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Mommys little faggotMy formal training as a “pleasure sissy” started when I was around fiveyears old – as best as I can remember – under the loving guidance ofmy Mistress Mommy. She said my beauty was far to valuable to waste as aboy.Mistress Mommy doesn’t have the equipment to be a “pleasure sissy,” if youcatch my drift. But she WAS a “pleasure girl” for many years, and alsobegan her training at age five. Mistress Mommy knows the ropes very well.I sucked cocks during my first year of training, and I was eight when I wasfucked for the first time.I’m 14 now, and I believe I have pleasured around 200 different men overthe years. Almost all come back for more, despite my very high pricetag. If I could go back and change anything in my life, I wouldn’t change asingle second of it. That’s how happy I am.The story I want to tell you about now took place when I was 10. Here goes…Even at my very young age, I’m an expert in the art of giving sexualpleasure to men. Mistress Mommy says there are many men who want a girllike me, and they’re willing to pay for it. I believe her because I loveher, and she loves me.Sometimes I am an overnight gift to one of her many gentlemen friends;sometimes she auctions me off; sometimes she rents me out to parties;sometimes she sends me out on dates; sometimes I perform for her friendswith a “rent-a-dick,” as she calls the men she hires for theoccasions. Well, I guess you get the picture of what I am. I love every bitof it.Training begins promptly at 9 a.m. every day. I am required to be naked athome – which is very pleasant – and in the high heels Mistress Mommyhas chosen for the day. After I put them on, I present myself to her, andMistress Mommy ties bows in my long, dark brown hair and around my tiny,circumcised peepee. My thingy is only two inch long and as thin as a pencilwhen erect. Mistress Mommy says it’s so cute and pink! It’s ALWAYS atattention for my gift wrapping.Mistress Mommy says some little girls like me are embarrassed when theirbare peeny is hard and they’re in front of people, especially men. Not me –I love it.Every day, she does my makeup, paints my nails, applies perfume, andinserts a buttplug. Sometimes the buttplug is small; other times I’mstretched to the limit. Mistress Mommy wants me to be “versatile” and to”embrace the variety.” Whatever that means. But I do soooo enjoy buttplugs!Away from home, I can be anything and everything from a Catholicschoolgirl; to a French maid; to Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz … oractually anything I’m hired to be. I wear heels and bows no matter what,and sometimes Mistress Mommy adds garterbelts and stockings. I don’t own apair of panties – not even a g-string – and, as I said, I love theway men look me when my peepee is stiff and on display.I’ve become so skilled at walking in heels I can easily handle five-inch,come-fuck-me stilettos. Today I have on all red – five-inchpatent-leather pumps, with matching bows in my hair and on my peeny.I’m also wearing shoulder-brushing silver earrings and a diamond drop.I’m called by many names as situations dictate, but I like “Danielle” themost. “Danielle” is what Mistress Mommy calls me.I’m tutored – Mistress Mommy doesn’t neglect my education – by MasterDaddy. This is important, she says, because I will have my ownpleasure-sissy or pleasure-girl service one day, and will need to knowabout “business.”Of course, Master Daddy is not my real Daddy, but I’m happy to call himthat and fulfill his desires. He arrives in the afternoon, shortly afterMistress Mommy’s morning training session ends and we have lunch. I meetMaster Daddy at the door, drop immediately to my knees, unzip his trousers,and suck his cock until he orgasms. Sometimes he allows me a break, and hefucks my pootie as Mistress Mommy watches.I don’t know anyone my age, but that’s okay – the men I’m with are sokind and caring. They’re more than enough to make me happy. Mistress Mommycalls them “clients,” but many of them prefer that I call them “Daddy.”Just like Master Daddy, right?Chapter 2My Mistress Mommy has me “booked” today with four gentlemen who are goingto take me to a cabin in the woods. I don’t know the men, but I’m notscared to go with them – Mistress Mommy would NEVER let me go out withmen who would hurt me. Besides, most all of them come back for more, so whywould I be in danger?The bell rang, I opened the door and greeted one of the day’s callers. Hewas very handsome, and we smiled at each other.”I’m honored to be at your service today, sir,” I said, and curtseyed asMistress Mommy has trained me to do. “I do sooooo hope you will be pleasedby my company.””I’m sure we will, Danielle,” he said as he savored my naked body, myheels, my bows, my jewelry, and erect thingy. “You are very beautiful andsexy.”All the men tell me that, so Mistress Mommy was right about not wasting mybeauty. She’s always right.Mistress Mommy appeared and the man handed her a thick brown envelope. Iguess “business” was in it? She accepted and offered my caller a valise.”There are several canlı bahis of Danielle’s most popular costumes, lingerie and threepairs of heels inside,” she says.But the man politely declined, saying, “That won’t be necessary. She’salready perfect.”I actually blushed! My peeny tingled, and I curtseyed again inappreciation. I could feel my pooper muscles tighten uncontrollably butpleasantly around my buttplug.Mistress Mommy kissed me and told me to be at my best, but she knows I’mALWAYS at my VERY best.”Shall we go?” the gentleman caller asked.I curtseyed and answered yes. He took me by the hand and lead me to a van.My heels click-clacked and the sound echoed seductively, but I didn’tbother to cover up because we live in a cul de sac in a quietneighborhood. If anyone should see me, I would be happy to suck and fuckthem for their silence.I had with me a small red-leather purse that contained makeup, hairbrush,toothbrush and paste, mouthwash, perfume, tampons and Anal Eze. I expectedto need the lube, as I would be entertaining FOUR men.I hoped they all had nice cocks. I’d taken 10 inches before, but I prefersix to eight. I don’t understand this, but Mistress Mommy says I have”nerve endings” around my “sphincter” and in my pooper that are moresensitive when a man without a huge log fucks me. A cock bigger than eightinches stretches me too far for my liking, but my liking is not at allimportant. What IS important is that I’m still able to please its owner.I was placed on the lap of one of the men and I invited him to touch me ashe saw fit. The first thing he did was kiss me. I love to be kissed with alot of tongue. Then he fondled and pinched my tiny, pink nipples and theyhardened into diamonds.I’m flat-chested, of course, but Mistress Mommy says that’s just one of thethings that makes me so desirable. She says that as I age, I will take “thehormones” to give me boobies and wider hips. I don’t know what “thehormones” are, but I want boobies and hips! Mistress Mommy says, though,that my bootie cheeks are already plump like a little girl’s should be.She also says my legs are long and gorgeous! Heels make them look evenlonger.My skin is soft, milky-white and flawless. Mistress Mommy says it’s becauseI have “good genes,” but that’s something else I don’t understand. She saysI will some day, and I always believe Mistress Mommy.I could feel my future lover’s cock hardening, and I wiggled and ground mybare ass into his bulge.”Would you like for me to get off your lap and suck your cock, sir?” Iasked.”I would love that,” he said. “But I want to save my cum for when we get tothe cabin.”I was then passed to a second man, and the cycle repeated itself. By thetime the third man got his hands on me, I was squeaking and squealing, anda dry orgasm flowed over me. My peeny deflated, but the ribbon stayed put.As we drove on, the men chatted and I remained silent. That’s my place,after all; I was there only for their pleasure. I love it so.Then one of the men noticed I was covered in chill bumps andshivering. Although I would never complain or ask for a favor, he gentlywrapped me in a thick, warm comforter that was in the back of the van. Isighed audibly because I felt so safe and secure. And erect.”Thank you, sir,” I said.When we reached the cabin, I shucked off the comforter and I was carriedinside like a new bride. Once I was on my feet again, I curtseyed and askedhow I could be of service.A fire crackled in the living-room fireplace and I felt so warm and alive!The men had very visible bulges, so I felt sooooo desirable, too! Sowanted! These are the times Mistress Mommy has trained me for.”Danielle,” said one of the gentlemen, “would you please have somechampagne, then dance for us?””Of course,” I said. “But first, please relax. I’m trained to mixcocktails. What is your pleasure?”I took their orders and expertly filled them at a wet bar. Their eyes neverleft my naked body. My peeny was tingling and my pootie tightened aroundthe buttplug as they watched me.After I delivered the drinks, I was passed from lap to lap again, felt up,kissed … and I downed THREE glasses of champagne!”Would you like for me to dance now?” I asked, very buzzed and extra warm.They told me that they would. So I stood, curtseyed, and began to sway myhips while running my hands through my luxurious hair and down over my flatchest.I turned, flung my hair forward, and bent at the waist. Because MistressMommy has trained me so well, I can place my palms on the floor whilekeeping my legs straight, even in five-inch heels.As I was bent, I moved my naked ass slowly up and down like I do when I’mbeing fucked. Some people say that’s “twerking.” But “twerking” is so muchfaster and less sensual, don’t you think? And I don’t like thatword. Neither does Mistress Mommy. She says I’m a lady and ladies don’t”twerk.” Ladies suck and fuck, but don’t “twerk.” Ever.Then I stopped and spread my asscheeks, exposing my buttplug.I turned to face the gentlemen and said, “Please, sirs, would you take yourcocks out bahis siteleri while I continue to dance?”They did, and I began to sway my hips again. I smiled and blew kisses; bentto show the buttplug again; pinched my nipples and offered them to the men.Finally, one of the men said, “I can’t stand it anymore. I have to fuckher.””Here, or in the bedroom?” I asked, and curtseyed. “Whatever you choose, Ilook forward to giving you pleasure, sir. I will enjoy having your big cockin my tight hole. I hope you will allow me to properly suck it before youpenetrate me.”I’d done this before, as you can see.He choose alone with me in the bedroom, but I knew the four of them wouldallow me to suck and fuck them all at once. Mistress Mommy calls that a”gangbang.” I love them.Chapter 3The man picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.Mistress Mommy says some men have “fantasies,” and they’re another thing Idon’t fully understand yet. But Mistress Mommy says to “fulfill them” bydoing anything the men ask for. I guess fucking a very young bride is a”fantasy?”I sat on the bed with my legs spread – exposing my stiff peeny and bow –but my high-heeled feet were on the floor. I asked the man if he wouldplease undress for me so I could see him naked; I wanted to see hisbeautiful hard cock again.Undressed, he stood between my spread legs, presented his circumcised manmeat to me, and I took it into my hand. I stroked it, then licked up anddown the shaft, paying close attention to his cockhead and peehole. Then Ireached around him, grasped his asscheeks, and pulled him into my mouth asdeeply as I could. His cock hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t gag. Mytraining has prepared me for that.He moaned and pumped his cock in and out as I savored his precum. I felthim start to squirm, an orgasm approaching, so I quickly took my mouth offhis cock and said, “Sir, while I would love to taste your sweet cum as itflows into my tummy, I believe you will enjoy filling up my hole with iteven more.”I laid back and spread my legs. He positioned his cock to enter me, and Iplaced my calves on his shoulders. I like being fucked in any position thatpleases my lover, but my favorite is on my back. Mistress Mommy calls thisthe “missionary position.” I don’t know why, but I don’t question MistressMommy, as you know. In this position, I can see my high heels pointed tothe ceiling, and I know I’ve opened myself up completely.I reached back and removed the buttplug. It made a sweet “pop” as thewidest part cleared my tight pink hole. My pucker closed and winked.”If it pleases you, sir,” I said, “slam your cock into me as hard as youcan. I can take it. Please fuck your little girl hard, Daddy.”The man had not asked me to call him “Daddy,” but I knew men love it, and Ididn’t think I was taking a risk. Mistress Mommy says I have “goodimpulses.”He DID ram his cock into me hard – balls deep – and I met his trustby lifting my ass off the bed and slamming back against it.As we got into a rhythm, I squealed, “Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fuck me soooohard! Squirt your cum in me and make me pregnant!”He continued to moan, letting me know I was doing and saying the rightthings.”Please cum for me, Daddy,” I said. “Fill your little girl with your lovejuice! Make me pregnant, Daddy! I want to have your baby!” Saying that mademe orgasm.Then I felt his spasms begin, and I knew I was only seconds away from beingfilled with warm cum. I had my second orgasm. My pooper muscles squeezedhis cock even harder and he exploded. He continued to move in and out of meuntil he was drained, and his cock popped out of my hole.We rested for a moment, then I got off the bed and curtseyed, allowing hiscum to dribble down my legs. I knew he saw it, and I hoped it would pleasehim.”Thank you, sir, for filling me up,” I said. “Please allow me five minutesuntil my next lover takes me.”As the bedroom door closed, I rushed to the toilet and pooped out as muchof his cum as I could. I wanted to be as clean as possible for my nextfuck. When I get home, I thought, I will ask Mistress Mommy to buy me somescented douche so I can always be sweet and fresh. She would, I knew, andwould compliment me again on my “good impulses.”I wanted to brush my hair and teeth, but my purse was out in the livingroom, and I couldn’t ask one of the men to bring it to me. I’m not here toask for favors, as you know. I’m here to serve. Mistress Mommy has trainedme to be submissive and satisfy my lovers. I enjoy that very much.Chapter 4I had just finished sucking and fucking the fourth man, and I knew the”gangbang” was coming. I was soooo excited! But I’d been fucked HARD byfour men and I needed to refresh – although I had evacuated after eachman came – and recharge.I retrieved my purse, went back into the bathroom, removed my heels andbows, and stepped into a hot shower. Even as much as I looked forward toservicing four cocks at ounce, I stood in the shower awhile, relaxing untilmy skin turned pink.Besides, the men needed to reload, too, and I wanted all the cum they bahis şirketleri couldpump into me!I turned the shower off, stepped out and found a stack of thick, fluffytowels waiting for me. They had been silently left by one of the men. Howsweet! I patted myself dry, brushed my hair and teeth, used mouthwash,reapplied my makeup and perfume … and, OF COURSE, my heels and bows!I walked into the living room and I saw the men had remained naked, butwere not fully erect yet. I looked forward to taking care of that.I’ve been so well trained by Mistress Mommy I remembered each man’scocktail order, and I mixed them fresh drinks. I also poured myself anotherglass of champagne.We retired to couches and I was handed off from lap to lap. I was kissed,touched, fondled, and my hole fingered as we enjoyed our drinks. The heatfrom the fire and the mens’ hands felt sooooo good on my bare skin!Then I noticed the men were starting to harden, so I got to my knees andmoved from cock to cock, sucking.”Please, sirs,” I said. “May I service all of your cocks at once?”I was swept off my feet again and carried into the bedroom. I was laid onmy back across the bed so that my head dangled off.I opened my mouth and accepted one of the hard cocks. Two of the men wereat my sides, so I took a cock in each hand as they sucked my nipples. Ididn’t have to wonder long where the fourth man was – I felt my bowbeing untied and I felt a warm mouth on my peepee.Having my thingy sucked is not a common occurrence for me, and MistressMommy has explained the differences in “bottoms” and “tops.” I don’t thinkI will ever be a “top.” I don’t think my peepee will ever be big enough tostay inside a man. I would try, of course, if asked, but I don’t thinkthat’s my calling. So in my mind, the man had his mouth on my clitty.I usually squeak and squeal when I orgasm, but now I was screaming theywere so intense! I lost count of how many I had.The men moved around my little body, swapping places over and over. Then Ifelt the bow being tied back onto my stiff peeny.I flipped over onto my back, arched, and offered my hole to whoever got toit first. I felt a cock enter me, and I welcomed it by pushingback. Another man presented his cock to me and I began to suck. Again themen moved around me, taking turns in my mouth and hole.I could feel the current cock in my hole begin to spasm, then I felt thewarm cum explosion. I tightened and relaxed my pooper muscles to milk outas much of his cum as I could. Another cock entered my stretched pooper,and I took a new one in my mouth.A second cock erupted into my hiney-hole, and a third, then afourth. Afterward, I licked each cock clean.Final ChapterI was carried into the bathroom where the men removed my heels andbows. One started a hot shower for me, then stepped in along side me. Hestarted to lather me up, but I stopped him and took the shower gel. It wasmy duty to wash each of them, not the other way around.I even patted them dry with the thick towels. After I was done, I gentlytapped each on the ass and shooed them out into the living room todress. My shooing them was a little forward of me, but I knew they likedit. “Good impulses?”I got back in the shower and stood under the hot jets until I relaxed somuch I thought my knees would buckle. After all the champagne and multiplefuckings, I was EXHAUSTED. It was then that I realized each man had fuckedme TWICE! My little pooty was pounded EIGHT TIMES that day!I did all I could to keep my hair dry, but it was hopeless. And it wassticky with cum, so I had to shampoo it. When I got out, I patted myselfdry and towel-dried my hair as best I could. I had an idea of what to dowith my damp hair, though.I sat on the toilet and pooped out as much cum as I could, then inserted atampon. I knew I would be riding home on laps and the last thing I wantedwas to be leaking.I reapplied makeup and perfume, then brushed my teeth.The bright idea for my hair was to use the ribbons to create long, cutepigtails, and it was next to impossible to tell my hair was damp when I wasdone.I played with my peepee until it was stiff – it didn’t take long –then retied the bow and stepped into my heels. I looked in the mirror andadmitted to myself that I’m a true creampuff!The men were standing as I reentered the living room, and they wrapped mein their arms, kissed and fingered me.Believe it or not, I could see new bulges in their pants, so I sucked theircocks again. That means I had caused a DOZEN orgasms that day!”I hope I have satisfied your needs, sirs,” I said, as I licked the lastdrop of cum off the fourth man’s cock and tummy. They actually applauded!Like the gentlemen they are, they carried me to the van and bundled me inthe comforter again. Oh, well, I guess the tampon was wasted effort, butits soft dampness from the thick cum soothed my sore hole. It wasn’t longbefore I was sound asleep in the arms of one of them.The next thing I knew, I was being handed off to Mistress Mommy.The last thing I heard before I dropped off to sleep again was, “When canwe have her again?”I didn’t hear Mistress Mommy’s response, but I knew I had made her veryproud. Making Mistress Mommy proud is the most important thing in mylife. If I do, the rest takes care of itself.

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