CrazyAngel

Part 2 of Sissy's 2nd adventure. This chapter contains MM Oral lesbian; incest; pegging and femdom. If that's not your thing, thank you for looking, but please move on.
--- Chapter 4 ---
Laura had just left the room and I stood there on wobbly legs. I looked around for a chair, but they all seemed incredibly far. I dropped to the floor in a pile of lingerie, makeup, cum, drool, cunt juice and well used sissy holes. What the fuck had just happened...
I'd just fucked my daughter Eve - that's what. Got fucked by your cock and balls dangling uselessly between your legs. Such a beautiful willing sissy fuck slut. istanbul travesti Mmmmm, I can't wait for my turn to rape your sissy cunt again. Are you getting excited Sissy?. Some of our guest are gathering behind you; eye fucking you; licking their collective lips. Are you ready to get fucked? Tell the room what you want Sissy. Beg them to fuck you!"
Before I could reply, the crowd started muttering and commenting. Some legible, others not.
"Look, her pussy is winking."
"She's certainly eager to get fucked."
"She look's like she's been well used. Did you guys already rape her today?"
"She's one istanbul travestileri hot fucking slut. Can't wait to bury my cock in one of her holes."
"Come on Sally, tell us what you want."
"Yeah, Sally, tell how you want us to use you."
I started to blush, but their comments excited me. They wanted me! My entire body was flush and hot. My cock started to swell, as did my pride. But I also knew what was expected and complied, interrupting the comments and praise of my audience.
"Welcome everyone. I'm Sissy Sally. A horny little cum slut. Please fuck me. I need to be fucked. No, I CRAVE to be travesti istanbul fucked. Please use and abuse me for your entertainment. I want my sissy pussy raped and ravaged. My mouth cunt to be fucked. To be spit-roasted like a horny little sissy bitch. I'm a cum receptacle. A sissy whore. Please... won't someone fuck me. I need cock. Please give me cock. Please! I'll do anything for cock!"
A large strong masculine hand touched my ass. It traced down my crack and across my dangling balls, then retracted. A resounding slap landed on my ass cheek, forcing me forward as much as the rope and collar would allow. I rocked back to my original position, dangling like a fish on a hook, and wiggled my ass at him and the room. I felt something wet hit my ass and realized he (or someone) had spit in my crack. I bounced my ass up and down, trying to twerk, but probably failed miserably.