In short, I’m a bbw cum whore who lives for sex and all its filthy glory. I’ll do anything to get my fix, no matter how nasty or freaky it gets. I’m not sorry for any of this. In fact, I rather enjoy it. My brother is nothing but a toy to me, and I’ll keep using him until he can’t take anymore. I know he’s addicted to the humiliation and degradation, just like I am.
I’ve even started introducing him to some of my other friends, other dominant femmes who love to use sissy boys. They all get a kick out of him, laughing at his pathetic attempts to please them. And he loves it too, because he knows that this is all he’s good for.
Sometimes, when we’re all together, we’ll have orgies where we take turns using him. It’s like a sick game to us, but we all enjoy it. And my brother? He just takes it, because he knows there’s no escape from his fate.
I’m not sorry for turning him into a sissy slut. In fact, I’m rather proud of myself. After all, not many people can say they’ve turned their own brother into their personal fucktoy. And as long as he keeps being a good little sissy boy, I’ll keep using him however I want.
As if reading my mind (or maybe just feeling how close we were), without breaking rhythm or losing contact with my breasts, you reached around to pinch and twist the other nipple between your fingers. The dual stimulation was too much for me to handle as I felt myself starting to cum uncontrollably on your cock! My pussy clenched tightly around your shaft while streams of hot liquid love poured from my aching tits down onto them both – creating a sticky mess that only seemed to turn you on more!