Teetering

Thursday Afternoon –

Kyle sat frozen at his desk, heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. Vanessa stood over him in her sharp black suit, looking every bit the dominant predator she was. Her thick bulge was still pressed against his palm under the desk.

“You’ve been such a naughty little sissy this week,” she whispered, voice low and dripping with amusement. “All that porn you’ve been jerking your micro clit to… bi cuckold, trans gangbangs, endless SPH. Did you really think you could run away from what you are?”

Before Kyle could answer, Vanessa leaned down and kissed him hard right there in the middle of the open office. Her tongue invaded his mouth possessively while she ground his hand harder against her throbbing girl-cock. The kiss was deep, wet, and filthy. When she finally pulled back, Kyle’s lips were swollen and shiny.

“Meet me in the handicapped bathroom in three minutes,” she ordered quietly. “Don’t make me wait, clit-dick.”She walked away like she owned the place, leaving Kyle rock-hard, leaking, and terrified someone had seen them.He lasted ninety seconds before he stood up on shaky legs and hurried to the bathroom.

The moment he locked the door behind him, Vanessa was on him.She shoved him against the wall and kissed him again, rougher this time, while yanking his pants down. His tiny 2.5-inch micro cock sprang out, flushed dark pink and dripping precum like a faucet.Vanessa laughed cruelly as she wrapped two fingers around his entire length.“Look at this sad little thing. Still so fucking small. You really thought you could quit being a sissy?”

She stroked him viciously fast, foreskin flying. “All that porn this week and you never once came to pussy without thinking about cock, did you?”

Kyle whimpered, hips bucking helplessly into her hand.Vanessa pulled her own thick eight-inch girl-cock out. She slapped it hard against Kyle’s tiny penis repeatedly the heavy thwack thwack thwack sounds echoing in the bathroom. The size comparison was grotesque and humiliating.“Stroke it,” she commanded.Kyle obeyed instantly, wrapping both hands around her massive shaft while she continued jerking his pathetic micro clit with two fingers.“Good girl,” she purred, kissing him again. “Now get on your knees.”

She pushed him down onto the cold tile floor. The moment his knees hit, Vanessa grabbed his head and shoved her cock down his throat in one smooth thrust. Kyle gagged loudly, eyes watering as she fucked his face with long, deep strokes.“That’s it. **** on a real cock, you micro-dicked office sissy,” she groaned, holding his head in place. “This is what you’ve been craving all week while pretending to be normal Kyle.”

She face-fucked him mercilessly for several minutes, saliva dripping down his chin onto his shirt. Then she pulled out, spun him around, and bent him over the sink.Vanessa didn’t bother with much lube; she spat on her cock and pushed inside him in one brutal thrust. Kyle moaned like a whore as she buried all eight inches deep in his ass.“Fuck yes,” she growled, pounding him hard. “This hole missed me so much.”

Every savage thrust made Kyle’s tiny cock slap wetly against the sink cabinet. Vanessa reached around and jerked his micro penis rapidly while destroying his prostate.“Tell me what you are,” she demanded, slamming into him.“I’m a pathetic micro-clit sissy!”

Kyle gasped between moans. “I’m not a real man… I’m just a cock-hungry twink!”Vanessa laughed and fucked him even harder. She made him cum first a weak, hands-free sissygasm that splattered pathetically against the cabinet while she railed him. Then she pulled out, spun him around, and unloaded thick ropes of cum all over his face and into his open mouth.“Swallow it, slut.”Kyle obeyed, gulping down her load while staring up at her with glassy, broken eyes.Vanessa tucked her cock away and straightened her suit like nothing had happened.

“Tonight at 8. My place. Wear something pretty under your clothes. And Kyle?” She smirked. “Stop pretending. You were never going to make it as a normal man.”

She left him there pants around his ankles, face covered in cum, tiny spent cock still twitching leaning against the sink in the office bathroom.

Kyle looked at himself in the mirror: flushed, ruined, and already getting hard again.He knew he would be at her place at 8.That night, the porn he watched while waiting was even more depraved than before.He binged hours of **** SPH, CEI, and sissy training videos. He came twice while following instructions eating his own loads off his fingers while moaning “I’m a micro-clit faggot” to an empty room.

When he left for Vanessa’s, he was already leaking again.The resistance was crumbling fast.Say next for the continuation at Vanessa’s place.