This faggot phone slut isn’t good for anything but Miss Lucy’s entertainment.

The sexy red boy panties I’ve decided to wear under the skimpy denim skirt has crawled up my crack, my ass is hot and my sissy cunt is on fire. I want to get fucked by the priest, Father Tom, who is as old as my father, and fat, with a big red nose and ears the size of Texas. But his cock is fat, and his head is bulbous. And I love the way he tastes, smells, and the taste of his ass and piss.

It started almost a year ago, really, if this sissy faggot must admit. When I called Goddess Lucy. I wanted to be pimped out, and wanted to be raped by black men, and through her new portal discovered the joy of sucking cock in my wife’s panties, hose and shoes at the local truck stop. Mistress commands my beating heart, my sissy clit, my sissy cunt, and my imagination. Where her trashy dreams go this sissy fag follows, tongue hanging out eager to please her, or whomever she wishes. And when the Goddess Lucy told this money hole cunt to seduce a priest, I never thought I’d fall in love with the John.

But I have, and here I am, dressed in cheap denim, fishnets, and a see through top. I have a short blonde wig on and am wearing my wife’s fuck me heels. The cheap perfume I’m wearing is thick in his quarters. I am standing at the kitchen counter. He is behind me and rubs my tits. His mouth covers my neck and his hardening cock rubs my ass cunt.

“Slut,” Father Tom says, his free hand twisting my nipples.

I cry out in pain and he pushes against me.

“Fucking faggot. You want to be my slut wife, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I say, squirming, my ass pressing into his cock. I want him to beat me, and pull my skirt down and fuck me like a beast. “ I fucking want to be your whore wife. Make me your bitch!”

I turn into him and press my hot mouth onto his. We kiss. His tongue explores me. Licks me, his body presses into me. I enjoy feeling his weight pressing me against the counter.

“Slut!” He slaps me hard, my head rings. He whips me around and bends me over. With one motion he yanks my skirt down. My heart pounds. “Yes, yes,” I scream and I hear him pulling down his pants. It’s at my ass cunt. His huge head pressing against my hole. All day I wore a butt plug, as I walked the halls of my school, my wife’s panties rubbing my cock. When he slipped into me my eyes contracted and my head collapsed. “Oh shit!” I screamed and he began to pound into me. He didn’t fuck me for long, but he fucked me hard and I slammed against the counter so hard I ripped the counter off the base. And when he came he pulled out of my ass and shoved it in my mouth cunt and came down my throat. I cleaned him up, and the taste of my ass excited me.

“Faggot,” he says, slapping his cock across my cheek. He climbed over me and poured a scotch. “Tell me more whore, get me hard again.”

I tell him about my fascination with cum. How in college I’d root around the trash cans in the dorm for tied up condoms. Sunday afternoon was great hunting and sometimes I’d find a dozen used condoms, the sperm like pearls on an oyster. I’d sit in my bed and suck the cum out, sniffing panties I’d stolen from the laundry room.

He handed me a large rosary. “You need to pay for your sins.”

I knew what he meant so I slid the rosary into my ass, the pain was mild, but the pleasure was enormous. The cross was six inches long, thin, with a rounded end, which slid my cunt lips aside and allowed the longer cold metal to slide deep.

I told him about how I cruised the streets of Richmond for gay cock, trannys, often wearing my mother’s underwear. I told him of the older men I’d blown in movie theatres, and the gay sex shops in Europe I tried to hook up in. I told him how I longed for a Great Dane to slide his knot into me and make me forget I was human. To be a slave to a cock, to a bulge of cum….oh god. I came before I knew it, the cross massaging my prostate, milking me.

He hit me as I came. My neck cracked back, and he grabbed the back of my head and slammed into the pool of my cum on the floor.

“Eat your spunk, bitch.”

And I did. I showed him the cum on my tongue and lips. I licked it off like a whore.

“Make me a steak, bitch.” He said as he rose. He kicked me in lip, cutting me. Blood welled up in my mouth. “I’m going to take a shower.”

The taste of blood, oh sweet as love