Mouph

You curse yourself for your deviant desires. Your caged cock is begging to be milked, and the plastic plug stretching your starving sissy hole is giving you horrifying hints at how to earn sweet release. But staring at the alpha cock throbbing tantilizingly in front of you, the mind fuck of your sticky sweet sissy morning, the sheer size and stature of your neighbor's cock...you know he deserves to be serviced.

You manage to mumble out a needful moan, "Mmmyph mmmouph!" Mr. Roberts doesn't need any further invitation. He shoves his thick cock past your pretty, plump lips and down your hungry throat. Hard, throbbing, thrusting flesh caresses every suffering inch of your raw, ravaged throat. Your clit swells, suffering sweetly in your cage. Your eyes roll back in your head as you blindly, blissfully gorge on grandpa's girthy cock.

"That's it,ungh bitch. Take it all. Filthy unh faggots like you were born to take real men's nnngh cocks!" You barely notice that you've got him using actual swears and it causes your clit to swell painfully with pride. You slobber slavishly around his stud cock. Your weak, willing neck thrusts desperately against his pounding prick and it's pushed back effortlessly by his insistent thrusting thickness. Your hands trail up his age-defying hard abs, his strength making you feel so wonderfully weak.

"Fuck! God Damn! Shit! Hell! Cuss!" You're buttoned up bully neighbor unleashes a string of profanity and thick streams of creamy cum down your greedy gullet. Your clit drools and dribbles agonized against your pathetic prison. Your entire body shudders and quivers in aching need. You realize shamefully that the ache and the agony is what you really desire...what you deserve. Unfortunately...or forunately for you, so does Mr. Roberts.

"Well I'll be double dog deed, I haven't found a bee word like you since my days in the marines. You always knew you needed to serve, and now you've found the spigot to milk. I tell you what. I'll keep your secret, and you'll keep the cage, and every morning you'll come over to do chores and if you really put in an effort, I'll feed you my...uhm thingy."

Broken, bitched, and blissful, you beam up at your new owner before mumbling, "Yeph thir."