Dirk isn't going anywhere.

You wake up, achy and sore and feeling like you swallowed a pillow. You fumble around trying to figure out why your clothes feel so strange and then you look down to see you are still wearing your sister's cum crusted clothes and it all comes rushing back to you...

OhmyGodIstrokedDirk'scockIsmeltitIrubbeditonmyfuckingfaceohnoohnoohnoIcouldn'tIwouldn'tIdidIsuckedhiscockIreallysuckeditIohGodIswallowedIcameIaskedhimtospendthenightIdressedupforhimIlethimtreatmelikeagirlIohfuckmylifeIkissedhimlikealotlikewaymorethannecessaryThenIlethimfuckmenonoIbeggedhimtofuckmeandIloveditandIandIohfuckishestillhere?!

You peel off your sister's cum stained clothes and put on some pajama bottoms and a tshirt and creep quietly down the stairs. You vaguely remember Dirk making some creepy threats last night and all you want to do is get rid of him and try to forget last night ever happened. You smell a familiar odor and your heart sinks.

"Oh, word, you're finally up, Brian. Though I was hoping to see 'Brandi' instead. Ha ha, don't worry, homie. I'm just fucking with you. Take a hit of this and join me in waking and baking." He hands you a lit joint and you want to just say no, tell him to head home, tell him he'll never see "Brandi" again...but you NEED to take a hit. Something to take the edge off, unravel the knot in your guts, and help you avoid thinking about how empty your ass feels for some frightening reason.

You take a deep hit and the hot smoke fills your lungs and shaves off the sharp edges in your mind. You try to hand it to Dirk, but he waves you off, so you take another, deeper hit. This one has your muscle relaxing, practically unknitting as you fall into a kitchen chair and smile. You take another deeper hit and you feel your self start to feel good again, your puffy nipples throb, your clit aches and drools, and your sissy cunt hungers for breakfast. You finish the joint and you don't even care that you just thought of your cock as a clit and your asshole as a cunt.

"So I was thinking instead of fucking your bitch of a sister all day, you could steal her clothes, we could fuck like bunnies, and you could tell me what you're sissy name is." Dirk pulls you into a kiss and you take a long hard hit off his tongue, your brain melting and your body following suit as he slips a hand down your pajama bottoms, groping your ass and teasing your pussy lips.

"Call me Barbie" you fall to your knees and unzip his jeans. His hard cock springs out and bonks you on the head. You squeal out a girly giggle and begin planting sloppy kisses all over it. A part of you realizes vaguely that you just surrendered something important, something you can never take back, maybe the final thing, and all without a fight. The rest of you tells that nerd to shut up while you're sucking cock and taking names. Or is it taking cock and sucking names? Hee hee. It doesn't matter. What matters is how good it burns sliding aaaaaaaalllll the way dooooooown your throat. Like a nice hard hit. You aren't a hundred percent sure that you aren't getting higher off his cock, so you suck it harder just to make sure.

"Fuuuuuck yesssssss! Barbie, your throat is noice! Here it comes, take my fucking load, fag!" You wonder why he has to call you a fag, but not so much that you don't greedily gobble his thick seed. Like the first time, your own pathetic prick shoots off and stains your pants as you buzz and glow and suckle down every last drop.

You look up at him adoringly, blushingly, basking in his dominating presence. "Not bad for a virgin, but you need more experience if you are gonna make me any money. Let's head upstairs and find you something cute to wear. We're headed on a field trip." He hands you another joint and you know you shouldn't hit it, but his words were so ominous and exciting and you don't want to have to think anymore...

You take a deep hit...and you're in your sister's room...swimming in the cool air as it caresses your naked skin...

You take another deeper hit...and you are wearing a glossy pink latex corset that gives you the illusion of cleavage, a matching pleated "skirt" that more resembles a belt and shows off your pink rubber panties with the zipper in back, and the latex thigh high boots caressing your legs...not to mention the pretty pink mask highlighting your pretty pink lips and sultry, dreamy eyes...

You take a deeperer hit...and you are in Dirk's van, sucking his cock, lost in how naughty and yet natural it feels. Oblivious to the minor fact that you are dressed in freaky fetish gear, slobbing a knob in a creeper van headed who know's where. All you need to know is you are beautiful, probably can fly, and your clit is as hard as a precious diamond. Dirk fills your mouth with his hot cum and you suck it up like savory munchies. You spurt in your rubber panties and your tongue lolls. You want more...

"Here we are, Barbie. Time to get you some practice sucking and fucking." Oooh goodie, you get fed again so soon...but where is the trough?