She pushed him down on the bed and laughed low in her throat when she saw how hard his little clitty was already. "Look at you, all dressed up like a pretty girl and leaking for me," she said, yanking his pink panties to the side. His shaved cock twitched, trapped in the lacy fabric, and she gave it a quick slap that made him whimper. "That's right, sissy. Tonight you're my fucktoy."
She straddled his face first, grinding her wet pussy against his painted lips. "Lick," she ordered, and he obeyed like the desperate slut he was, tongue sliding up and down her slit while she rode him. His moans vibrated against her clit and she grabbed his hair, smearing her juices all over his face. "Deeper, bitch. Get that tongue in my cunt." He did, fucking her with it until her thighs shook and she came hard, flooding his mouth.
When she climbed off, she flipped him onto his stomach and pulled the panties down just enough to expose his smooth ass. She spit on his hole and worked two fingers inside without warning. He gasped and pushed back, hungry for it. "You love this, don't you? Getting your sissy pussy fingered like a cheap whore." She added a third finger, stretching him open while her other hand reached under to stroke his throbbing cock. "Don't you dare come yet. This dick belongs to me."
She pulled her fingers out, slick with spit and lube she'd grabbed from the nightstand, and pressed the head of her thick strap-on against his hole. "Beg for it," she growled. He begged, voice high and broken, "Please fuck my sissy cunt, please ruin me." She shoved in deep in one thrust, bottoming out while he cried out and clawed at the sheets. She fucked him hard and steady, hips snapping, the harness slapping against his ass with every stroke. His cock bounced uselessly beneath him, dripping onto the bed.
She reached around and jerked him off in time with her thrusts, thumb rubbing over the head. "Such a filthy little girl," she hissed in his ear. "Taking every inch like you were born for it." He came first, shooting across the sheets with a broken moan, but she didn't stop. She kept pounding him through the oversensitivity until he was sobbing and begging for mercy. Only then did she pull out, flip him over, and straddle his face again so he could clean her strap with his tongue.
Later she let him fuck her for real, but only after she made him put on fresh panties and fuck her through the lace. His cock pushed the fabric against her clit with every thrust and she came twice before he filled the panties with his load. She made him lick them clean afterward, then ride her strap again until he was empty and shaking.
By the time they were done he was wrecked, makeup smeared, panties ruined, ass gaping and sore. She pulled him against her chest and stroked his hair. "Good girl," she whispered. "My perfect little sissy." He sighed and nuzzled closer, already half-hard again.
