Mistress

The word "Mistress" rippled through the stairwell in a breathy chorus, cherry-glossed lips forming perfect O's as the silver-clad goddess behind James pressed closer. Her latex-sheathed cock twitched hot and insistent against the denim seam of his jeans, each tiny thrust leaving damp streaks of precum like molten silver on the rough fabric.

James gasped as sharp teeth grazed his earlobe, not quite breaking skin, but promising, while manicured fingers walked down his chest in a stiletto-tap rhythm. The other rubber-clad figures swayed closer, their synchronised breathing hitching as they watched, glossy nails dragging along their own straining cocks in perfect unison.

"Poor lost thing," the silver-clad Mistress purred again, her hot breath making James shiver as her latex-clad fingers crept lower. "Oh, Richie told me all about you..." A slick, cherry-glossed tongue traced the shell of his ear. "I thought you would have been a slut already." Her hips rolled against him, the thick heat of her cock leaving molten trails through his jeans. "But no... I suppose it's up to me."

The stairwell erupted in breathy giggles, the other sissiboi's swaying closer, their glossy nails tracing hungry circles over their own straining latex.

The silver-clad Mistress’s laughter dripped like melted sugar as her fingers hooked into James’ belt loops. “Richie was deliciously stubborn too,” she murmured, her cherry-glossed lips grazing the fluttering pulse in his throat. The stairwell hummed with the slick sound of latex thighs rubbing in hungry anticipation, the sissiboi’s synchronised breath hitching as their Mistress’ silver-painted nails scraped down the front of James’ jeans.

Mistress ran her eyes over the amassed group of sissiboi sluts as she whispered into James's ear "You are just like these former neighbours of yours a weak willed man, until I came along." She eased up to bellow out “Look at you all now, my perfect, dripping harem.”

A moan rippled through the ranks as if on cue, glistening cocks twitching in unison, pearly strands pooling onto the steps.

A slick click-click of stilettos echoed from behind as Richie and Dannie swayed into view, hips rolling in perfect sync, their glossy lips parted in breathless anticipation. The silver-clad Mistress chuckled darkly, her grip tightening on James’ belt as Richie’s fingers trailed up her own latex-sheathed cock with slow, practiced strokes, exactly how she’d done it alone in the dorm, but now under the hungry gaze of the harem.

Danni's breath hitched, cherry gloss smearing as she mirrored Richie’s movements, their cocks dripping in time with the slick squish of latex.

"That's it, girls," their Mistress mewled, her silver-painted nails tracing slow circles over James' trembling stomach. "Get this slut ready for their rebirth."