as I brought her out onto the dance floor. “All eyes are on you!” 

She was giddy with delight as the men surrounded her, grinding against her, moving to the beat. I can tell that all this testosterone was getting her hot and bothered. 

My birthday plan for Emma was going off as planned, and as the music came to an end, I tightened the leash around her neck. “On your knees,” I ordered. Like a good little bitch, she did as she was told. 

Two men appeared from the crowd: One white, wearing nothing but a clown mask and a HARD ON and one black, with a nice BIG HARD BLACK COCK, his face painted in a Voodoo skull and wearing a necklace of bone and teeth around his neck.

“Oh my,” Emma said, then to me, “Which one can I have?”

“You’re the birthday girl,” I said, “you can have both.”

She went completely insane, attacking the cocks with abandon. Going back and forth between the dicks, nice and messy, just like I taught her. 

“A chocolate and vanilla birthday treat,” she shouted in between sucks. “Fuck my mouth damn it! FUCK MY MOUTH!”

They did so, taking turns humping her face. “I need one of these in my ass! Hurry, hurry!”

She lay on her back right there on the floor and pulled up her skirt. The white guy took to her little sissy ass and started pounding away, while the black guy squatted over Emma’s face and let his balls dip in her mouth.

With her free hand, Emma grabbed hold of her cock and started yanking.

Watching my creation finally become a full fledged nympho was quite the sight, and I’ll admit, it started the juices flowing. “Oh.My.God!” I thought, realizing that my pussy was now soaking wet. Without skipping a beat, I grabbed one of the guys watching the show and guided his face to my crotch. He wasn’t that adept, but it would do in a pinch. 

I looked over at Emma, who now was totally nude, with both men jerking off onto her face. “That’s it! Give me every drop! Every last drop!” 

And they did, coating her face with their thick, hot cum. All the while she was masturbating her little mangina, not letting herself cum until her face was sufficiently jizz covered.

Later that night I rode home by myself, having parted ways with Emma. “Leaving so early girlfriend?” she asked.

“My work here is done,” I told her. “There is nothing more I can teach you.” Tears started welling up in her eyes. “You are Emma.” I said, embracing her. And you are beautiful.” 

“As beautiful as you?” she asked tearfully.

“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I said with a wink.

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