[A handsome young boy degenerates into a slutty bitch] (1)

Part One: Cuckold Fantasy From a young age, I was a rather delicate and slender boy. My mother would dress me in girls' clothes and white pantyhose until I started wearing boys' clothes when I went to school.

Because of this, both boys and girls liked to bully me for my effeminate appearance during my school years.

This planted a seed of masochism in my heart.

In high school, my grades were good, and everyone was busy studying, so fewer people bullied me. However, at this time, I also began to develop sexually and started to become horny.

Because I liked watching Japanese anime since I was a child, I was particularly obsessed with the "absolute territory" (the area between the thighs and groin). Looking at my own long, thin, white legs, I actually got aroused and started secretly wearing girls' mid-calf, knee-high, and pantyhose in the dormitory. This fetish continued until my senior year of high school without anyone finding out.

Each floor of the school dormitory had a counselor. Our floor had a physical education teacher who also worked part-time. It was said that he was gay, so he volunteered to be the counselor for the boys' dormitory. Although everyone was disgusted by him, because he was very tall and strong, no one dared to gossip behind his back.

One day, I was so overcome with pent-up desire that I asked for leave to go back to my dorm and put on white thigh-high stockings. By my senior year of high school, my fetish had evolved to wearing women's underwear, and my mushroom-cut hair had grown past my ears. I started masturbating in front of the mirror and ejaculated shortly after.

Many guys know that there's a sense of guilt and regret the moment you ejaculate, and I always regretted this bad habit afterward.

So I quickly knelt down to wipe myself clean and prepared to change and go back to the classroom. But just then, I vaguely sensed someone at the door. I turned around and saw the PE teacher staring intently at me through the glass in the door.

I froze, kneeling on the ground, unable to move.

After about half a minute, the PE teacher calmed down and called me out.

My face flushed red, and sweat poured down my forehead. I was still wearing thigh-high stockings, women's underwear, and a bra! I followed the PE teacher down the corridor for dozens of meters, wearing only thigh-high stockings, and into the dorm's storage room.

The storage room was very small, and the PE teacher was very tall and strong; my face was almost touching his chest.

He was very direct, saying, "It's not good for others to know this. I really like cute little boys like you. If you let me play with you regularly, I won't tell anyone." After the

PE teacher finished stating his request, I felt an instant surge of disgust. At that moment, his sweaty odor wafted over. I asked him how he wanted to play. He said, "Judging by your lewdness, you must have watched porn." I said I had. He said, " Then kneel down and imitate the actresses to make me ejaculate."

What happened next was different from what I expected, or what most people would imagine. I actually obediently knelt down and, imitating the porn, pulled out his penis.

Instantly, a sour, foul smell wafted over. I was familiar with this smell; it was the same for me when it was hot. But the size of this grown man still surprised me. The oppressive feeling of his thick, large penis terrified me, but I quickly took it into my mouth.

The PE teacher was very surprised. He said, "So you're gay." I said no, I was just imitating the porn actresses.

He remained silent, not saying anything more, but instead pressed my head down and began thrusting.

Hesitant because I'd never given oral sex before, a wave of nausea washed over me. Unable to push him away, my vomit entered my nasal cavity, and his thick penis blocked my airway, making me feel suffocated.

After a while of thrusting, I was on the verge of passing out; his grip on my right wrist felt like it was about to break.

I don't know how much time passed, but in a dizzying, blurred state, I felt large amounts of his semen flowing down my throat and into my nasal cavity. He pulled it out and smeared it on my face.

Just then, the bell rang, and the PE teacher said, "Stay here, I'll go get your clothes and camera."

At that moment, I was gripped by a deep sense of powerlessness, a feeling of wanting to fall, not wanting to run away, not wanting to think about him taking pictures to blackmail me.

I thought, "So be it, I don't care if he does what he wants." (

This memoir has turned into a novel; I'll change the style later, post a picture of myself, and continue updating.)

The following week, things progressed rapidly with the PE teacher; my first time having anal sex resulted in him ejaculating inside me.

I spent my entire senior year of high school under his influence, and my grades plummeted. I could have gotten into a top university, but

I ended up not even getting into a regular undergraduate program. By graduation, I had mastered full-body cross-dressing and makeup. Later, during my undergraduate studies and work, I dated many men who liked cross-dressing and gay men, and gradually lost interest in women.

Now, to the point: I have a girlfriend of many years, but due to my own incompetence and her naiveté, we haven't lost our virginity.

I'm specifically looking for a charming man to help me seduce my girlfriend, make her fall in love with you, and then cheat on me.

My girlfriend has beautiful legs and a sweet, lovely face. I can't post a picture of her face here, but she's definitely gorgeous. If you're interested, leave your suggestions; I'll DM you if you're suitable.

To clarify, my girlfriend knows I like to cross-dress and be intimate with men. She usually calls me a sissy and often talks about how I'm with certain men, complaining that I can't satisfy her. So, being with me is her voluntary choice.

The suggestions I'm referring to don't go against her wishes; she'll only have sex with you if she completely accepts them.

Last time I mentioned being left in the storage room after being oral sex by the PE teacher. The lock on the storage room door had been changed, and the door was ajar. I was still in shock from my first encounter with a man's thick semen and a large penis, completely oblivious to the danger.

The PE teacher gave me ample time to think; he left for a long time.

I'm usually very honest, and I tend to give up whenever someone challenges me. Yes, my life is accustomed to giving up and escaping; sometimes, a "what

's the use" attitude excites me. This scene before me made me extremely distressed, and my eyes involuntarily welled up with tears. I, who am usually very clean, no longer cared about the filth in the storage room. I leaned against the muddy mop, my white knee-high socks covered in mud, my once clean face smeared with sticky semen and black dirty water dripping from the mop.

Looking at my disheveled state, it resembled a scene from a Japanese adult film. The image of a student being raped by a teacher and losing his mind actually aroused me, and my penis gradually became erect.

This foreshadowed my later academic decline. Because of the continued humiliation I suffered at the hands of my PE teacher, I tended to give up on difficult tasks, and even felt excited about failing exams. (

Insert a photo of myself after being deeply throated for several minutes, feeling dazed and oxygen-deprived: I was dazed for a long time when the PE teacher returned with my clothes. At his instruction, I took photos in the storage room of myself lying face down, kneeling, sticking out my buttocks, sticking out my tongue, masturbating, and with a distorted face. I was surprisingly cooperative throughout, and he didn't say much. I quickly understood his requests, as if we were longtime photography partners.

) [The following appears to be unrelated and possibly spam:] "Tomorrow is Friday. After school tonight, please come to my house. Bring all your sexy clothes, and wear stockings and underwear under your school uniform," he said. "I won't show these photos to anyone else. I know your parents. If you behave, everything will be fine."

After he finished speaking, I felt no emotional turmoil. Actually, I had anticipated being discovered from the moment I put on women's stockings and underwear, and I had even been excited by such fantasies, so this moment wasn't so hard to accept.

I knew I was going to be anally violated on Friday night, and I was worried about bleeding. After leaving the storage room, I didn't eat anything. On Friday morning, after defecating, my anus was very clean, and the toilet paper I used to wipe was spotless. I felt much more relaxed.

After defecating, I changed into a white bra and 80D white pantyhose in the bathroom. It was autumn, and as I stepped out of the dorm, the wind blew my school uniform jacket, making my crotch feel cool. My two stockinged legs rubbed against each other as I walked, which felt very comfortable on my penis. As I walked, my legs unconsciously adopted a cat-like gait, and my steps became smaller and smaller.

This was the first time I had ever dressed like this in public. I thought to myself, "Girls' lives are so wonderful. They can wear pantyhose instead of pants, and their beautiful legs can be exposed freely, allowing others to look, drool, and even lewdly ogle them."

On Friday, I attended classes all day, but I barely paid attention to anything. My legs were turned inward, my erect penis clenched between them, and I almost ejaculated several times. My buttocks were also soaked with sweat.

The school bell rang in the evening, and I thought, "Finally, it's over." After getting permission for leave, I slowly walked towards the teachers' apartment next to the school. The closer I got to the PE teacher's house, the more nervous I became. My sphincter tightened, and I deliberately quickened my pace to avoid looking like a girl. I pulled up the collar of my shirt to hide half my face, afraid of being recognized by other teachers' families.

"Xing," I heard the PE teacher call me. I couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Why is he calling my name in public? You have a bad reputation, and I don't want people to know I went to a gay man's house. He's usually nicknamed 'Beautiful Legs' and 'Skinny,' and this 'Skinny' thing is definitely true."

What I didn't expect was that he came over and directly took my hand. At that moment, I realized again the difference in our heights. I'm barely 170cm, while he's almost 190cm. His hand hung down, while I had to raise my hand to maintain my balance. My face turned bright red, and my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

"Nobody's here. They've finished eating and gone for a walk," he said. "Your hands are so smooth, and you even have that delicate pinky finger. Didn't you walk quite gracefully just now? Your pigeon-toed gait is cute. You don't need to deliberately imitate boys and swing your legs." "I

walk like that because of the tights," I protested. Actually, I'm usually a bit stubborn, a trait later corrected by my PE teacher.

The PE teacher's house was very tidy. I heard his wife works out of town and rarely comes home; everyone knows it's a marriage of convenience. But there were still a few pairs of his wife's high heels by the door, and I glanced at them subconsciously.

He said those shoes were deliberately placed there, along with some clothes. "She almost never comes home. I see your figure and feet are small; her clothes should fit you perfectly. You can wear whatever you like."

I quickly said no, though the PE teacher had already sensed my cross-dressing tendencies.

After entering, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. I had already resigned myself to being manipulated by him, completely unaware of what the future would hold. I just waited for him to decide what to do.

He, however, didn't seem to have figured out how to start. Perhaps he and his gay partners always initiate things.

"Take off your pants and shoes, and put on those high heels that my wife's fan wears," he said, zipping my shirt up to my navel. "

Okay," I replied, head down, taking off my pants and sneakers. Barefoot, I walked to the shoe rack. Women's high heels are so beautiful; I picked one up and couldn't help but admire it. I imitated the way actresses in adult films adjust their shoes, standing upright and bending over, adjusting them with one finger until I was on.

I'm quite clever; I usually observe how women walk in high heels. I pulled in my stomach, relaxed my shoulders, took small steps, and gently swayed my hips as I slowly walked towards the PE teacher.

"You've worn these before?" he said. "The pose is so sexy."

"No, actually, they're not hard to put on. I was afraid of twisting my ankle, so I swayed my hips, it wasn't intentional," I quickly explained.

Seeing that I was about to ramble on, he wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing me passionately. My lips were tightly sucked in his, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe.

He gripped my right hand so tightly it felt like it was about to break, and I couldn't help but moan softly. As he held me tightly, his body heat instantly warmed me, and a feeling of security and dependence welled up within me.

Then, in a princess carry, I was lifted into the air. The man's overwhelming strength terrified me, but it also reinforced my desire to be a little girl. To maintain my balance, I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck, turning my face to the side. In the few seconds it took to carry me to the bedroom, my body gradually went limp. After he tossed me onto the bed, I completely lost all strength, lying listlessly flat on the bed.

Before I could calm down, he pulled down his pants, his enormous penis pressed against my face. "

Lick it, little cutie," he said. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick it shamelessly, channeling my inner porn star, mimicking scenes from movies, greedily licking and sucking.

Then his thick hands began to caress my crotch. My vulva shrank in front of him, smaller than usual.

"Your penis is so small, it's useless. You can only be a bottom." He started humiliating me, pressing my head down and thrusting his penis deep into my throat. Messy pubic hair covered my face, and the overwhelming masculine smell assaulted me. My shrunken penis, squeezed by him, made me instantly feel the urge to ejaculate.

Fortunately, he only thrust a few times before making me kneel on the bed with my buttocks sticking out. I knew the real show was about to begin. I tried to relax, because I knew that tension would only intensify the pain.

He pulled down my pantyhose and underwear, and cool lubricant poured down. He pressed down on my waist with one hand, and the fingers of his other hand roughly inserted themselves. "

You little slut, your ass is so clean. It wasn't so tight the first time. You were born to be fucked." The continuous verbal humiliation was inoculated. He, who was usually taciturn, was incessant when it came to humiliation.

His large, thick fingers instantly made me break out in a cold sweat from the pain. I screamed and bit my fingers, wondering when this pain would end; it was unbearable.

Suddenly, a pleasant, tingling sensation washed over me. He had touched my prostate. The pain vanished instantly, my anus completely relaxed, and then a strong urge to urinate surged through me. After the pain subsided, I started to hold my urine.

He continued to probe, his fingers gradually multiplying into two. I couldn't control my moans anymore; they came out in waves. Soon, the urge to urinate overwhelmed me. I felt a warm, thin liquid dripping down my thighs, but to my surprise, it was white, cloudy prostatic fluid, not urine.

At that moment, my penis instantly became engorged with blood, and an immense wave of pleasure washed over me. He withdrew his fingers, his large glans pressing against my anus. After a couple of rubs, he thrust inside.

"Ahhhhh!" I cried out loudly, the emptiness inside me instantly filled. It was probably the same feeling a woman experiences when her virginity is taken. My body and mind relaxed completely, surrendering to the man who had taken my virginity.

His muscular body began his conquest. Each thrust felt like it would break my back. He gripped my waist with both hands and began to pound me wildly. My will was being plundered by him, and with each effeminate moan, I increasingly enjoyed the feeling of being conquered and trampled by a man.

During the thrusting, he rotated my body, his thick penis turning inside me. I almost ejaculated. Then he lifted my thin legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed, assuming a position for a full-force thrust.

We made a series of rapid, slapping sounds as we pounded against each other. He gripped my thin legs tightly, the pain itself arousing me.

"Slut!" *Slap*, a crisp slap. He didn't use much force, but it was enough to make my face burn.

*Slap*, another slap. He pinched my tongue and began to rub my pre-ejaculate and saliva on my face.

"Giving you a beauty treatment, little cutie, is it good?" he asked.

I was shy and didn't answer.

*Slap*, four more slaps landed. "Is it good?" He roared and thrust into my anus even faster.

"So good, so good! The PE teacher's cock is so powerful, so comfortable!" I suddenly lost all dignity and started moaning like a prostitute, "Fuck me to death, Master, I'm yours!"

The despicable me actually called him "Master." He smiled wickedly, his rough hands stroking my penis, and in an instant, my semen gushed out.

Two alluring legs in stockings trembled incessantly. I felt as if I had experienced the longest ejaculation of my life, my petite body almost suspended in mid-air by the PE teacher's penetration. Semen sprayed onto my face, into my nostrils, and into my open mouth.

A dozen seconds later, a tremendous emptiness washed over me after ejaculation. Fear, unease, regret, and anger overwhelmed me, and I desperately wanted to stop this frenzied act.

The PE teacher seemed to have foreseen all of this, ignoring my pleas and entreaties to stop. "

Is it because you don't have any desire for a moment after ejaculating? Your anus will tighten immediately, and before your desire returns, it will be torture and pain, and your body and mind will collapse," he said, his face contorted with malice. Heaven knows what I went through. The regret over everything began to replay every moment before, regretting that I hadn't stopped him for several moments. After thinking about the past, I started to worry about the future, thinking that my life was ruined, I was finished, I couldn't face anyone, and I would live in cold stares and insults.

My spirit had collapsed, and for the first time in my life, I broke down in tears. The PE teacher, however, became even more excited, forcefully pressing my legs down towards my head while simultaneously thrusting his entire weight into my tender anus! A tearing pain shot through my thighs, my two slender, stockinged legs convulsed in agony, my legs stiffened, and my toes cramped.

At that moment, my spirit collapsed, my lower body ached as if being torn apart, my legs cramped, and the lewd fluids made me nauseous. In this state of extreme humiliation and rage, a large gush of hot semen surged inside me—one, two—his penis convulsing and spraying within me.

What a huge amount! Later, I learned that the PE teacher hadn't had sex in a long time. He lowered my legs, and I instantly collapsed onto the bed. I could feel the semen gushing from my lower body; my anus was probably still open. My eyes widened, my mouth slightly agape, and tears streamed down my face as I convulsed in despair, like a girl after being raped.

The PE teacher sat down next to me, stroking my face. "So cute, so sweet," he said. "I've had my eye on you for a while now. I didn't expect you to be so horny. Perfect for taking you home as a toy. Your smooth, tender body is so enjoyable. I won't be going with anyone else anymore, you're the only one. "

As he spoke, he smeared the semen from my anus onto my mouth and made me swallow it. Then he lifted my legs and kissed them a few times.

"These legs are so beautiful. Some people are so delicate and cute that they're meant to be abused and played with. You're the kind of person who's suited to be a bitch. Don't despair. Just live your life as usual. Just come to my house and be my toy. You'll gradually adapt. Life and fun won't interfere with each other.

" Later, although my grades plummeted, I slowly adapted to this double life. Now, I'm even more convinced that the private debauchery and humiliation didn't affect my normal life, and my work wasn't affected either.

[Updated September 7] Recently, something happened that left me speechless yet slightly excited. Because I travel frequently for work, I returned home a few days ago after a month-long business trip. My girlfriend, whom I hadn't seen in a while, seemed particularly aroused. She even wore sexy lingerie and white knee-high socks to tease me.

We had sex, but there was no bleeding! Even stranger, something that used to be very difficult for us to achieve – neither of us knew where the entrance was – happened to her last night. She subconsciously guided my penis a few times, helping me find the right spot! Even more unusual, she didn't complain of pain! I'm pretty sure she had sex with someone else while I was away! So, I secretly checked her phone's unlock code and, while she was showering, checked her WeChat.

Although I didn't find direct evidence of infidelity, I noticed she was chatting a lot with a man. I slowly scrolled through the messages and was shocked to discover that she had confided in this man about my cross-dressing fetish and effeminate personality! This man had repeatedly asked my girlfriend to meet him while I was away; the truth was obvious! So, I secretly added this man on WeChat.

This guy seemed to recognize my WeChat profile picture and accepted my friend request. He immediately asked if I was XX's effeminate boyfriend! During our chat, I discovered he seemed very interested in cross-dressers, constantly hinting that we could meet after I dressed up.

For the next day or two, we kept chatting, and the conversation became increasingly explicit. I sent him photos of myself in cross-dressing, and the photos became more and more graphic. He started sending photos of his penis and various insulting and humiliating words. Seeing that I was very receptive to his textual "training," he asked to meet me in a hotel room.

After several rounds of "training," I completely succumbed and agreed to go to a hotel with him.

At his request, I wore a black office lady outfit, a miniskirt, nine-centimeter heels, black pantyhose, and a short, neat wig.

He was slightly taller than me in the nine-centimeter heels. Since I had never met a cross-dresser in person before, he seemed a bit nervous, but he still lifted my face and played with it for a moment, saying, "Let's sit down and chat for a while."

Then we sat on the edge of the bed and talked about the details of his relationship and sex with his girlfriend. As we talked, he slowly started touching my face and thighs.

He said, "My girlfriend is actually very easy to flirt with. They met when she was interning at university. He was the owner of the restaurant where she interned. He had flirted with her before, but he felt she dressed too much like a student and didn't go for it.

In the past two years, after she started working, she dressed more maturely and became more feminine. Seeing her new look on social media, he took the initiative to flirt with her. Actually, they had been in contact throughout our relationship, and my girlfriend considered him a close friend, sharing stories about me.

A few days ago, my girlfriend was having a bad day at work, and I wasn't there, so he took advantage of the situation.

That day, he accompanied her for drinks, and after she got drunk, he took her home. He said, 'Your girlfriend has a high sex drive, but she's restrained by her morals. When she's drunk, she can't resist male advances. To be honest, you're not very manly, so she'll be more attracted to me.'

To be honest, although he's not handsome, he's very manly. Being near him makes my body go weak involuntarily. Actually, after he touched me a few times, my butt and penis were already a little wet."

He actually knew I'd slept with many men, but this man had slept with my girlfriend, so I was incredibly shy and couldn't open up.

He said, "Your girlfriend is actually very slutty. Want to hear more about my experience with her?" He asked in an extremely humiliating manner, "If you want to hear it, kneel down and bark like a bitch. "

At that moment, I felt incredibly ashamed, not because I wanted to hear about my girlfriend's experience with him, but because I felt excited by his contempt and insult. I struggled for a while and managed to squeeze out two barks, but I didn't kneel down.

Seeing that I hadn't let go, he pulled me to the ground, pressed his crotch against my face, and raised his voice, "You should try the cock that fucked your girlfriend first. You're clearly a slut, yet you're pretending to be reserved here."

He then grabbed my neck and lifted me up, kissing me with his stubble-covered face. His strong masculine scent filled the air, his saliva pouring into my mouth, his teeth biting my tongue and lips. My legs trembled, unable to stand upright, held in mid-air by his neck, my two slender legs in black stockings swinging wantonly, my insteps stretched straight, scraping against the ground.

He kissed me for a long time, then smeared his saliva on my face before kissing my neck and ears. His superb kissing skills impressed me. No wonder my girlfriend, so shy and reserved, was still ridden by him. I couldn't help but let out wanton moans, moaning like a woman, my hand unconsciously stroking his already erect penis through his crotch.

This man drove me crazy. His masculinity and seasoned skill made me tremble. My defenses gradually crumbled, and I began to respond by caressing him. My two slender, seductive legs instinctively clamped around his buttocks. He picked me up and placed me on the bed, then pressed down on me. I lay sprawled out, ready to receive his assault. His

body, so much larger than mine, pressed down on me, and I could barely breathe. He kissed me as he pulled off his clothes, his hurried movements causing him to press hard on my inner thighs several times. The intense pain made me gasp, but it immediately transformed into a desire to be crushed and ravaged by this powerful body.

Ah~ A thick, large penis was pulled out. The fleshy feel and taste were those of a strong, mature man's penis. I leaned in and frantically sucked and licked it.

"You're such a slut, a male whore. You and your girlfriend will both be my sluts from now on. How can there be a man like you? Everyone on social media is boycotting sissies. If you were out in the street, you'd get beaten half to death.

" "No, I don't want to. I'm so cute and slutty, I should be everyone's sex toy. It would be such a waste to kill me.

" Now, no matter how he humiliated me, I only felt excited. Actually, I was always happy when people called me a sissy or a dead transvestite.

"I'll fuck you to death, you slut!" He pressed my head down and began thrusting rapidly into my throat. The feeling of suffocation and nausea overwhelmed me. The thick penis caused me immense pain, tears streaming down my face, my eyes rolling back.

He gripped my two thin wrists tightly with one large hand, my wrists also aching terribly.

The pain made me writhe on the bed, my legs twisting erratically, almost fainting.

He was unusually excited, seemingly determined to deep-throat me until I passed out.

I struggled to breathe during his thrusts. After about ten minutes, I was already delirious, my eyes burning with saliva. He gradually intensified his thrusts, his groin slamming against my nose with each stroke.

My face was covered in a salty liquid, my eyes and cheeks were red, and my wrists felt almost broken. At that moment, I felt like a toilet, that no man cared about me, only wanting to destroy my body and soul for his own lust.

In this state of oxygen deprivation, delirium, and despair, a sudden surge of excitement welled up inside me. My penis finally became erect, and a thick, viscous, fishy-smelling semen gushed out. Some of it went down my throat and into my body, while some flowed out through my trachea and into my nasal cavity. Imagining this scene excited me immensely; I squeezed my penis between my legs and rubbed it back and forth.

He finally pulled out his penis. "So slutty! Ladyboys are so much more fun to play with than women, so cheap and submissive!" At that moment, my wig fell off, and he grabbed my mushroom hair and lifted my mouth and face, which he had fucked raw, close to admire them. Now, my carefully made-up face was ruined, my jaw was almost dislocated, my tongue was stuck at the corner of my mouth, my face was covered in saliva, and semen was still overflowing from my nostrils. My eyes were bloodshot and watery, and I could barely see his face.

He picked me up and shook me around like a toy. "Are you still laughing? Are you enjoying it, you bitch?" Slap, slap, he slapped me a few times, and the burning pain made me even more excited.

"I'm so happy, Master. Please shoot inside my cunt and make me orgasm," I begged him to make me orgasm. "Then clean me up first," he said, pressing my face against his penis again. I rubbed my eyes and saw that his penis had only softened slightly and he hadn't ejaculated. I started to suck and lick carefully from his inner thighs to his testicles and pubic hair, greedily swallowing all the saliva and semen. This filthy stuff was bitter, sour, and smelly, but I was desperately craving love.

"Master, I want your holy water," I said. I had lost my humanity and only wanted this man to enjoy and trample on me to the fullest extent. "Damn, you're so cheap, a new generation of cuckold, getting fucked by others with your wife. I'll find more people to fuck you two together, and raise your wife's children to be bitches too."

"Okay, I'll do whatever Master says. I want to drink it, please, Master, give this slut holy water."

"Open your mouth and catch it," he said after a moment's hesitation. A stream of yellowish urine sprayed onto my face. I quickly opened my mouth wide to catch it, not wanting to miss a drop. But a real man's urine is plentiful and gushing; I couldn't swallow it all in time. So I leaned forward and took his penis into my mouth, gulping it down. Even so, some urine still seeped from my mouth and nostrils.

"Ah, that feels good. Lie down and get ready for the injection," he said. I sat on the bed like a duck, licking the urine off my hands, then looked at my master with grateful eyes. Hearing his command, I immediately lay down, legs spread.

To make it easier for him to enter, I forgot about lubricant and just used my fingers to lubricate my anus. I quickly inserted two fingers, and the sudden pain from my anus sent a chill down my spine.

He pried my hands apart, spat a few mouthfuls of saliva into my vagina, and then inserted his thick fingers. My penis immediately became erect, and he began to stroke it with his rough hands.

I thought that by directly telling him that I would instantly lose desire and regain my rationality after ejaculation, and that if he continued to play with and ravage me at that moment, I would violently resist, which would be a huge blow to my spirit and personality.

Sure enough, I, being impotent, ejaculated after a few strokes by my master, my desire instantly cooling down with the convulsions of my body.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~" I moaned softly as I ejaculated, swallowing the liquid in my mouth.

After ejaculating, I regained my senses, and the pain from his ravaging of my body instantly became clear, feeling like my whole body was about to fall apart. I tried to get up and resist, to say something, but I had no strength to move.

"Now you regret not being a proper man, huh? Are you only feeling distressed now that I slept with your wife? Worried about how you'll face people after this?" he began to tease. "Now is the perfect time to fuck you." With that, he thrust in forcefully, and a tearing pain instantly shot through my lower body.

I turned my head to the side, biting my fingers, enduring this humiliation.

"Now you're acting and reacting like a normal girl. Transvestites are really interesting." He pushed my hands away, pressed them against the headboard, and began thrusting. My anus gradually widened, and his speed increased.

Then he moved closer to my face, licking and kissing me. This sudden tenderness warmed my heart and created a strange dependence on him—a feeling I'd only experienced during my high school days when I was enslaved by my gym teacher.

As my desire slowly returned, I began to respond to his kisses, my legs gradually wrapping around his waist to meet his thrusts. We gradually felt like lovers making love, not a master abusing his slave.

A surge of happiness and excitement washed over me. I clung to his neck, unwilling to let go. He lifted his head, lifted my slender legs, and brought them together. He passionately sucked my toes and licked my legs.

I moaned and cried out like a happy little woman, my legs twitching and trembling.

Finally, he pressed my legs to either side of my head and began his final thrusts. My G-spot was repeatedly struck by his thrusts, and I finally couldn't hold back my climax, ejaculating four or five times. This time, the desire didn't subside; I almost fell in love with the man before me. I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck, passionately kissing him. At that moment, I achieved the bliss of womanhood.

I responded to him by changing positions a few more times, ejaculating several more times. After my body was completely limp, he finally ejaculated. My anus was filled with a sense of conquest and bliss. He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I was too weak to stand, so I sat on the floor. He washed me while chatting with me.

"Actually, my biggest wish is to still be a man, but to be able to dress freely, to walk down the street in beautiful, sexy clothes and enjoy the lustful gazes of men. This desire has been suppressed for too long, and I was led astray by my PE teacher in high school, which warped my mindset and turned me into a sex slave."

"Don't worry too much about it. Being a sex slave isn't a loss of human rights; it's just a way to release sexual tension. I probably won't be playing with you much anymore. I mainly enjoy playing with women; I haven't had enough of your wife yet.

You're truly despicable by nature, don't deny it. People like you are destined to be bullied your whole lives. You should focus on pleasing others to live a good life.

" His words were like knives to the heart. In the shower, I silently shed tears, forced to accept my own weak nature.

"Try to see your wife less often in the future. Find some men yourself. I'll have some fun first, and I'll let you know when I'm done."

He slammed the door and left, leaving me slumped in the bathroom. It took me a long time to struggle out and change my clothes.

When I arrived, I was wearing hot pants and a white t-shirt, uniform shoes, and white mid-calf socks—a very effeminate outfit. As I walked, I leaned against the wall, my thin legs trembling as I moved, my crotch tucked between my legs, my buttocks swaying back and forth. Just before I got into a taxi, various passersby stared at me with stunned eyes; I wanted to disappear into the ground.

Back in my apartment complex, late at night, there weren't many people on the streets, except for the familiar night security guard. I often dressed like a woman, sometimes even in women's clothing, to go home late at night, but this time, looking like I'd been thoroughly ravaged, was a first for him.

This middle-aged man couldn't stay silent any longer; usually, he would just watch me enter the elevator with a lewd look.

"My new boyfriend, huh? Such intense sex.

" I kept my head down, continuing to move slowly, not wanting to respond. He persisted, as if breaking through the awkwardness in my heart, thinking, "He's a slut anyway, what's wrong with a few dirty words?"

"Oh, you young people are so open these days, dressing so shamelessly. You're a man, why do you want to be a ladyboy in Thailand?

" "Do you live in xx? Let me help you up. Your skinny legs look like they've been fucked weak. It's not appropriate for you to have such a beautiful girlfriend."

I really wanted to retort, but I was afraid of gossip later. I'd be living here for a long time, so my weak personality prevailed. I responded obsequiously,

"Thank you, Brother X. I can get back by myself. I only dare to dress so casually at night. I'm very proper during the day. Please don't mind."

Sigh, I regretted saying that as soon as I finished speaking. I know that weakness only makes others want to bully me more.

Sure enough, when I updated today, another security guard added me on WeChat with the note "Slut, add me." It seems the middle-aged security guard had spread my story among his colleagues. I don't know if I'm obsessed or what, but I accepted the request... [September 13th Update] After being violated by the middle-aged man last Friday, I was terrified, worried that my normal life would fall apart. After all, my girlfriend knows my social circle, and once she finds out that I not only cross-dress but also have sex with men, it's only a matter of time before my secret is known to everyone around me. The

middle-aged man seemed to realize this as well, and offered to keep it a secret for me. He also didn't want his girlfriend to break up with him, because then she would pester him, and he would lose the pleasure of abusing another man's wife.

So, the three of us entered into a strange tacit understanding. I barely contacted my girlfriend that week, while the middle-aged man would occasionally update me on WeChat about his lewd stories with her. I gradually learned how strong her sex drive was, and how her awkwardness with me was truly because I was too effeminate and lacked masculinity, failing to arouse her desire.

During this time, my girlfriend started giving him deep throat, oral sex, and facials, even going from being tricked into having sex inside him to accepting unprotected sex and anal sex (my girlfriend has three-white eyes, making her look very innocent and cute, very tempting to push down. She's

usually a bit clumsy and stubborn; he said these kinds of girls are often easy to fool, and when drunk, they let down their guard and become extremely lewd). My

girlfriend didn't contact me much this week, and to be honest, I was still a little resentful.

She often complained that I didn't chat enough, and she never initiated hanging up the phone at night. Now that she had sexual satisfaction, it was so easy for her to abandon me. Yet, in the few times we chatted, she still called me "baby," showing no intention of breaking up.

Thinking this, I became even less concerned about anything and started frantically flirting with men who were interested in me.

Because I always play a very subservient and submissive role in my relationships with men, most of the men I date take advantage of me. They often disregard my feelings and daily life. Of course, while I get a sadomasochistic pleasure from doing whatever I want to them, their frequent demands for sex at inconvenient times are incredibly annoying.

Some men even go so far as to wait outside my house or pick me up from work. I've stopped dating all of these men.

Currently in Shenzhen, I only have one long-term relationship with a man, but he's too refined and gentle, failing to meet my expectations of a strong, independent man. So, I've been searching for a suitable casual sex partner.

Last week, after adding the security guard on my WeChat, we naturally started flirting.

To maintain a certain distance, I try to be restrained in our conversations, not revealing my slutty, submissive nature.

The security guard seemed worried about losing his job, so he was quite restrained during our conversation. I ran into him when I went downstairs to pick up my takeout on Saturday night (I didn't actually know who he was, but the way he stared at me told me it was him). Normally, when I pick up takeout, I dress very femininely. Actually, I quite enjoy the strange looks from my neighbors and the thrill of being mistaken for a sissy. At the time, I was wearing light-colored denim shorts that barely covered my crotch, women's flip-flops, and my leg hair had just been trimmed

. My long, white legs shimmered slightly in the moonlight, and I wore a loose, thin white t-shirt. After getting my takeout, I was about to go upstairs when the guy sent me a WeChat message: "Want to chat for a bit on the second basement level?"

The second basement level was the security guards' dormitory. I immediately understood his intention, feeling both flustered and expectant—worried about running into a neighbor, yet also hoping to be pushed around.

"Okay~" I agreed, and ran into the security dormitory area, anxiously waiting for him to come down at the entrance, afraid of being discovered by a neighbor or other security guards.

After a while, the young man came over unhurriedly, glanced at me, and opened the door. I silently went inside.

The security guard's dormitory had a damp and chilly smell, but it was very clean. However, when the young man sat down next to me, the stench of his sweat made me a little uncomfortable. I held my breath for a moment, then couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. The pungent smell of sweat made me dizzy, and surprisingly, I felt a slight excitement.

"Your legs are so feminine, white, chubby, and without any muscle definition. Your feet are also very small." "Mmm~ Thank you, brother," I sat up straight next to him, placing my hands between my legs, deliberately tucking in my stomach, puffing out my chest, and sticking out my butt.

After he said that, the air fell silent, and I, being passive, didn't want to speak first.

"I heard you came back last time and your legs were so weak from being fucked, swaying so gracefully," he made a lewd joke, placing his large, dark hand on my thigh and starting to caress my inner thigh.

"Even without makeup, your male characteristics are still very obvious, but your lower body is really too beautiful, beautiful legs, you would definitely look good in stockings." The hot hand touching my inner thigh made me almost unable to control myself. I tried to keep my lower body from reacting, but my buttocks were already soaked. I clutched my white t-shirt, bit my lip, and twisted my body.

"So shy, huh? You're obviously a slut, your lips are so pink, you must be wearing lipstick, you even dressed up to get takeout." Actually, I did put on some effort, I wore eyeliner, used nude BB cream, and applied pink lipstick, because I had a vague feeling that I would run into him downstairs.

The guy gradually moved his hands and lips, and I didn't think this was subservient, so I slowly took the initiative, kissing him and helping him unzip his pants.

"I think you're very manly, I kind of like you." To be honest, the guy was good-looking, apart from being very dark-skinned and slightly chubby, he was not an ugly man.

Having said that, the guy naturally became more relaxed, grabbing my legs and starting to suck and lick them, quickly leaving many hickeys. He didn't even spare my feet, licking them all over.

He seemed unsure of what to do next, so I offered to give him oral sex.

"Brother, let me suck your pussy," he said. "Okay, Biying, suck it a little more seductively." I crawled on the ground and skillfully began to suck, the guy closing his eyes in pleasure, grabbing my head and thrusting rapidly.

I thought to myself, I'm still being used as a toy.

Next, the guy naturally ejaculated into my mouth. His semen volume was very large, and I involuntarily spat it out, but carefully caught it with my hand.

Looking at the thick stream of semen in front of me, I really couldn't bear to throw it away. I wanted to chew it in my mouth for a while, smear it on my face, carefully collect it back in my mouth, and then swallow it after a few rolls in my throat! The guy seemed to have watched countless pornographic films, and naturally ordered me to swallow it.

"Thank you, brother," I couldn't help but become that obedient little bitch, contentedly sucking the guy's semen into my mouth.

"Wait, don't swallow it, you slut, here's a semen-topped rice bowl for you." The guy knew how to play! I was thrilled, took the takeout, and poured the semen into the food. He put the food container next to his feet, gesturing for me to kneel down and lick it.

I ate half of it, and he pulled me up, his penis hard again. He cupped my face and licked one side, then casually pulled down my pants.

"I don't have a condom, otherwise I'd like to try the feeling of my asshole," he said, while starting to stimulate my cunt with his hand. Actually, my anus hadn't fully recovered after last night.

"It's okay, brother, you can just come in and use your saliva for lubrication." Driven by lust, I was completely irrational; I knew it would be incredibly painful without lubrication.

"I can't let you go without a condom, you're so used to being fucked like this. Go upstairs and get condoms, stockings, and heels—thin, tearable stockings." By this time, I was burning with desire. I got up, kissed the guy, and ran out. Luckily, I didn't run into anyone upstairs.

Back home, I quickly found a pair of white stockings and pink heels, grabbed the condoms, and rushed downstairs. I hadn't expected to put them in a bag, and then I ran into a beautiful girl in the elevator.

I was incredibly ashamed. I really didn't want to encounter a beautiful woman in this situation, because I still had a desire for women. This situation halved my desire, leaving me with incredibly mixed feelings.

Back at the security guard's dormitory, the guy offered to put the stockings and heels on for me, and I helped him put on the condoms.

Next, the guy started fucking me from the front, tearing my pantyhose, grabbing my white-stockinged legs and licking my feet. But I wasn't interested. The beautiful woman I'd met by chance was making my manly heart restless. My ass was being slapped loudly by the man, my hair was being grabbed, and my thin legs were being pressed down. I felt like I could only despair.

Beautiful women wouldn't like a sissy like me, beautiful women wouldn't like a skinny, makeup-wearing slutty man, and they certainly wouldn't like a man being played with like a bitch by other men.

Seeing my indifferent reaction, the security guard grabbed my waist with both hands and started thrusting hard. This change in angle instantly interrupted my thoughts with the soreness in my G-spot. The storm of ravaging last night had made my G-spot sore, and when the guy thrust into me like that, I screamed instantly.

"Slut, is it good? Slut, fuck you, these legs are so sexy, you slutty transvestite." He freed one hand and roughly pressed and kneaded my not-yet-fully-erect penis.

"Want to go to Thailand? First time with a man, damn it." I knew this guy was familiar with the cross-dressing subculture, otherwise he wouldn't have so easily agreed to have sex with me. He'd even dated cross-dressers before, because many low-income migrant workers have a hard time finding suitable partners, and many of the cross-dressers are just drifters.

The guy rambled on incoherently, but I was sore from his penetration that I didn't pay attention to what he was saying. That feeling of pain, like needing to pee but not being able to, drove me crazy. I grabbed the sheets and bit them, making moaning and groaning noises.

The security guard was very strong, like a middle-aged man, squeezing my legs and waist until they were swollen. Seeing me struggle like a woman only fueled his enthusiasm, continuing his high-frequency thrusting.

Finally, the urge to pee came, and a white, clear liquid slowly flowed from my penis. I finally felt relieved and entered a comfortable state, moaning wildly.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~" "Brother, you're so amazing, this slut is getting wet!" The guy was excited, he put my legs together, grabbed my legs and started thrusting, the speed was like riding in a car on a very bumpy road, my insteps were straight, my hands were swinging back and forth.

I have to say, the stamina of young people is still very enviable, much faster than middle-aged men.

I thought he would ejaculate quickly, but after thrusting like this for a while, he lifted me up and made me grab the ladder of the bunk bed to start a push-cart position.

The height difference, plus the fact that he liked to lift my waist when he fucked me, meant that I was on my toes, I gripped the bed tightly to keep my balance, the huge force made my wrists twist, and my insteps were also straightened too much, causing my toes to cramp, my thin legs couldn't find support, and they twitched with every impact, it felt like learning to swim, with no chance to catch my breath.

"Brother, have mercy! Ahhhhhh!" "Have mercy!" It was hard to utter a complete sentence. I gave up struggling, gave up on my body. The pain and pleasure made me ejaculate continuously. I had a panicked feeling of being drained dry. My vision went white, and my brain was dizzy, like I was drunk.

The security guard was still slapping my buttocks hard, rubbing and pinching them vigorously. My eyes rolled back, saliva kept coming out of my mouth, but there was no more fluid coming out of my penis. I was

about to black out. It was the first time I had experienced such intense sex for two consecutive days. My G-spot must have been injured, just like the bruises on my body.

I don't know how long I endured it, but the security guard finally finished before I blacked out. He let go of my hands, and I instantly knelt on the ground, my hands still tightly gripping the bed. After a while, I slowly let go, my eyes rolled back, and I lay down, right on his smelly shoes.

The explosive stench made me vomit instantly. I was in a state of drunken stupor.

After a while, I came to my senses. The security guard had already cleaned me up and helped me to the bedside.

"Want some semen?" The guy waved a condom full of semen in front of my face. I couldn't speak, but I silently stuck out my tongue. He squeezed the semen onto my face, and it flowed down my cheeks into my mouth.

"You'd better hurry up and leave, I'm about to change shifts." I was just regaining consciousness when I realized my lower back was incredibly sore, and I could barely stand.

I grabbed my high heels, put on my torn white stockings, slipped on my hot pants, and stumbled out.

My eyes were filled with tears, and I couldn't see who I was with. When I got to the elevator, there were already three or four people inside. I ignored them and went in, plopping down in the corner. This experience really made me want to drink too much, my body out of control.

Gradually, I came to my senses and realized the elevator had already gone up and down several times. I quickly pressed my floor button, thinking to myself, I need to move as soon as possible. Countless people have already seen me in this ravaged state.

I've been looking for an apartment these past few days. As I write this, I haven't been evicted by my landlord yet. A lot has happened this week. A middle-aged man invited my girlfriend and me to dinner, and some things happened during that time.

A security guard came to my apartment three times for sex and to stay overnight; I've practically become his submissive. He even suggested we rent a place together.

After thinking it over, I've decided to move to a different area, away from the security guard and my girlfriend, and also to control my desires. From now on, I'll just post articles here, watch some porn, and use cross-dressing and sex toys to satisfy myself.

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