Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2009 18:44:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: AltErik <darkprince67@yahoo.com>
Subject: TG Story: The Voice

The Voice
By AltErik (aka DarkPrince67)
darkprince67@yahoo.com

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Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site,
you must have an idea what you're getting into by now. ;-)

This story contains explicit sexual and Dominant/Submissive themes, so if
this is a problem . . . wave off!

This story is fictional. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to send your
thoughts, dirty as they no doubt are. It's always good to get feedback!
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I have a secret. I sometimes look at naughty pictures and stories
online. Ok, I do it a lot. After a while of trying to hide this side of
myself from others on my computer I decided to just create a new profile
just for this activity. This way I'm not worried about an embarrassing
website, like cum2eat.com or DickgirlBride.com, popping up when my
girlfriend goes to look something up. In general it's worked well. It
isolates my purvy side from others and I'm not so easily distracted.  Well,
that's usually the way it works.

When I got up the other day, I had every intention of getting some work
done on several projects that I'd neglected. I popped on the computer to
check my regular email while I ate breakfast. When I finished I was about
to get up when a little voice in my head stopped me.

"Did you get any mail in your 'other' account? Wouldn't hurt to check. Then
you can get on with your day."

I was curious if that guy who liked my stories emailed me back. I guess a
quick look wouldn't hurt. So I just logged into my naughty profile for a
quick check. The other profile loaded and my breath caught. I had left the
browser open when I was last on. The web page was tiled with pictures,
mostly of women's faces. Faces with cum dripping off them. Faces with
obscenely large cocks buried in their mouths. A chill ran up my spine, and
in my panties . . . my cock twitched.

Wait a minute. I just wanted to check mail! I shook off the feeling and
pulled up the page with my mail account and noted a few new ones. There was
the response I was looking for. I opened it and started reading. It was a
fairly long email. He told me his fem name was Rebecca and that he too had
fantasies of sucking cock. Of being forced to service a well hung man. He
said he wished we could do it together, dressed as cheerleaders . . . on
our knees . . . with some college stud feeding us his huge cock.

"You'd love that!" The voice whispered in my head. "You'd make a great
cheerleader-slut and the skirt would show off your cute ass."

Yeah, that would be . . . hot. My mind held the image Rebecca's description
had inspired, and my cock strained against my panties.  I was getting a
little light-headed reading it. The story went on for a while, describing
in great detail how we would please our man. Offering our eager mouths for
his pleasure. His cock fucking . . . our mouths . . . our
. . . throats. Using us . . .

Ok, that's enough! I shook myself free of the thoughts. Gotta focus. I have
work to do. I don't have time to sit and read porn all day!

"At least read the rest of the letter." Came the purr in my head.

Yeah, I guess I can do that. But then I'm signing out! There was only one
paragraph left, so why not. Rebecca continued that if we serviced this stud
well enough, he would bring his friends from the basketball team over and
then we'd not only have more studs to service, but we'd also get to taste
some black cock. My mouth was dry and I could feel the pulse pounding in my
chest.

"Oh yes! Big, black cock is what you need!"

Oh! Mmmm . . .  I don't know why, but the image of me being used by a black
cock made my temples throb. It was wrong to think that, wasn't it? Was it
racist? Why did the idea of a well hung black man towering over me so hot?

"Yes, yes, yes! You need one of those black monster cocks in your mouth!"

I wasn't really thinking as I pulled up my bookmarks. Hands moving almost
without my direction. There it was. I selected one I hadn't looked at in a
while. I felt a little tremble as www.blackmeatwanted.com loaded. I just
stared, mouth open a little. I should close this and just step away. I
should stop now. Stop looking at all these beautiful black cocks. I have
things to do.

"You're right, you do have things to do. So don't think about being on your
knees swallowing your black master's cock."

I gasped and bit my lip. My master's big black . . . cock . . . No, I need
to-

"What you need to do is suck cock!"

I know . . . I should . . . have a cock in my mouth. I felt a little
dreamy. I was so flushed, I could almost feet the heat radiating off my
face. At least 20 pictures filled my vision, tiled across the screen. All
showing very large, black cocks cumming on women's faces or buried inside
their mouths, pussies and asses. God, they were so big! So powerful!

"Such lucky sluts. I hope they appreciate being allowed to worship all that
back meat. Allowed to be filled . . . stretched and penetrated by those
powerful cocks. Bodies pumped full of chocolate cream."

I nodded, rubbing my throbbing dick. So lucky. My mouth was starting to
water. To be allowed . . . to be filled . . . with black meat.

"Look at that slut with the amazing ass."

I clicked on the pic and a movie started loading. I watched as one girl
held open the ass cheeks of another and urged on the black man who was
lining up his cock, at least 10 inches long, to take her friend's ass. He
put the tip against it and pushed. I watched the shaft bow up slightly as
it strained for entry. Then suddenly, her ass released and his cock surged
inside making her throw her head back and moan lewdly.

"We need to see that again."

Yes, again. I replayed it over and over. That instant when her ass
released, it was if her body sucked it inside. My own hole tingled at what
that must have felt like.

"Bet your little boy-hole could use some attention."

I slid my hand down the back of my panties. My index finger gliding down
the hairless crack and over my rosebud.

"Slide it in!"

Mmmmm. I sighed as I plunged my finger inside and stroked a few times. The
tight, little hole sucked in my finger. Penetrating my . . . my boy-pussy
. . .

"No, a sissy little boy-cunt! Women have pussies, sissy-boys like you have
cunts. And it needs more. Fill it!"

Yeah. Something to stretch open my . . . tight little boy-cunt. I shiver a
little. Getting up I went to rummage through my secret stash of toys and
retrieve a nice medium sized plug. In a daze I strip my pants and panties
off, lube the plug and begin pressing it home. I'm breathing rapidly as I
push it deeper and deeper. There's a little pain as I near the thickest
part and I hesitate to let myself relax.

"Take it all, bitch!"

Yessssss, take it all. I whisper as I jam it forward. The little pinch of
pain suddenly vanishes as the widest part goes in and then my cunt swallows
the rest eagerly and I sigh. Yes, mmmmmm. I smile at the feeling of being
filled. The term 'boy-cunt' floats around my brain, sending little jolts
through me.

"Good girl! You follow orders so well, don't you?"

I do. I like to be told what to do.

"You need to be told what to do! You need something tight to wear."

I go to my stash of girly things and find a hot pink and black pair of
women's lycra running shorts. Perfect. I pull them up my shaved legs. So
Tight. I pull them into place . . .  but it's not quite right.

"Tighter!"

I pull them up and up and up till they are tight between my cheeks and mash
my . . . my . . . clit, back between my legs. I give them an extra tug and
sigh. Feels so good to be wrapped so tightly in lycra. Hugging my ass so
tightly. I slide my had over my crotch. My clit is down between my
legs. The tip, rubbing the sensitive skin just behind my balls.

I walk back to my computer, hips swaying a little. It feels so sexy that I
keep rubbing my hands over my hips, ass and crotch. It feels delicious!
Can't help but pause to admire myself in the mirror. My clit, almost
invisible. Such a cute, perky ass. Oh, I'd fuck me! I sit down in the chair
and moan a little as the plug surges up inside me and moves around.

"You should always have something in that tight cunt! It needs to be
trained for men to use."

Yeah. Train my cunt. I bite my lip and rock my hips. Enjoying the feel of
the plug. Suddenly I feel a little drop of pre-cum travel through the
length of my clit and I slide my hand down over the lump. I can feel the
cool, wet spot. I love than I'm oozing into my shorts. I open my eyes and
start clicking. I open window after window. So much cock!

"Yes, so many big black cocks that need to be drained. Men with cocks like
that should be serviced."

Uh-huh. So big. So much bigger than my little clitty. Why wouldn't I get on
my knees? Shouldn't we all service cocks like that? A strange surge runs
through me as I picture a black man approaching me at the gym. He pulls out
his huge cock. Naturally I kneel and service him with my mouth till he
empties his manly balls into my tummy. Mmmm, if that happened the only
exercise I'd be getting that day would be lifting big cocks up to my lips
to drink. An image of me in the middle of the weight room, on my knees in
just panties, services cock after cock.

"Exactly. Real men with real COCKS who were born superior to you. Born to
be serviced. By submissive, sissy-boys like you."

Wait! No, I'm not like that. I'm a normal guy. I like women. I love the
female body!

"Normal guys don't wear panties! They don't shave their legs! They don't
fill their hungry CUNTS with rubber toys! And they don't look at foot long,
black cocks and drool!"

My thoughts swirled. But . . . but I love pussy. I love to lick a wet
pussy!

"Of course you do, dear. But wouldn't that pussy taste soooo much better
with cum oozing out of it? Another man's cum? Dribbling out of her
stretched, satisfied pussy. Just fucked by a huge cock that has made her
cum like you never could. A cock that you will soon beg to clean with your
mouth."

A part of me tried to rally, but my mind played the images. Yesssss. Big
cock, dripping cum and pussy juice . . . sliding into my mouth. Wait, NO!
No, I'm just curious. It's just a tiny part of me. It's just healthy
curiosity, that's all!

"Only curious? You really think it's just 'Curiosity'? Be honest with
yourself. Think about your fantasies. So many revolve around one idea
. . . you on your knees. In your place. Where you were born to be. Even
your fantasies about women. Submissive. Remember your fantasy about Carl
visiting. Do you remember that fantasy?"

I remember. He visits for a while after his divorce. He's lonely and hasn't
had sex in a while. I'm sure he jerks off a lot. Such a waste when I'm
here. He finds my panties and my porn. All those pictures of tranny-girls
and sissy-boys. Stories of submissive men 'forced' into their place as
sissy cocksuckers. Our eyes meet and our relationship changes in an
instant. He sees what I am, and knows that my mouth is his for the
asking. Why do I see myself on my knees pulling out his big cock? Why do I
imagine him thrusting into my throat? Why do I want him to . . . use
. . . me.  I imagine him waking me each morning with his hard cock in my
mouth. And going to bed, each night of his visit with the taste of his cum
in my mouth.

"You would become his bitch. His toy. His personal sissy slut."

It's true. I want to know he doesn't see me as an equal any more. I want
him to know . . .  to know, I am a sissy! His sissy! His mouth to fill
anytime he wants.

"Yes you are. A sissy who needs a man to use you for the cum receptacle you
really are."

I do need it. My mouth is watering. It needs to be filled. I look back at
the screen. The stretched holes and the cum covered faces. I lick my
lips. They are open and wiling. How would it feel as the head pushes my
lips apart? The friction of the shaft sliding inside? His hands on my head
. . . guiding me . . . controlling me.

"Controlled. Used. Slut! Cocksucker!"

Yes! Yes! I am a cocksucker. I need hard cock inside me. My body is almost
vibrating. I am clicking more movies. I hear the slurping sounds of the
women sucking and watch those magnificent cocks erupt all over those pretty
faces. Cum running out their slutty mouths. All that cummmmmm, dripping and
oozing . . .

"You know exactly where to get your sissy mouth filled, don't you slut?"

I feel a shiver up my spine. Yes, I know. The video arcade . . . has glory
holes.  I think of those booths. Dark and smelling of stale cum . . . mmmmm
. . . from dozens of men jacking off.  All those horny men who hang around
outside the booths.

"They know what you are. They can sense why you are there. What you
need. That you are a born sissy."

Yes, they'll know. They'll smile and follow me. All those strong men. All
those hard cocks . . .

"All of them in need of a warm, eager mouth to unload inside. They will see
you as prey and line up to fill your little tummy with their seed. Knowing
you won't resist. That you can't resist. It's your nature . . . your
purpose."

But, I can't . . . I . . . I can't go there. So dirty. I can't go to a
place like that.

"You've been there before, right?"

Yes. Sometimes, but I never did anything.

"But you wanted to, didn't you?"

Uh-huh.

"You would peek through the glory holes and watch men stroke their
cocks. Wishing and fearing that they would shove it through the
hole. Afraid of what you would do if they did."

It was true. Knowing that a part of me wanted so badly to offer my mouth,
but scared too. So vulnerable with all these strangers.

"This time you will finally do it. This time you will go with only one goal
in mind. And you'll wear these shorts, with nothing over them. One look at
that hot pink color and they'll know you're in heat. They may even fondle
you as you walk by. They may even find your well plugged cunt."

The thought of those pawing hands playing with the plug . . . maybe pulling
it out and pushing it back in. Maybe bending me over, pulling the plug out
and . . . fucking me right there in the hallway . . . one after another
. . . all of them.  I whimpered in need. Oh, god! I can't . . . I -

"Yes you can. Yes you WILL! You WILL go. You know you want this. You need
this. You will parade past them and swing your hips like the slut you
are. Find a booth with two large glory holes, so there will always be a
cock waiting for you. Put at least $10 in the machine. Get on your knees in
that sperm soaked booth. Open your mouth and do what you NEED to do Do what
all those men want you to do. What you were born to do."

Need . . . need to do . . . need to suck. A faint voice whispered that I
should jerk off. If I relieved some of the pent up lust, I could break this
spell.

"You will not touch your clit or your cunt! You are not allowed to cum,
bitch! Understand?"

My hand pulled away. I had to do as I was told. I wanted to do as I was
told. I wanted this feeling to last. I loved this primal feeling. No
inhibitions. My mind was just a swirling cyclone of lust. It felt sooooo
fucking good.

"It will feel even better with your mouth full of a stranger's cock. Don't
come back until you are out of condoms or they close."

But they're open 24 hours a day . . .

"Better take the whole box, Slut!"

Oh, fuck yesssssssss . . .

-- The End . . . or is it only the beginning?

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