Hey, you little bitches—I’m Addilyn and I’m the Best Sissy Trainer. A blonde Goddess that demands attention as soon as I walk in the room. My hair’s a golden cascade down my back, and my blue eyes? They’ll pierce your soul while I break you down.
First off, understand that I’m a sissy trainer. In fact I have a fetish for turning whimpering boys into sluts for big, black dick.
Honestly if you are a good submissive you will learn why I’m fucking good at it. Now step into my lair, and I’ll have you drooling for BBC before you can blink.
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Last night, I worked over this newbie—Tyler, 24, a scrawny little thing with shaky hands and a secret stash of frilly thongs. When he showed up at my penthouse, he was mumbling some bullshit about “exploring”. Obviously, I saw the hunger in his eyes.
As I towered over him in my black stilettos his attention was fully on me. Immediately I commanded “Strip, sissy,” a voice sharp as a blade.
Of course he obeyed, peeling off his clothes to reveal a baby-blue thong. Coincidently his pathetic dick was twitching already.
Moments later I brought in my stub, Malik, 6’4”. He was all muscle, with a cock so thick and dark it’s a goddamn work of art. As He strolled in, jeans unbuttoned, that monster bulging, and Tyler’s jaw dropped.
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“Well sissy this is what you’re here for,” grabbing Tyler’s hair, yanking his head back. “But first, you please me.” I straddled his face right there on the floor. With my long legs caging him, and lowered my dripping cunt onto his mouth. “Lick it, bitch,” I hissed, grinding hard, my juices smearing his lips, his chin, as he tongued me deep, slurping like a starved puppy. I moaned, loud, my height giving me leverage to ride him till my thighs quaked, cumming all over his face, marking him as mine.
Then it was time. Malik dropped his pants, and fuck—his dick swung free. All ten inches, veiny, glistening with precum, balls heavy as hell. Of course Tyler whimpered, and I laughed, shoving him forward.
“Suck that black cock, sissy,” I ordered, and he opened wide, lips stretching, gagging as Malik thrust in, filling his throat. Spit bubbled out, drooling down his neck, and I coached him—“Deeper, you slut, choke on it.” His eyes teared up, but his thong was soaked, precum leaking through, and I straddled a chair, fingers in my pussy, getting off on his ruin.
