Sissy/mistress sex Stories

"God, I need to fuck a sissy so bad!" Henry yelled, slouched at his desk in his cramped bedroom, supposed to be grinding out History 101 homework but lost in a loop of sissy porn instead. He’d swear the obsession owned him; those soft, obedient sluts hijacked his brain and left essays for dead. The thought alone of a perfect, whimpering sissy had his cock aching and his focus shattered. Pants bunched at his ankles, boxers...

It had only been a few days since I got married. Like always, I used to go jogging every morning, and afterward, I would sit on the sofa for a while. I kept my socks inside my shoes, but every time I returned from my shower, I would find one of them lying outside. I asked my husband about it, but he denied knowing anything. Yet it happened every single day. That’s when I began to grow suspicious. One day, after returning...

When I walk into the studio, my heels click on the hardwood floor. My client jumps in anticipation, and he tracks the sound. He’s blindfolded and waiting for me on his knees like he was instructed to. There’s a flush to his hairless chest, and I smirk, my red-painted lips quirking to the side. It’s his first time, and I love breaking in the virgins. My studio is spacious but cozy. Hardwood floors covered in rugs and leath...