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The sun was setting, casting a warm, orange glow across the city skyline as I steered my car through the bustling streets, the radio playing a catchy pop song that I couldn't help but tap my fingers to. The traffic was surprisingly light for a Friday evening, the kind of night where everyone seemed to have somewhere to be, someone to see. My heart raced with anticipation as the GPS announced the upcoming turn to the luxurious resort that Manuela had so tantalizingly described in her text. The words "dress nicely" echoed in my mind, making me self-consciously adjust my tie in the rearview mirror. Pulling up to the grand entrance, I was met by a smirking valet dressed in a crisp, navy blue uniform. He leaned into the car, his eyes scanning my attire with a knowing look. "You must be here for Manuela's party," he said with a hint of amusement. I nodded, feeling a blush creep up my neck. He handed me a ticket with a flourish, and I drove through the gates, the ironwork clanging shut behind me like the door to a secret garden. The resort's sprawling grounds unfolded before me, a manicured maze of lush greens and towering palm trees, the golf carts zipping around like colorful beetles. I drove over the grounds towards the villa where Manuela's party was spposed to be.i followed the instructions the valet had givven me, and the villa was indeed at the back of the property as he said, a secluded oasis of opulence. As I approached, the headlights illuminated the gleaming white exterior, the windows reflecting the last of the day's sun like polished sapphires. My pulse quickened as I turned off the ignition and stepped out into the balmy evening air. The scent of tropical flowers mixed with the faint hint of chlorine from a nearby pool. The sound of laughter and music grew louder with each step I took towards the villa. As I reached the front door, I took a deep breath and raised my hand to knock. The wood was cool to the touch, and the sound echoed through the quiet night as if announcing my arrival to everyone inside. The door swung open, revealing a stunning, raven-haired Brazilian beauty with a smug smile that could make the devil himself blush. She was wearing a scandalously short, red dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked me up and down. "Welcome, boiola," she purred, her accent thick and seductive. As she stepped aside to let me in, her hand brushed against the back of my pants, her fingertips lingering just long enough to send a jolt of excitement through me. The room beyond was alive with vibrant colors, flashing lights, and the bass of a samba beat that seemed to pulse through my very core. The air was thick with the scent of exotic perfumes and the promise of a night that would leave me breathless. Manuela approached me, her full, pouty lips parting in a knowing smile that sent my heart racing. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest, and whispered in my ear, "I've been waiting for you all week." Her breath was warm and sweet, and I felt my body respond instinctively. My arms slipped around her waist, pulling her closer, as she stood on her tiptoe to kiss me deeply. Our tongues danced together, my cock growing hard against her thigh. Her hands slid down my back, over my ass, and then around to the front, giving it a firm squeeze. She broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming with a wildness that made me want to drop to my knees right there and submit to whatever she had in store for me. The three Brazilian beauties that had been watching us from the corner of the room approached, their hips swaying to the rhythm of the music. Each of them was dressed in a way that screamed sensuality, their figures a tantalizing mix of soft curves and sharp angles. They surrounded us, their hands caressing my arms, my chest, my back. Their touch was like a trail of fire, and I knew that this night would be unlike any I had ever experienced. The girl who had opened the door, a raven-haired vixen with piercing green eyes, leaned in close to Manuela, speaking in rapid Portuguese that I couldn't quite understand. Manuela threw her head back and laughed, her eyes never leaving mine. The sound was like a siren's call, beckoning me deeper into her world. The vibe in the room shifted, the music fading slightly into the background as the four of us climbed the stairs, the anticipation thickening the air. As we reached the top, Manuela turned to me with a knowing smile, her hand sliding down my arm to intertwine our fingers. Her grip was firm, guiding me down the hallway to a closed door at the end. The three other girls followed closely behind, their presence a heady mix of exotic perfumes and barely concealed desire. The hallway was dimly lit, the flickering of candles throwing dancing shadows on the walls, hinting at the erotic playground that awaited us. With a gentle tug, Manuela pulled me into a room that was indeed warm and inviting, the air charged with an unspoken promise of passion. The walls were a soft, velvety red, the color of a freshly picked strawberry, and the lighting cast a warm, golden hue that made the whole space feel like the embrace of a lover's arms. My eyes widened as I took in the sight before me: a king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, its pristine white sheets looking like a canvas ready for an artist's masterpiece of lust. "Would you like some champagne, meu querido?" she asked, her voice a velvety purr that sent shivers down my spine. "Yes, of course," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. Manuela sauntered over to a silver cooler, her hips swaying in a mesmerizing dance. She bent over, giving me a perfect view of her round, firm ass peeking out from the bottom of her dress. The fabric clung to her curves like a lover's caress, leaving little to the imagination. The anticipation grew as she took her time, filling two flutes with the bubbly liquid. "Here," she said, her smile wicked as she handed one to me. "To a night we'll never forget." Her words were a siren's song, and I eagerly took the flute, feeling the cool glass against my palm. Our fingers brushed as I took it, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm. The bubbles tickled my nose as I took a sip, the taste a sweet symphony on my tongue. The room felt like it was spinning, the anticipation building within me like a storm ready to break. "Lie down," she said gently, pointing to the bed with a graceful wave of her hand. Her voice was a soft whisper, a command wrapped in a velvet glove. I obeyed, my legs feeling like jelly as I lowered myself onto the soft mattress. The bed engulfed me, the sheets cool against my back. The room grew hazier, the edges of my vision blurring as if I were falling into a warm, inviting dream. Manuela's face appeared above me, a vision of beauty with a hint of something darker playing in her eyes. She leaned closer, her breath hot against my skin as she whispered, "You're going to make a nice bicha, aren't you?" The word "bicha" in Portuguese, "bitch," was almost the same, but the way she said it, with that slight twist of her lips, sent a shiver of fear and excitement through me. My heart raced, and I found myself unable to move, trapped in the thrall of her seductive power. The other girls circled the bed, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, their lips curving into knowing smiles. I tried to sit up, to protest, but my body betrayed me. My head spun, and the room swam before my eyes. Panic set in as I realized that I couldn't feel my legs. I was paralyzed, a mere plaything in their capable hands. Manuela's laughter was like a whip crack, sharp and stinging, as she saw the terror in my eyes. "Don't worry," she cooed. "You'll enjoy it." Her words were lost as darkness crept in, a warm, comforting blanket that promised relief from the fear that gripped me. I felt myself slipping away, my eyes rolling back in my head. The last thing I heard was the sound of their laughter, a cacophony of gleeful malice that sent a final shiver down my spine. And then, there was nothing. When I woke up again, my head was pounding, and my vision swam with spots of light. The room was starkly different from the warm, inviting space I had left. The walls were now a cold, unfeeling black, and the only light came from the flickering candles placed at the four corners of the room, casting eerie shadows that danced like demons around the edges of my vision. The air was stale, with a hint of something antiseptic. The smell of leather filled my nostrils, a stark contrast to the sweet perfume of the villa. Blinking away the last vestiges of darkness, I realized with a jolt that I was naked and bound to the leather bed. My wrists and ankles were secured with thick, unyielding restraints that dug into my skin, leaving me utterly immobile. I tried to pull against them, my muscles straining, but it was as if I were trying to move a mountain. Panic set in, a cold sweat breaking out across my skin as I tested my bounds once more. The leather was smooth and unyielding, the metal cold against my flesh. The laughter grew louder, the shadows in the corner coalescing into the forms of Manuela and her three friends. They were only dressed in lingerie, their semi-transparent thongs revealing the shocking truth that they all had erect cocks, not the soft mounds of flesh I had been expecting. The sight was both terrifying and fascinating, a revelation that shook me to my core. Their eyes glittered with excitement as they approached the bed, each one more beautiful and more terrifying than the last. I tensed up as they surrounded me, their movements predatory and graceful. They leaned over me, their lingerie-clad bodies blocking out the flickering candlelight, casting a web of shadows across my naked form. The smirk on Manuela's face grew wider, a Cheshire cat's grin that promised a night of depravity beyond my wildest dreams. "Do you like our outfits?" she asked, her voice a soft, seductive purr. Her question hung in the air, a silent challenge that I could feel in my very bones. I didn't react, my mind racing with a million thoughts, none of which I dared voice aloud. Her smile faltered, the edges of her eyes tightening. "You didn't answer your mistress, stupid gatinha?" she said, her tone sharper now, a hint of anger seeping through the sweetness. "Yes," I managed to croak out, the word sticking in my throat like a bone. "I like your outfits." Manuela's smile grew wicked, and she leaned in closer, her hot breath ghosting over my skin. With a sharp twist of her wrist, she pinched my nipple, making me scream in a mix of pleasure and pain. "It's 'yes, mistress' for you," she hissed, her eyes boring into mine. The pain intensified, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my cock, which was already straining against my stomach. The other three shemales leaned in, their hands reaching out to touch me, to claim me as their own. One of them, a fiery redhead with emerald eyes, whispered in my ear, "You will address us all as mistress, bitch. Understand?" Her grip on my other nipple was firm, sending a bolt of lightning through my body as she twisted it even harder than Manuela had. The words 'yes mistress' was torn from my throat, a desperate plea for more. They stepped back, allowing me to see them fully in the candlelight. Their cocks bobbed with excitement, a quartet of arousal that pointed directly at me. Manuela spoke again, her voice a sweet symphony of dominance, "Good, you're learning. Now, let's get you dressed for the party, shall we?" The other three shemales giggled like schoolgirls as they flitted around the room, pulling out a variety of lingerie and accessories. Each item was more revealing, more humiliating than the last. Manuela approached with a tray filled with what appeared to be an assortment of lacy thongs, each one a different color and style. She held up a black one with a floral pattern, her eyebrows raising in question. "This one, I think," she murmured to herself, "it's so delicate, just like you." Her eyes locked onto mine as she leaned over to place the tray on the nightstand next to the bed. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, a mix of tropical flowers and something darker, something that made my stomach flutter with both excitement and dread. Her hand reached out to caress my cheek, her thumb tracing the line of my jaw before sliding down to my neck, her grip tightening slightly. "You will put these on," she whispered, her voice a sweet promise of pain, "without protest or I will punish you." Manuela stepped back, allowing one of her friends, a curvaceous brunette with piercing blue eyes, to take her place. The brunette approached the bed with a wicked smile, holding a bucket of ice in one hand and a small pink object in the other. The cold from the ice sent a shiver down my spine, making my cock twitch in anticipation of the torment to come. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "First, we need to lock that little treasure of yours." With a swift movement, she slapped my erection with an ice cube, the coldness making me jerk and gasp. The pain was sharp and unexpected, sending a bolt of agony through my body. "You are not allowed to have an erection," Manuela said, her voice stern as she watched the scene unfold. "Not unless one of us gives you permission." The fiery redhead took this as a cue and stepped closer to the bed, her stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor. Her emerald eyes flashed with mischief as she raised her leg, the muscles in her thigh rippling with power. Her foot connected with my sensitive crotch, and the pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was as if she had kicked me with a red-hot poker, the agony searing through me like wildfire. I screamed, my body arching off the bed despite the restraints, tears springing to my eyes. Through the haze of pain, I felt the brunette's deft hands at my crotch. My cock had shriveled into a tiny, painful nub, and she took full advantage of my vulnerability. The pink ring was cold as it slid over my balls, tightening around them with a cruel efficiency that sent another shock of pain through me. She chuckled as she worked, the sound a dark melody in the symphony of my torment. The plastic cage was even colder, the material sticking to my shrunken cock as she guided it over the head and secured it in place. Finally shepts a lock on it and closes it. As she stepped back, the ring and cage bit into my sensitive flesh, a stark reminder of my new role in this twisted game. The coldness was a constant presence, a reminder that I was no longer in control of my own body. The pain was a living entity, a fifth limb that I couldn't escape. The brunette leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper, "There you go, my little sissy slut. Now your cock knows its place." Manuela stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She reached down to trace the outline of the cage with a manicured nail, a smirk playing on her lips. "Now, let's get you dressed," she said, her voice a sweet caress that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to look so pretty for us." With a flick of her wrist, she unlocked one of the ankle restraints. The sudden release of tension made my leg spasm, the muscles cramped from being held in one position for too long. I struggled to move, the leather biting into my skin as I tried to adjust my position. The other girls watched, their eyes hungry for the show, as Manuela released the second ankle. "Be still," she admonished, her voice a firm command that brooked no argument. Slowly, painfully, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The coldness of the floor sent a shock through my system, and I gasped as my bare feet made contact with the tiles. The sight that met my eyes was both shocking and arousing: my legs were completely smooth, not a single hair marring the skin. The realization that I had been groomed without my consent washed over me in a wave of horror and excitement. My eyes darted around the room, looking for a mirror, anything to confirm the transformation that had been wrought upon my body. Manuela noticed my confusion and leaned in, her voice a sweet poison. "You like?" she asked, her hand trailing up my now-hairless thigh. "We had to get you ready for your new role, don't you think?" Her fingers grazed my balls, and I whimpered, the coldness of her touch sending a fresh jolt of pain through the cage. The other three shemales giggled, their eyes sparkling with mirth as they watched my discomfort. The brunette handed me a pair of stockings, the material as soft as a whispered promise. I took them, my trembling hands struggling to understand the foreign sensation. With clumsy, unpracticed movements, I began to slide them up my legs, the silky fabric caressing my skin like a lover's touch. Each inch felt like a betrayal, a step closer to becoming the sissy they desired. The thong was next, a scrap of lace that was barely enough to cover my now-exposed locked dick. I stumbled, trying to step into the delicate garment, the cage around my cock a cruel reminder of my submission. The fabric was cold against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The brunette stepped in, her hands gentle but firm as she helped me into the thong, her fingers lingering longer than necessary, teasing my ass, making me gasp. Once the thong was in place, she stepped back, her eyes raking over me with a predatory gaze. "Now for the garter belt," she said with a smirk, her voice a siren's call. The belt was a black lace masterpiece, studded with shiny silver hooks that gleamed in the candlelight. With trembling hands, I fastened it around my waistand secured the stockings to it, the lace feeling like a second skin. The redhead sailed over to me, her hips swaying with each step. She was dressed in a sheer corset that pushed her breasts up, creating a tantalizing display that was impossible to ignore. She held out a matching lacy corset to me, the fabric so fine it was almost transparent. "Let's get you into this," she said with a wink, her eyes alight with amusement. Her friends stepped back, watching with eager anticipation as the redhead began to wrap the corset around my waist. She pulled the strings tight, the material digging into my flesh as she cinched me in. Each pull was a symphony of pain and pleasure, the tightness stealing my breath, making my chest heave with each inhale. Her fingers were deft, the laces a tightrope of agony and desire that bound me to her will. "Breathe," she murmured, her eyes locked on mine as she tightened the corset even further. "It's all about control, my little sissy. Control over your own body, and the control we have over you." She gave one final, brutal yank, and the corset was in place. The laces were tied into a neat bow, the fabric pressing my chest into an uncomfortable but strangely erotic shape. I gasped for air, my lungs straining against the constraints. Manuela stepped in front of me, her own generous breasts heaving with excitement. "Now," she said, her voice a low, seductive growl, "it's time for you to repay me for this lovely blowjob i gave you last week." With a swift movement, she pushed me onto my knees, my knees hitting the cold, hard floor with a thud. She stepped closer, placing one high-heeled foot on the edge of the bed, her crotch level with my face. "You're going to suck my dick, and if you do a good job." Her cock was thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum as it hovered before my mouth. I had never seen anything so terrifyingly beautiful in my life. She grabbed the back of my head, her grip like a vice, and pushed herself into my mouth. I gagged immediately, the sensation of her shaft filling my throat like a nightmare come to life. I choked, my eyes watering, as she began to fuck my face with a brutal rhythm. Her friends watched, their eyes glittering with excitement, as Manuela's cock slammed against the back of my throat. Each thrust was punctuated by my muffled gagging sounds, the smell of arousal filling the air. She held my head firmly in place, her hips bucking as she used my mouth like a toy. I could feel the muscles in my throat straining to accommodate her, my body fighting against the intrusion even as a sickening excitement grew within me. "Look at him," the brunette cooed, stroking my hair, "our little bitch is learning so fast." Her voice was like a caress, a stark contrast to the cruel treatment my throat was receiving. I felt a hot flush of embarrassment, knowing that I was being degraded before these three powerful, beautiful shemales. But as the initial shock began to wear off, I found myself becoming more and more aroused. The way Manuela's cock filled my mouth, the way she used me with such ease and confidence, it was a strange, twisted kind of pleasure. Each gag and choke brought a new wave of excitement, and I felt my own caged cock begin to throb with need. "Mm, that's it," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction as she watched my eyes water and my cheeks hollow with each deep thrust. "You're a natural, my pet." Her grip tightened, and I knew she was getting closer to climax. I could feel the tension in her thighs as she held herself steady, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The other girls had moved closer, their own cocks standing at attention, their eyes glued to the show. Manuela's movements grew erratic, her hips jerking as she approached the edge. "I'm going to cum," she gasped, her voice tight with excitement. "Open wide, bitch." And with that, she released, her hot cum spurting into my mouth in thick ropes. I choked and gagged, the taste bitter and foreign, but I swallowed it down as best I could, the muscles in my throat protesting. She pulled back, a strand of cum connecting her cock to my lips, and slapped my cheek with her half-hard member. "Swallow," she ordered, her voice a thunderclap in the quiet room. Obediently, I swallowed, the muscles in my throat working overtime to get every last drop down. It was a victory for her, a declaration of my newfound submission. She stepped back, a satisfied smile playing across her face as she admired her handiwork. "Good boy, or should i say girl," she murmured, her eyes running over me with a possessive gaze. "Now, it's time for you to become even more beautiful." The redhead stepped forward, her hips swaying with the confidence of a predator in heat. She held up a tray of makeup, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "To the vanity," she ordered, pointing to a corner of the room where a large, ornate mirror stood, framed by candles. With shaky legs, I stumbled over, the cage around my cock bouncing painfully with each step. She pushed me down onto the chair, her grip surprisingly gentle despite the command in her voice. "Now, hold still," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. Her fingers were cool against my skin as she began to apply the makeup, her touch surprisingly tender for someone who had just brought me to my knees. The red lipstick was applied with a precise hand, the color a stark contrast to the pale skin of my face. She traced the outline of my lips, her thumb brushing against the sensitive skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Her eyes never left mine in the mirror, the hunger in them growing with each stroke. When she was done, she stepped back to admire her work, a satisfied smile playing across her full, painted lips. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress. With a flourish, she turned me to face the full-length mirror, her hands on my shoulders. The reflection that stared back at me was unrecognizable, a caricature of the man I had been only hours before. The red lipstick made my mouth look like a crimson slash across my face, an invitation to sin that was impossible to resist. The blush she had applied brought a rosy glow to my cheeks, making me look flushed and eager. Her eyes narrowed as she studied my reflection, as if searching for any trace of the person I had been before this night. "No, not quite right," she murmured to herself. "Let's see...ah yes." She turned and strode to the closet, her hips swaying with each step. The anticipation was a living thing in the room, the air thick with it as she pulled out a wig. It was a long, curly blonde masterpiece that made my heart race with excitement and dread. She placed it on my head with a flourish, the strands cascading over my shoulders like a golden waterfall. "Ah, that's better," she said with a wicked smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now you're the perfect little slut." As she worked her magic with the nail polish, painting my nails a shimmering pink that matched the cage around my cock, she called out to Manuela. The anticipation was like a physical force in the room, my body quivering with every brushstroke. "I think she's ready," the redhead said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Manuela nodded in approval, a gleam in her eyes as she stepped forward. She held up a pink collar, the material a stark contrast against the stark blackness of the room. "Good girl" she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Now, let's make it official." She slipped the collar around my neck, the leather cool and unyielding. The clasp clicked into place with a sound that seemed to echo through the room, a sound that signaled the beginning of a new chapter in my life. With a sharp tug, she pulled on the leash attached to the collar, forcing me to my knees. The leather bit into my throat as she led me across the room, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. The collar was a constant reminder of my submission, a noose of pleasure and pain that I couldn't ignore. She stopped in front of a leather bench, the kind you might see in a gym, but this one had been repurposed for far more nefarious uses. With a flick of her wrist, she secured the leash to a ring on the bench, making it impossible for me to move more than a few inches in any direction. The cold metal dug into my skin, sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. The brunette stepped up, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's get you in position," she murmured, her voice a sweet promise of pain. Her hands were cool as she attached cuffs to my wrists and ankles, the leather biting into my skin as she secured them to the bench. The sensation was strangely freeing, the bonds holding me in place as if I were a piece of art to be admired. The redhead stepped forward, a glint in her eyes as she held out the stripper heels. They were impossibly high, the platform at least six inches thick. "These will complete your look," she purred, her voice like honeyed venom as she slipped the first one onto my foot. The leather was soft, molding to my skin like a glove. She buckled it tight, the sound of the strap clicking into place echoing in my ears. I couldn't help but admire the way the heel made my legs look, long and lean and utterly feminine. Manuela's eyes lit up as she took in the sight of me in the heels. "Perfect," she murmured, her cock now fully erect again, bobbing with each step she took towards me. "Now, let's get down to business, shall we?" She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "Tonight, we're going to break your virgin sissy hole, and you're going to scream for more." The redhead stepped closer, her cock pulsing with excitement. She placed a gentle kiss on my lips, her hand cupping my chin. "Open," she cooed, and I obeyed, feeling the velvety tip of her shaft push against my mouth. I took it in, my tongue tentatively exploring the unfamiliar texture. It was hot and hard, the taste musky and overpowering. The other two watched with hungry eyes as I began to suck, my cheeks hollowing out with each bob of my head. Manuela's gaze never left mine as she positioned herself behind me. I could feel the heat of her body, her breath on my neck as she leaned over to whisper sweet nothings into my ear. Her hand trailed down my back, lingering for a moment before coming to rest on my ass. With a firm grip, she spread my cheeks, the coolness of the room making me shiver. Then, she did something I never expected: she leaned in and spat, the warm liquid landing on my asshole and her cock. The humiliation was intense, but my body responded with a jolt of arousal that I couldn't ignore. The brunette stepped forward, a small bottle of poppers in her hand. She held it under my nose, her voice a siren's call. "Breathe in," she instructed, the anticipation in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. The scent was sharp, acrid, and immediately I felt a rush of heat through my body. The muscles around my asshole relaxed, the tension draining away like water from a bathtub. "Good girl," she purred, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now you're ready for us." Manuela's cock was slick with spit and precum as she began to push it into my ass. The pressure was immense, the sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before. I moaned around the redhead's cock, the sound muffled by the intrusion in my mouth. The pain was sharp, a white-hot knife that sliced through my consciousness. But it was quickly followed by a wave of pleasure that left me trembling. The brunette watched with a smirk as Manuela began to pump in and out of me, setting a rhythm that was both agonizing and exquisite. The redhead's hand found its way to my caged cock, her fingers stroking it through the plastic with a cruel gentleness. Each touch sent a bolt of pleasure through my body, the cage amplifying every sensation. As Manuela's thrusts grew deeper, more urgent, the redhead's strokes grew more insistent. I could feel her excitement, her desire to watch me come undone, to see the raw need in my eyes. The brunette leaned in, whispering sweet nothings about how good it felt to be a sissy slut, how much I enjoyed being used by these powerful shemales. Their movements grew more synchronized, their cocks working in unison, invading my body, claiming me as theirs. Each thrust into my mouth was met with a corresponding push into my ass, creating a symphony of pain and pleasure that had me teetering on the edge of sanity. I moaned around the redhead's shaft, my eyes rolling back in my head as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm build. Manuela's grip tightened on my hips, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fucked me harder, faster. The brunette stepped aside, watching with a knowing smile as the tension in the room grew palpable. The redhead's hand was a vice around my head, her hips jerking as she fucked my face with the same desperate need. I could feel Manuela's cock swell, the pressure building, and knew she was close. With a final, powerful thrust, she buried herself to the hilt inside me, her cock pulsing with the force of her climax. I could feel the heat of her cum as it filled me, a warm, wet sensation that seemed to echo through every part of my body. She let out a low, guttural growl, the sound of a wild animal claiming its prey. The redhead's hand tightened on my neck, her own climax building as she watched the scene unfold in the mirror. Her eyes rolled back, and with a cry of "Bitch!" she shot her load into my mouth, the taste of her cum mixing with the bitterness of my own submission. Her hips bucked, her cock spasming as she emptied herself into me, her orgasm a symphony of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. The brunette stepped back, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Looks like she enjoyed herself," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. The redhead pulled her cock out of my mouth with a pop, the sound echoing through the room. She wiped her dick with the back of her hand, her gaze never leaving my own as she said, "Looks like you're a natural at this, slut." Manuela finally pulled out of my ass, her cock glistening with my juices. She spoke in Portuguese, the words rolling off her tongue like a dark spell. I didn't understand what she was saying, but the tone was clear: she was praising me, claiming victory over my body. The brunette leaned down, her hand caressing my cheek as she whispered, "She said you're a good little sissy, taking it all so nicely." Her hand moved to the base of the chastity cage, her thumb stroking the sensitive flesh just above it. "Now," she said, her eyes dark with hunger, "it's my turn." She stepped out of her heels and moved behind me, her own cock standing tall and proud. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her breasts pressing against my back as she positioned herself. The blonde shemale had been the quiet one, the one who had held back and observed, allowing the others to take the lead. But now, as she approached my head, her intentions clear, I realized she was the mosr brutal one. She had been watching, waiting for the perfect moment to claim her prize. Without any warning, she thrust her cock into my mouth, the suddenness of it making me gag. It was thick and long, and the taste of her precum was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was musky, with a hint of sweetness that seemed to dance on my tongue. Her grip on my head was unyielding, her fingers digging into my scalp as she began to fuck my face with a ferocity that left me breathless. The brunette took that as her cue, and she didn't waste a single moment. With a wet squelch, she pushed her cock into my ass, the sound echoing through the room. The feeling of being double-penetrated was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had me whimpering around the blonde's shaft. The blonde's eyes were like fire, burning into me as she watched the brunette claim me from behind. The brunette wasted no time in establishing her dominance. Her strokes were deep and powerful, her cock stretching me to the limits of what I thought I could handle. Each thrust sent a bolt of white-hot agony through my body, the pain a stark contrast to the gentle caresses of the redhead's hand on my cheek. She fucked me like she owned me, her hips slamming into my backside with a rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundations of the villa. Her cock was indeed massive, filling my ass in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. It was as if she were claiming me from the inside out, rewriting the very essence of who I was with every plunge. I could feel my walls tightening around her, my body's instinctual response to the invasion. But she was relentless, her grip on my hips like steel, her movements unyielding. The brunette's eyes never left the mirror, watching as her thick cock disappeared into me, my cheeks reddening with the effort of holding back the screams that threatened to escape. Her strokes grew more powerful, each one pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, my muffled whimpers, and the wet suction of her cock in and out of my ass. As she reached her peak, her grip tightened, her nails digging into my hips as she pushed deep, her cockhead hitting that perfect spot inside me. I could feel her pulse, the warmth of her climax spreading through me as she filled me with her cum. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had my eyes rolling back in my head. Her moans grew louder, the sound like a siren's call that had me writhing in place, desperate for more. With a final, powerful thrust, she emptied herself into me, her juices painting my insides with a warmth that seemed to spread through my veins. Then, with a groan, she pulled out, the feeling of emptiness making me want to weep. The blonde shemale stepped back, her cock glistening with my spit and the juices from my mouth. Her eyes never left mine in the mirror, a smug smile playing on her lips as she sauntered over to the bench. "My turn," she purred, her voice thick with desire. With surprising grace, she climbed onto the bench, straddling my hips. Her thighs, smooth and muscular from hours spent at the gym, gripped me tightly as she positioned herself. She reached back, her hand caressing my ass cheeks before she found the slick, used hole. With a smirk, she lined herself up, the tip of her cock nudging against me. I braced myself for the onslaught, my body trembling with anticipation and a hint of fear. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pushed in, filling me once more. The sensation was the same again, a mix of pain and pleasure that was so intense it was almost unbearable. She took her time, savoring every inch, her eyes locked on my face in the mirror as she watched my expressions of agony and ecstasy. The others had been a warm-up, but she was the main event. "Look at yourself," she murmured in a thick Brazilian accent, her voice a siren's song. "Look how much you love being our little puta." The words were a taunt, a declaration of my newfound status. I could see the smug satisfaction in her eyes as she watched my body betray me, my hips pushing back to meet her, my own cock trapped and ignored in its pink cage. The blonde's hips moved like a piston, each stroke a declaration of ownership. She was a force of nature, a storm that had no intention of letting up. The leather bench creaked under our combined weight, the sound a testament to the power she wielded over me. Her cock was like a brand, marking me as hers, burning away the last remnants of the man I had been. "Puta bitch," she grunted, her voice deep and rough. The words were a chant, a mantra that seemed to fuel her passion. With every thrust, she called me her sissy slut, her eyes alight with the joy of my degradation. I could feel the cage around my own cock growing wet with pre-cum, a silent plea for attention that went unheeded. The only thing that mattered now was her pleasure, her dominance. Her rhythm grew erratic, her hips slamming into me with a ferocity that had me seeing stars. And then, with a final, guttural roar, she shot her load into me, her cock pulsing deep inside my ass. The warmth of her cum filled me, a feeling so intense it was almost religious. For a moment, she held herself there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Then, with a smug smile, she pulled out, leaving me feeling both empty and complete. The redhead stepped forward, a wicked glint in her eye. She held up a large, black butt plug, the kind that looked like it could split a man in two. "This is going to keep you nice and filled until we're ready for you again," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. With a quick, practiced hand, she smeared lube on the plug before pushing it into my still-throbbing asshole. The sensation was strange, a foreign object taking the place of the cocks that had so recently claimed me. She worked it in with a slow, deliberate precision, her eyes never leaving my face as she watched me squirm and whimper. "Good bitch," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress that seemed to belie the harshness of the act. The plug slid in with ease, my body now more than willing to accept whatever she deemed necessary for my transformation. She gave it a final twist, ensuring that it was securely in place before standing back to admire her handiwork. The three other shemales gathered around, their eyes raking over my bound form, the cum dripping down my thighs and onto the cold, hard floor. They shared a knowing look, a silent communication that sent a shiver of fear and arousal down my spine. "See you later, sissy," the redhead said with a wink, and together they turned and sashayed out of the room, their hips swaying in perfect unison.

Then how did it happen?

First std was anal warts. It was in 1982 and i was 22. I didnt be afraid of that but i had surgery to avoid al wart on and inside my bum. Then i had some stds : chlam, gono several times, hep A, warts one more time but treated by meds, herpes, mycoplasma and very often crabs. Stds are part of bareback life.

Chlamydia from my first fuck buddy

Love mpreg @Gentle_Island

So fkn HOT

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Obviously top choice is to have a load in my ass, however I do like the degradation element of having my face or clothing covered in cum, especially if I've been fucked in a public place.

Prefer to wear a jock (just got a rubber one with Cum Dump written on it). I'll then sometimes just wear a harness, sometimes it'll be full rubber or leather.

Always got off on fantasies of being overpowered by muscular men since I had sexual thoughts. Knew I was a bottom after the first time I was fucked by a leather daddy in my early 20s.

Hi, Anyone still into cruising the parks? My favorite is the Rambles in Central Park, but it's not like it was. Cunningham Park was good too. What's the best places now??

My Buddies and me often group fuck my Boy, Drew. There’s 7 of us and we all take turns shooting our loads up Drew’s arse. The last time we fucked him his hole was covered with sperm after the third load, by the 6th load our sperm was leaking out over his balls and down his legs. I went in last. When I shoved my cock up his hole a massive load of our mixed sperm poured out of him all over my balls. I fukkin loved the feeling - hot and wet as I pumped my load into him.

so hot. this is what I want to happen to me. I'd be crying on the way home but dancing on the way back when I got the call.

Mmm 👄

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Holy semen

This must be the Tyrone who's called to help pack yo shit.

Will be visiting Berlin soon, looking for poz breeders to share their seed with me. Get in touch. Alternatively, know of any public/private parties or events I can go to?

I’ve always known! luv to give my hole up to men!

That's interesting, I didn't know Syphilis caused night sweats.