Sissy Bitch Justice

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Eric is a street-level coke dealer for Lucian, the black godfather of Hollywood crime. The cute, slender young guy thought he could steal and get away with it. He couldn't. Now there's only one way to save his life: prove to Lucian he's a sissy instead of a man!

My eyes filled with tears as I realized he had to kill me. He might even torture me to send a message to the Hollywood underworld. I held back a sob as I started whimpering. “Oh I’m sorry, Lucian! I’m so fucking sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking! You know how much I respect you! I would never, ever do anything…”

He held up a big brown hand to cut off my pleading. “I know you’re sorry, bitch. What good does ‘sorry’ do anyone? Not me!” He held out a hand and Kenny passed him a huge knife. “I like you, Eric. So I won’t make it last as long as I could.” He waved over a Latino stud, Chuey, who held a smartphone set to record video. “Keep it on his face. I don’t want to be identifiable on this thing.”

My eyes grew wide and the fear stuck deep in my belly, making me retch. I had nothing to throw up.

Lucian shook his head sadly. “Any last words?”

I started babbling. “I-I’ll do anything, Lucian. I’ll be your slave, your fucking slave! I’ll do anything you say. Anything! I’ll be your bitch—cook, clean, run errands, detail your car—anything! I’ll be your bitch. Fuck you whenever you want! You can loan me out to anyone as a sex slave! I’ll whore for you!” I started crying, sobbing the words as I continued. “Just please don’t do this, Lucian! Please let me be your slave! Don’t you want a cute white boy—a sissy—for your slave?”

Lucian took a step back and smiled briefly. “Well doesn’t that just beat all? A big, beautiful black buck like me with a white sissy slave? That’s almost funny.” He looked at me crossly. “And just supposing I accepted your proposition? Just how does that protect my reputation around here? You still tried to beat me, didn’t you, Eric?”

I thought fast. Real fast. “Erica!” I said in a simpering drag queen voice. “You know the rules are different for bitches, round here. A bitch tries to get over on you, you beat her down or turn her out. When everyone sees what a sissy bitch I am, they’ll figure you’re just showing a man’s mercy to a weak whore.”

He stroked his chin. “Maybe… but maybe I’m not convinced.”

I went for broke. “What can I do to convince you… Master?”

“Hah!” he laughed explosively. “Okay, we’ll just see how good a bitch you are. You’re going to pull the train on every swinging dick in here. Get the boys from the front.” He turned toward Kenny, his main lieutenant. “Get Vanessa in here from the stroll to make up our bitch. I want her pretty enough to fuck all afternoon long!”

Within five minutes, Vanessa entered looking as pretty as ever. Thirty years old, she was a beautiful, wise street tranny and hooker.

“What’s the deal, Lucian? I’m missing the late lunchtime trade.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Lucian said. “Recognize that?”

She hid her dismay. “That’s Eric. He sells on Santa Monica.”

“Not anymore. Didn’t you hear I got ripped off?”

“Eric! Oh shit.” She looked at me and sadly shook her head.

“Not anymore Eric. That there is Erica, begging for bitch justice. But before I grant that, Erica gotta prove he’s a she.” He grinned. “Like to every swinging dick in here.”

“What you need me for?”

“Make him look like a bitch. I want my boys to enjoy this.”

She nodded. “I got it. Untie him—her, so I can do her face up in the restroom.” She gave him an impatient look. “You want her to look good, right? I need a bathroom to work in.”

Lucian looked at her for a long moment. “Do what she says.”

I sat naked on the counter in the Ladies room with my long hair back in a ponytail while Vanessa worked pancake foundation into my face. She had all manner of cosmetics laid out next to me.

“What the fuck were you thinking, ripping him off?” She exhaled in frustration. “Never mind.” She dusted the foundation with loose powder. “Did you just shave a few hours ago?” she asked.

“I guess I’m, like, part Plains Indian on my dad’s side. Never grew a beard to speak of.”

“That’ll help.” She put the powder away and took out a black eyeliner pencil. “Look, I know why you’re doing this, but I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.”

“I know what I’m getting out of!”

“Look… you ever sucked a man’s dick? Get fucked?”

“I been on the street since seventeen. I have a couple times.”

“And did you like it?”

“I didn’t hate it, if that’s what you mean.”

“Look here, Eric—a. Unless you know how to really loosen up, getting ass fucked by all them boys is going to tear you up. You’ll probably start bleeding and trust me they won’t stop on account of that. You could be just as dead as if he cuts you up with a blade.”

A shiver ran through me. “Can you help me at all? Please!”

“Escape? Not a chance. But… if you pay attention and do what I say, you might just make it. If you want to survive past this gangbang, you better play the sissy slut to the bone.”

“I’ve been on the street for five years. I can act.”

“Bitch, you better come up with Academy Award shit if you want to stay alive.” She reached into her purse, pulled out a nasal pump spray and handed it to me. “Liquid X. That’ll loosen up your mind, make it easy for you to love it. One blast, each nostril.”

“Thank you, Vanessa,” I said, huffing two blasts. I gave it back.

“Now listen to me,” she said as she started lining my eyes. “When you feel a dick pressing into you, it’ll hurt and naturally you’ll tighten up. Don’t. Instead, I want you to bear down like you’re trying to push out a big shit. That’ll open up your asshole like a garage door.”

Someone banged on the door. “Hurry the fuck up in there.”

Her hands moved with expert speed, slashing on eyeshadow, curling up my lashes with mascara, rouging my cheeks and painting on huge, cocksucking lips. “That’s expensive shit that’ll last through half a dozen blowjobs before it starts to wear. Now… one more thing to do. Get off the sink and touch your toes.”

“Why?”

The door banged again.

“Do it!” she hissed. Her eyes flashed with urgency.

I bent over. I heard the snap of a cap and a cool plastic bottle tip press into my asshole then up into me. I felt the cool, thick fluid of sex lubricant going deep into my rectum. I had barely straightened up when the door burst open. It was Kenny looking suspiciously at us.

“I just finished,” Vanessa said. “Ain’t she pretty?”

Kenny shrugged. “Let’s go.”

I turned to the mirror and gasped. Eric, the cute boy street dealer was gone. I looked like a hundred dollar Sunset Boulevard hooker. I looked at Vanessa with deep gratitude and mouthed, “Thank you.”

She winked. “Good luck, Erica.”

Vanessa headed out of the bar. Kenny escorted me back to the room where nearly twenty gangsta types now waited. The Ecstasy she gave me was already starting to take effect. Combined with the image of how beautiful I looked burned into my brain, I actually felt sexy.

No… you’re horny, you fucking slut.

“God-damn,” Lucian crowed. “Look at you—Erica. Damn if you don’t look like a bitch.” He pointed to the floor in front of him. “Let’s just see if you can suck and fuck like one.”

As I got to my knees, stark fucking naked, I silently thanked Vanessa for the head full of X and the amazing makeup. I really did look like a girl, so I hoped Lucian would treat me like one. As I looked from his brand new Adidas, past his designer warmup pants and top, to his broad, grinning face, I realized how handsome and sexy he was.

He unzipped his trousers and flopped out a dick that was eight inches long in its flaccid state. It was dark brown, circumcised and moderately veined, it was already starting to get hard. That was when I realized Lucian was starting to react to me as a girl. Me—a girl!

Fuck, this is hot!

My own dick started to tingle with excitement at the realization I was desired as a girl by this strong, handsome man, as well as for my own strong lust for his cock! This had to be the Ecstasy doing this to me—turning me into a cocksucking sissy slut.

Are you sure it’s only the X doing this?

I opened my mouth and unhesitatingly took his fat, purple bulbous cockhead into my mouth and began to savor it with my tongue, all of the flavors of his sweat and body. My own cock got harder, especially when he grunted with pleasure. I slurped him in deeper and took him into the back of my throat, fighting off the gag reflex.

“God-damn, this sissy sure sucks like a bitch!” Lucian muttered. “Suck that big black dick good, Erica. Maybe I’ll let you live after all.”

His pelvis thrusts told me he’d be trying to shove it down my throat pretty soon. I was hazily surprised that I wanted to be able to deep throat his monster cock, or at least as much of it as I could.

You know it’s possible to do it.

My last real girlfriend, Belle, worked the girl stroll for five years. She could deep throat me all the way without even gagging, and at eight inches I wasn’t exactly a cocktail sausage. One time I asked out of curiosity what was her secret to doing that.

Position, tongue, breathing, yawn and thumb. I put my head back to make a straight line from my lips to my throat and stick my tongue just out of my mouth to make room. I breathed through my nose between thrusts. I force my throat open like I’m yawning to open up wide. And if I feel a gag coming on I grab my left thumb tight with my fingers.

“You make it sound easy,” I’d said. “If it was that easy…”

Not easy but if you’re really relaxed it helps a lot. So does being really motivated.

Well, I was fucked up on X and horny—as relaxed as I’d get in the circumstances—but I also really wanted Lucian to like me. For sure it was the drugs, but I really wanted to get him off. The best thing I could do was take charge of this blowjob.

I sunk lower on my knees and scooted in closer while I tilted my head back. I kept sucking while I worked his cockhead further back in my mouth while I thrust my tongue back and forth. The further back I took him I felt more saliva flowing and more of a gag. I slowed and breathed through my nose.

“Oh that’s it, bitch,” he muttered, quaking his hips.

I went for broke, yawning and squeezing my thumb as I eased his bulbous head into the top of my throat. I forced myself to relax while I swallowed my saliva. I felt myself trying to cough and pushed his dick in further. I rested for a second and then slowly pulled out just enough to breathe through my nose—five dizzying breaths before I shoved him back into my throat. I couldn’t believe I was doing it!

“God-fucking-damn!” Lucian gasped. “I don’t remember the last time a bitch—any bitch—took that much of my dick! Keep sucking white sissy!”

I reveled in both his praise and the appreciative murmurs in the background. It only fuzzily occurred to me this wouldn’t be the only cock I’d take in my mouth and down my throat today. I kept focus on sucking and breathing and throat action, not allowing myself to think about anything else.

After five minutes Lucian said, “We might have a real bitch here. Now I want some hips to go with the lips. See if Erica here can fully please a man. Clear out by that chair over there.”

“You heard the man,” Kenny ordered the crowd.

Lucian pulled out his thick black boner with my ropy saliva dripping off of it. He ordered me to bend over and grab the back of a chair pressed into a heavy table. That was when I knew I was in for major thrusting action. I only hoped Vanessa squeezed in enough goop.

I shuddered at the feel of a big, warm, strong hand on my back, then a moment’s hesitation. I heard him hawk up some saliva, then a second later his slippery fingers wiped it on my asshole. It was that moment I realized he didn’t want to tear me up by fucking me.

He cares!

The moment I felt that plum-sized head pressing against my asshole I did exactly when Vanessa said. I bore down like I was trying to crap, and I was surprised how easily my asshole opened up to him. I felt the first six inches of his cockmeat slide up into me. I groaned loudly with unashamed pleasure, then he pushed in the remaining six inches.

“Oh fuck, Daddy!” I screamed in a girl’s voice I didn’t know I had in me. “That feels so good! Fuck your white bitch, Daddy!”

My words were a spur. Seizing my waist, Lucian started fucking in and out of me in a hurry, jackhammering deep into my rectum. My cock was so hard it pressed into my stomach. I felt little spurts of seminal fluid dribbling out each time he thrust deep into me.

By now I was crying and whimpering just like a girl. There was no Eric left in me at that moment. I was Erica the white sissy bitch being fucked by her big, black daddy, Lucian. He was so strong and so male, he turned me on like I had no idea I could be.

“Fuck, this bitch is tight!” he grunted. “Kenny, you won’t believe how tight her pussy is!”

“I’ll take you word for it, man,” Kenny replied.

“Damn, I’m going to cum already!”

“Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fuck me hard!” I whined.

I meant every word of it. Somehow a huge explosion was building up in my groin, just from getting fucked. I started slamming my ass back to meet his hips, jabbing him in as deep as possible. My ass was totally filled with his hot, brown cockmeat. I was starved for it!

“I’m gonna cum, Daddy!” I cried. “Fuck your white slave bitch!”

And there's twenty dudes still waiting for a piece of her and more to show up! Wonder what happens to her after she's done pulling that gangsta train?



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