Share Slade

You don't know where you find the twisted sense of confidence, if you want to prove yourself a better gurlfriend to Samantha than Slade can be a boyfriend, or if you want to prove to Slade that you can be a better sissy than her. Either way, you hear yourself say, "Let's share this manly meal, and see who he wants to devour," in a syrupy seductive tone so sweet, it gives you a hard on.

"Hell yeah! Now we got ourselves a real contest. We'll see who gets to be my favorite faggot bitch, and who gets to be the one to lap up my seed from the others sissy cunt." Slade shoves Samantha uncerimoniously to the floor, her needy whimpers trailing to the floor with her. Though you are still unsure which role you are fighting for, you leap on her longingly, swallowing her sweet sob with your soft lips and desperate darting tongue. As if instinctively, Samantha arches her ass and leans lovingly into your kiss. Slade snickers as he parts your pouty lips with his thick prick. Your tongues snake slobering around his shaft, straining and struggling to find your sissy sister's tongue around the impossibly immaculate girth.

"So UNHH tell me, sissies, all those times I accused you of trying to ANNH check me out in the showers, all the times I called you out for being NNNOH faggot closet cocksuckers, was I right?" You feel Samantha push you aside and watch helplessly as she swallows Slade's improbably huge shaft...do eleven inch cocks even exist outside of porn? You throb needily in your silky pantied prison, your throat throbs knowing it needs to feel Slade's cock stretching and filling it until you blissfully black out. A sick, sadistic sissy smirk parts your pretty pouty lips as you nuzzle Slade's balls as you realize, Samantha shouldn't have left her mouth full..

"Oooooh Slade, SLURP you're sooooo SMACK right! All those years I lied to myself and SHLLP you! I was always secretly-slurp-hoping you'd notice and put me in my faggoty SHHLK sissy SLURP Bitch KISSSSS place! I guess you should SMACK punish me for it." Slade growls in primal anger as he shoves Samantha from his cock. You beam in shameful bitchy pride as he looks down on you in delicious disgust. You don't know whether you slobbered your sissy spiel over his alpha balls because it was true, or because you know he wanted it to be. But the moment he straddles your soft, squirming sissy frame and spreads your hungry sissy cunt with his dominating, overwhelming, all consuming stud cock...it all becomes true.

"FUUUUCK! You are one UNNNH sick sissy slut! A natural born, bottom bimbo NNGH Bitch! I'm actually impressed. But be honest. Do you really want to UNNH win? Or were you NNNGH secretly hoping to convince me that you're such a NNNG sissy slave that I made you my bitch's bitch?" Samantha already seems to have accepted her defeat. She laps lovingly at Slade's cock, lubing it to slam deeper and deeper into your bitch hole, every thrust sending Sun-hot sweltering sissy shudders throughout every micron in your feminine form. You squirt and slobber, dribble and drool, explode into sticky shards down a sissy spiral sinking deeper and deeper.

So what does your depraved, delirious mind call out for? Be Slade's best sissy? Or surrender completely and be his sissy's slave?