couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.
My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest as I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. The soft pink satin panties hugged my smooth, freshly shaved skin like a second skin, the delicate lace edging tickling the tops of my thighs. Above them, the matching bra cupped my padded chest, giving me the soft, rounded breasts I’d dreamed about for so long. The sheer black stockings clung to my legs, held up by a garter belt that made every tiny movement feel deliciously sinful. And the dress… God, the dress. A short, flared baby-doll style in pale lavender, the hem barely covering the tops of my stockings.
I looked like a perfect little sissy slut.
And I felt like one too.
My cock—already painfully hard—strained against the thin satin, leaking a steady stream of precum that made a dark wet spot bloom across the front. I whimpered softly, pressing my thighs together, trying to get just a little friction. It only made me ache more.
The doorbell rang.
My breath caught. He was here.
I tottered over to the door on my five-inch pink heels, each step making my hips sway obscenely, the short skirt fluttering against my thighs. When I opened the door, there he was—tall, broad-shouldered, dark eyes raking over me like I was already his.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him. His big hand immediately slid around the back of my neck, pulling me close. “Such a pretty little princess tonight.”
I melted against him, my voice coming out high and breathy. “T-thank you, Daddy…”
He smirked. “You’re already dripping, aren’t you, baby girl?”
I nodded frantically, cheeks burning.
He walked me backward until my back hit the wall. One thick thigh pushed between my legs, pressing right up against my aching little clitty. I moaned shamelessly, grinding against him like the desperate slut I was.
“Lift your skirt,” he ordered.
My trembling fingers obeyed instantly, gathering the soft fabric and holding it up around my waist. The wet satin panties were completely on display now, the outline of my small, throbbing cock clearly visible through the sheer material.
He chuckled darkly. “Look at that tiny thing leaking for me. You really are just a needy little sissy, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, Daddy… please…”
“Please what?” His hand slid down, cupping me through the panties, squeezing just enough to make me gasp.
“Please… touch me… use me…”
He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Oh, I’m going to use you, princess. But first…”
He spun me around so I was facing the wall, hands braced against it. I felt him drop to his knees behind me. Then his hot breath against the back of my thighs.
The first touch of his tongue made me cry out.
He licked slowly up the inside of one stocking-clad leg, then the other, teasing, tasting, until he reached the damp satin. He pressed his mouth right over my aching clitty, sucking the wet fabric, tongue swirling over the head through the thin material.
I sobbed with need, pushing back against his face. “Daddy—please—please—”
He pulled the panties down just enough to free my dripping cock and balls, then went right back to devouring me. His tongue flicked over my sensitive tip, lapped at the leaking slit, then slid lower, teasing my tight little hole.
When he finally pushed his tongue inside me, I almost came right then.
He ate me like he was starving, thick fingers spreading me open while his tongue fucked in and out, wet and filthy and perfect. I was shaking, moaning, begging—completely lost.
Then he stood up.
I heard his belt unbuckle, the zipper coming down. The heavy sound of his thick cock slapping against my ass made me whimper.
“You want Daddy’s cock, baby girl?”
“Yes—yes please—please fuck your sissy—”
He didn’t make me wait.
One hard thrust and he was buried deep inside me, stretching me wide, filling me so completely I could barely breathe. I screamed in pleasure, pushing back to meet every brutal stroke.
He fucked me hard against the wall, one hand wrapped around my throat, the other jerking my dripping clitty in time with his thrusts.
“You’re mine,” he growled in my ear. “My perfect little cockslut. Say it.”
“I’m yours—your sissy—your slut—please—please let me cum—”
“Cum for Daddy, princess. Cum while I fill your tight little hole.”
That was all it took.
My whole body seized up as I came harder than I ever had, spurting all over his hand and the wall while he pounded into me, claiming every inch. A second later I felt him swell, then the hot rush of his cum flooding deep inside me, marking me as his.
When he finally pulled out, I sank to my knees, legs trembling.
He cupped my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.
“Good girl,” he murmured, thumb brushing over my swollen lips. “Now clean Daddy up… and then we’ll see how many more times I can make my pretty sissy cum tonight.”
I opened my mouth eagerly, already hungry for more.
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