Getting Tamed

Hey readers, buckle up for a fresh one from Lushy Lizzie’s Steamy Stories – a hot, tense tale dripping with reluctant surrender.

Jordan has spent years hiding who he really is, always pretending to be the straight, confident man the world expects. The constant lies and buried urges... it’s draining. But tonight he finally showed up at my door after replying to my ad, looking equal parts terrified and secretly thrilled.

I waited for him in the hallway, my curves poured into a sleek red lace teddy that barely contained my heavy tits, my thick girl-cock already swelling and tenting the delicate fabric. The second he stepped inside, I saw that delicious struggle on his face – shame mixed with raw need, still fighting the pull even as his eyes kept dropping to my bulge.

“Strip. Everything off,” I commanded, voice calm but firm. Jordan froze for a long moment, hands shaking as he reluctantly shed his shirt and pants, revealing smooth shaved legs and a pair of tiny black panties already soaked at the front. His small clitty strained hard against the lace, giving away how badly his body wanted this.

I smirked and circled him slowly. “Such a pretty little secret. On your knees.” He whispered “Wait... maybe this is too much,” but his legs folded anyway, dropping him right in front of me. I tugged my heavy cock free and tapped it against his warm cheek. “Open that mouth.”

Jordan parted his lips hesitantly at first, then wider as I pushed inside. He choked and tried to pull away when I went deeper, but I cradled his head and held him steady. “Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. You’re going to learn to worship every inch like a good girl.” His eyes watered while he sucked, soft embarrassed whimpers vibrating around my shaft as I used his mouth with slow, controlling strokes, ruining his makeup and turning him into a sloppy, drooling mess.

I finally withdrew, spit trailing from his puffy lips to my throbbing cock. “Very good. Now get on the bed, face down.” He hesitated again, murmuring “I shouldn’t... this is crazy,” but I guided him firmly, pushing his chest into the mattress and peeling those drenched panties down his thighs.

I pressed my thick head against his virgin pink hole, rubbing and teasing until he was unconsciously rocking back despite his protests. “Admit you need it,” I whispered. He shook his head, face burning with shame, but when I started sinking inside, a helpless broken moan tore from his throat. Inch by thick inch I stretched him open, claiming that tight sissy cunt while he clawed at the sheets, fighting the intense pleasure flooding his body.

Once I bottomed out, I began thrusting – deep and deliberate at first, then faster and rougher, turning his reluctant gasps into loud, needy cries. Every time he tried to resist or deny how much he craved it, I spanked his ass red and drove harder. “Say it. Tell me you’re my obedient sissy bitch.”

“I... I’m your obedient sissy bitch,” he finally gasped, voice cracking as his body surrendered completely, spasming and milking me.

I fucked him senseless until he shot hands-free all over the bed, trembling and whimpering. Only then did I pull out, flip him over, and stroke myself until I covered his flushed face and chest with long, thick ropes of hot cum. He lay there afterward, completely spent, makeup ruined, body marked and glistening – the hesitant closeted boy from earlier completely gone.

Just my freshly trained, cum-drenched little slut finally accepting her place.

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