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takingyourwifesisterdaughtermom:

Your neighbour put his pants back on and patted your head on his way out..

“Thanks for letting me use your daughter cuck.. She has a tight little cunt just like your wife!”

It was your fault. All your fault.

“What, are you hoping to get on Teen Mom?” you had snidely remarked to your sweet daughter when she proudly showed off the new bellybutton piercing. Her shirt was lifted up to display the dangling black gem on her smooth stomach. Her impressive breasts peaked dangerously below the uplifted fabric. She’d just gotten the piercing at the mall with your wife. You instantly regretted your words but it was too late to take it back. Her glowing face fell into dismay and then lit up with rage

“Fuck you! Fuck you, Dad! Mom says men like like a little jewelry in cute, unexpected places. I thought you’d like it. But instead you act like this. I guess she’s right. I defended you, you know?! God, I really did. But no, I guess she’s right; you’re not a real man!”

“I didn’t mean- It came out wrong, I just-” you fumbled out.

It wasn’t about her. You were so stressed since her mom got angry at you and had been giving you the cold shoulder for months since. 

“That’s not even an apology! You really are a fucking sissy! Mommy told me.”

Things had looked up when your wife started making lunch dates with you. Reconciliation seemed possible, inevitable even. …That was before this asshole at your work – Davide – started flirting blatantly with her whenever she came by. Before she started flirting back…With this jerk, the one who had beat you out for the promotion. The one who your wife had complained about for months after he came onto her at a staff holiday party and groped her ass. Yet now she couldn’t get enough of this sexist womanizer and his domineering attitude. 

“I’m sorry! Shit. Your words hurt, too, you know?” you responded, tearing up a little. You couldn’t believe your wife had said these things to her daughter.

“Oh, poor baby. Baby’s little fee-fees are hurt are they? God. You’re such a crybaby. Of course a wimp like you would slut-shame your daughter. You have no power anymore so you lash out. Mom told me she stopped fucking you months ago, Daddy.”

Their flirtations had started eating into more and more of your lunch ‘dates’. Eventually you didn’t have time to go out so she brought in lunches. He’d asked where his was and she offered him half her sandwich and half of yours. ‘A big strong man like you needs more,’ she’d cooed. From then on she brought three lunches. One day she brought a meal she knew you were allergic to. ‘I know, Sweetie, but it’s his favorite and I never get to have it either. You can go out, right?’

“She told you that?” You were really tearing up now.

“Yeah, you pathetic baby! Maybe I am a slut but at least I can get some.”

You’d gone out for lunch, a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. When you came back you found them still in the break-room. She had her legs draped over his lap and was spooning the last bits of the meal into his mouth. She popped the same spoon into her mouth, savoring the dregs and saliva he’d left behind and emitting a satisfied little moan.

“I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! I’m just stressed because of Mom. You’re not a slut, Sweetie.”

“Too little, too late, you worm! I’m proud to be a slut! I want to be one. Just like Mommy!”

‘Davide’s invited us to his place for drinks  and games. Isn’t that nice, my darling husband?’ You could hear cruel irony in the way she said ‘darling husband’ but what could you do? The party was a small gathering of adult friends, both from work and outside. You all got drunk. Somehow they all seemed to be funneling the most drinks into you, though. And you could swear Davide’s manager, your ‘big boss’, purposefully held you up when Davide asked your wife to help him with something in the kitchen. You were almost too drunk to tell, but you were pretty sure the kitchen wasn’t upstairs…

You woke with a start, still in your rival’s living room, early morning sun streaming through blinds. Your wife was nowhere to be seen. Heard, though, definitely. You’d recognize those cries of ecstasy from anywhere. She used to make them with you. Used to. Half an hour later she emerged from upstairs, dressed only in the classic over-sized men’s button up shirt. It wasn’t yours.

‘Davide and I decided it was best to let you sleep it off, darling hubby. There wasn’t much more room on the couch so he let me sleep in his bed. Such a nice man. I don’t know why I used to complain about him so much. Guess I was just being a cranky bitch from lack of sex, y’know? Hehehe. Of course you know. Now make us all some breakfast will you? The kitchen’s right down the hall.’ Order issued, she she re-ascended the stairs. Soon you heard more loud thumping and cries, while you prepared coffee and eggs for three.

“Mommy told me she’s been cheating on you! What did she call it? Cuck-colding? I felt so bad for you. I yelled at her. It’s not right, I screamed. He’s a good man. Daddy’s even kinda hot, I said. She just laughed. I was furious, you know? If she wouldn’t show you affection, I would, I thought. What a silly bitch I was. I’ll have to apologize. Now I can see what she sees in you. I tried to show my body off to you. I offered up a peak of what I wanted to give you. And what do I get? Ridiculed by a pathetic, insecure cuck-cold.”

“Baby. No. I’m sorry. But you can’t talk like that. I mean, I’m flattered. It’s been so long since anyone wanted me. Especially someone so young and beautiful. Um. But no, it’s wrong.”

“God, you disgusting wimp! You’re not worthy of this. That’s why it’s wrong. You deserve nothing but humiliation. I need a real man to begin my slut journey with.”

“Darling, no, don’t say that. Your Mom is just angry and she’s…experimenting. We’ll work through it one way or another. But don’t think you need to offer up your body because of what happened. You’re a good girl.”

“Hehehehe. Good girls honor and obey their fathers. And I would have, believe me. I’m a very, very good girl. But you’re a worthless Daddy. This good girl needs to find a real Daddy to honor and obey. Mmmm. I’m going to take what you could have had and make you suffer with it. I’m going to walk around in the sluttiest outfits and never let you touch me, you maggot. I’m going to setup shop right here in your house and march a line of men between my legs. And you’ll be too pathetic to stop me, won’t you, Daddy? Mmmm, god, it’s delicious.”

You were too overwhelmed. You realized she was totally right. You were a spineless cuckold. You hung your head.

“You won’t dare tell Mommy, either, will you? No, you’re too ashamed. I think I want to keep my slut mission from her for a bit. I want to follow in her footsteps and then some. I want to become a better whore than she ever could be. Hmmm…yes! I have a wonderful idea. You know Davide moved to a condo just a few blocks away? Mom confided to me that he wanted to be closer so he could have her pussy whenever he wanted.”

“No…” 

“Oh yes, Daddy. And if he likes that old thing…well, just think what our new neighbor will think of a factory fresh model? And maybe I’ll let him raw me, too. I am bound for Teen Mom, after all, isn’t that right?”

“No, please!”

“Yes! Hehehe, yes! Text him. Tell him Mommy wants to see him. Tell him she’s tired of these games and asked you to have him come over for a booty call. So humiliating! He’ll love it.”

You start crying. But for some reason you find yourself pulling out your phone and complying.

“Good boy. I think we just found a new Daddy for me.”

He’d pushed you around since you were little kids, calling you a sissy, a faggot. He pulled your long hair and shoved you in grade school. Over the years he upgraded to holding you down and pinching your nose so you had to open your mouth to breathe. Then he’d spit in it and make you swallow; later, piss. 

It’s little wonder when puberty hit that your hormone filled mind turned to thoughts of the only intimate encounters you’d ever known. You felt so ashamed that for a few years you learned to dress less feminine and found that he left you alone, mostly. But you missed him. You grew your hair back out, wore tighter jeans, brighter colors. That got his attention again. By senior year not a day went by that he didn’t find some opportunity to shove you, trip you, slap your ass and laugh. You missed his fluids, though…

You went away for college, earning a BFA in poetry. You tried to date girls, boys , but no one could give you the treatment you craved. Everyone was confused when you moved back home after graduating magna cum laude and took a job at the construction company where your old bully was now a foreman. He took endless pleasure in belittling and messing with you. Begging him to stop got him real riled up, so when you did so around Easter and he made some joke about dressing like a bunny and kissing his god-damned dick, you fucking pussy, you jumped at it.

He shared the pics with his friends and word got out. Your progressive family was so eager to prove that they were down with it that your mom booked you some appointments without asking. Shame and fascination drove you on and before you knew it you were taking hormones and electrolysis without much thought beyond  that it would probably drive your bully wild. 

It did. He told you if you were going to dress like a sissy full time you should act like one. He got you a job as secretary for the construction company. Mostly you were his personal assistant, tasked with looking cute and fulfilling his every command… 

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Crossdressing Caption – Persuasion

Of course when you got there you saw your frat brothers out on the lawn horsing around. Men sporting sundresses with chest hair sprouting where cleavage should have been. Big beards over slips, their junk tenting the smooth fabric and obviously not tucked thoroughly as you had. And certainly no one else had shaven their legs. They were parodies. No one came close to passing. Even though they’d all assured you there would be prizes for the most convincing getup. 

Freaking out, you asked your girlfriend to pull away immediately before anyone saw you. She just took the keys, got out and started striding away, greeting your roommate loudly. Shit! 

“Who’s your hot new frien-” your roomie started in, “Oh my god! Sam!?!? You’re smokin’! I can’t believe this worked- I mean, that your outfit is so good. The seniors need to see this!”

You were quickly ushered into the house – past many roving eyes, wolf whistles, and ass slaps – to the house elders. After much laughter and being made to twirl and bend over you were summarily declared the winner for the title “Queen Sissy”. Yay? Wait, the prize was to be the Party Hostess? You’d have to take everyone’s orders, drink and…otherwise. If everyone wasn’t pleased by the night’s end, you’d have to dress like this for a month!?

You looked to your girlfriend in panic. She just smirked and said in a sultry voice not to worry, that she’d teach you exactly how to please all the men. This was met with raucous approval.

“heh…heh…umm,” you giggled, paralyzed with shock. Your two ‘best friends’ were kissing down your gf’s ears to her throat and groping her thighs and chest. What the fuck!? How had this happened and why was your girl allowing it?

“Wait, wait! Take out your phone and get a picture. It’ll be great blackmail.” Blackmail to who? you wondered. But you complied, your cheeks reddening. “Oh wait, wait, even better. This’ll really get them.”

That’s when she pulled down her shirt. They started suckling immediately. She squealed with glee. “Get a picture, get a picture! They’ll be so embarrassed.”

“heh…yeah, embarassed.” What the hell was happening!? Why couldn’t you stop? Why were you so shamefully aroused?

“Eee! Hahaha. They won’t even remember, the black-out drunks. Don’t you think?”

They were practically zombies. Horny zombies. No way they’d remember. They never did like this. You shook your head. “no-” your voice cracked, “…no way, they’re gone.”

“Mwahaha!” your girl giggled with glee. “Such a nasty habit. I don’t like it when boys forget me. Let’s teach them a lesson.”

That’s when she pulled their cocks out. She began pumping each as they moaned and kept licking her. You were enthralled.

“Keep taking pictures!” she demanded. “I’ll have them cum on each other and tell them they hooked up. But I want to remember what really happened. Heeheehee!”

They were taking awhile. “I’m bored,” she whined, “another nasty side effect of too much drink. Guess I’ll have to give them more than a hand, heehee.” She leaned down and took one into her mouth, sucking eagerly. Moments later, she pulled off and switched, never letting up on her pumping of one as she sucked the other. Their drunken fog was no match for her oral skills, a honed ability you knew all too well. Your friends stopped suckling, too blissed out to continue.

They came then nearly as one. All over her exposed tits…?!?!

“Oopsies! Guess these naughty boys taught me a lesson in the end. Got me drunk on their virile manhood. tsk tsk. Have to give it to the drunks, I guess…Still I’m mad they’ll forget me. Isn’t that wrong of them?”

You nodded, your mind delirious with shame and desire. You’d idly rubbed your crotch the whole time while taking snapshots. 

“Hmmm, need something memorable. Hmmm…” she idly played with their spent cocks while muttering. Soon they were back at attention. “Oh my my, such manhood! No wonder they got the better of me. I didn’t know men could do this. How come you never told me, sweet boy? Didn’t want me to know what real men could do?” She gave you a disapproving frown. “Naughty, naughty. I think you all need a lesson. Come over here and lick up their cum from my tits while I think.”

You complied automatically, in a daze. “Hehehe, that’s a good boy. My sweet little cuckold boy. Gentle little boy who can’t stand up to men taking advantage of his girl at a party. Even when they’re too drunk to fight. He doesn’t even consider it. Such a perfect beta cuckold. Mmmm, good licking. Swallow it all, beta. Do you even know what a cuckold is? It’s you, silly. One who needs other men, real men, to satisfy his woman.” You just groaned, nearly cumming in your pants. 

She stroked your newfound betters idly as she instructed you. “Now that you know what you are, you’ll have to submit to Alpha men. Even fools like these. I mean, look at these cocks. So stiff and ready. So superior to yours. Mmm, good job cleaning me. That’s probably all you’ll get from now on. Men will fuck me. Men will make me cum with their dicks, since yours never could. Your mouth will get very talented though. It will serve Alpha men and me.” She put her hand under your chin and looked in your eyes. “You’ll like it,” she said flatly. The statement thrummed through you and rung of truth. You shivered.

“Hmm, but how to punish you all. How to teach you your new place and punish them for a lack of remembrance…hmm…of course!”

She jumped up and slid down her panties beneath her skirt. Stepping out of them she snapped at you, “Film us!”

You complied. She mounted one, facing the other, and slowly lowered herself onto his impressive cock. “Don’t miss a minute of your castration, cuck boy! That dick of yours is as good as useless now. Watch an Alpha take me and your manhood from you, one thrust at a time. Mmmm. But we mustn’t show favoritism.” With that she leaned forward and took your other friend’s cock in her mouth.

Careful to keep him from cumming in her mouth, she let the ‘friend’ impaling her explode deep inside. “You got that? Good. Maybe he impregnated me? I’ll be ovulating in two days. I’m ripe. Fertile. Ohh, but what about this poor cock? Don’t worry, it’ll get a chance to impregnate me next.” She popped off one cock and held in the cum with her hand before plopping with a squelch on the other. “Ooooh, that’s nasty. Can’t waste a precious drop, though. They’ll have to fret over who the father is for nine months. Heeheeeheee! Of course you’ll raise it. That’s also what cuckold losers are for. Raising real men’s leavings. Mmmm, fuck yes!”

She fucked ‘friend’ two til he came, all the while taunting you and playing with the spent cock of ‘friend’ one. “There we go, equal chances” she said, easing off cock two. “Ohhh, but looks like we have a spunky one here. Look who has risen yet again? I guess it’s only fair in a battle of virility.” And back she went onto cock one until he came. Then of course onto cock two. 

“Fuck! Real men are incredible. Just think what they must be like when not drunk out of their senses. I’m so fucking angry you kept me from this for years, cucky boy. Maybe I’ll tell them they can fuck me again only if they beat you up first. Mmmm, I’m sure they’d go for it. They bully you so already. You’d never stand a chance. Probably wouldn’t even fight back…mmmm…can’t decide if I want to see you try or not…just want to see you…ahh!…bruised and whimpering…ah!”

Cock two came deep in her and by then they really were spent. “Okay, cuck, stop recording and get over here. I need you to lie down like a foot stool so I can keep my lower half elevated to increase the chance of impregnation. Good bitch, good bitch…”