Katie’s Sissy Hotel Date Pt2

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Katie’s Sissy Hotel Date Pt2I had positioned Katie on all fours on the bed. She had her heels on at this point and the sight of her long, curvy legs in black nylon ending in tottering high heels kept me rock hard even after I’d put my dick back in my pants. There was something about the way her feet just dangled in those heels – instantly put me in mind of how they looked when she was getting a good fucking – bouncing up and down, vulnerable and ridiculous. Her whole body shaking as some guy hammered into her and all the while she called out for Daddy to watch her being fucked.Her arse was pointed towards the door so the minute our guest arrived he would be presented with Katie offering herself to him. Katie wasn’t wearing any knickers. Why bother when they’d only be torn off within seconds? There was no point pretending Katie was there for any other reason than to be filled up with hot cum from a man she’d never met before in her life. Treated like the slut she was.‘How do I look Daddy?’ she asked me in the soft, lisping voice she always addressed me in. Occasionally I’d phone her at home unexpectedly and the phone would be answered by deeper male voice. But the moment she realised who it was she would shift to the trill, weak sissy voice she knew Daddy expected. Apologising profusely for being so insolent as to try and speak to me in güvenilir bahis her boy voice. Growing up with such a pathetic joke of a cock meant Katie had always been a little nervous of her masculinity. And those nerves had slowly curdled into an intense passion for humiliation. She’d internalised the locker room taunts and youthful anxiety and weaponised it into the thing that got her off the most.When I was fucking her and ready to unload inside her I often used to reach round and grab her junk in my fist – tugging it slightly, enough to make her arch her back and pay attention. ‘What’s a real cock feel like?’ I’d demand and on cue she’d whimper ‘The cock in my arse Daddy. That’s what a real cock feels like.’ It was a dumb little game but it got both of us off. More than once Katie had shot her weak sissy load there and then and I ended up reaching further forward and smearing her cum all over her face. So she could feel the burning shame of having a man fuck her up the arse while her face was covered in her own semen. Katie liked to be humiliated.I told her she looked good enough to fuck but not quite ready yet. She’d shaved and cleaned herself out, her cage hung limply between her two nylon clad legs but right now her little winking arsehole was still a shade on the coy side. I had no idea how big the guy coming over was but türkçe bahis I knew if I’d got my cock out right and stuck it in her it’d barely fit. As much as Katie loved gasping and struggling her way onto my thick member it was always more fun with a bit of prep. And that meant lube and a buttplug.I’d brought large one because since I’d known Katie I’d made sure to train her arse up to take larger and larger toys. This plug was about the size of a clenched fist. Squat and flared with a tapered base. Katie moaned softly as I squirted a generous helping off lube between her arse cheeks. ‘Hold yourself open’ I told her and like the good girl she is she grabbed a buttock with each hand and held herself wide open letting the lube dribble down the arse. As it reached her arsehole I was straight in with a couple of fingers. Katie gasped and her bum came up to meet me, swirling and grinding on my hand as I slipped in a third finger and then a fourth until she was bucking on whole hand, threatening to swallow my entire fist.‘I’m bad Daddy. I’m such a bad slut. I want your fist inside me Daddy. Is that wrong Daddy?’ I could tell her eyes would be shut tight as she spoke. Whenever she was getting off Katie began talking like this. She loved saying out loud how filthy she felt and how ashamed she was of her nasty desire for cock. She was grinding güvenilir bahis siteleri away now. Lost in ecstasy as she let my fingers caress inside her, slowly getting her closer and closer.I pulled back my fingers and Katie groaned with disappointment. But I’d done my job. Her asshole gaped back at me and I wasted no time in replacing my hand with the narrow tip of the buttplug. It was about an inch wider than my hand and I had to smear more and more lube on it and order Katie to push like a good girl and take it all inside her. She froze, started whimpering ‘oh, oh, oh…’ but I knew this meant Katie just wanted some encouragement so I gave her a firm slap on the buttock.‘Daddy isn’t playing now you dumb slut. Swallow the plug!’ She leaned down on both elbow and thrust herself back. I kept pushing, smearing lube all round the plug as bit by bit it worked itself inside her.‘Oh Daddy…’ she cried but didn’t get to finish as suddenly the plug slid the rest of the way into her arse leaving just the base sticking out. I could hear Katie gasping. She hadn’t expected so much. I walked to the front of the bed and raised her up until she was sitting bum down on the bed, the plug pushing up inside her. She looked gorgeous. Slutty, pathetic and used but gorgeous.‘Did I do well Daddy?’ she asked and in reply I stuck my tongue down her throat, kissing her for just a few seconds before pulling back and letting her lick the spare lube from my hand.As she was sucking on my hand and moaning gently with pleasure at the feeling of the plug inside her – there was a knock at the door.TBC…

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