Sunday morning cumming down.

You wake up Sunday morning with no way to hold your head that doesn't hurt. You stir with Dirk's arm still wrapped around you while he snores loudly, dead to the world. You are wearing your sister's cheerleader uniform and your face is sticky with Dirk's dried cum. You vaguely remember him telling you to wear it to sleep last night. At the time, feeling so stoned and slutty, it was such a turn on. Now its uncomfortable, gross, and deeply humiliating.

You wish you could just die. You'll never live down all the things you did last night...things you begged for...things you came up with that were almost too twisted even for Dirk. You want to blame the **** for making you high and horny, but even if they were to blame for unlocking your inner sissy slut, you still had to have something to unlock in the first place. And now that you know how good getting fucked feels, cumming from just your pathetic clit feels barely stronger than a sneeze. You...NEED cock...

Dirk's cock is laying thick and veiny and crusty against your thigh. It feels so humiliating and disgusting...so why do you want to suck it so bad? You aren't high, yet you know it's the **** you truly crave, and the cure to your hangover. But when...if...you take him in your mouth, it will be the final surrender, the admission of what you both know to be true. But why delay the inevitable? How long after Dirk wakes up will you last before begging to taste his thick meat? Even if he doesn't **** you, **** you, or just get you stoned and slutty, you know you need his cock.

You sigh and resign yourself to your faggoty fate. You slip under his arm and down to his crusty cock. You begin to clean it with your tongue, relishing the almost pungent flavors it's been marinating in over night. You feel him swell in your mouth and feel yourself throb in your panties. You are blushing all over as you wrap your plump lips around his cock head slide down his shaft. You hope against hope that you can suck a creamy load down to take the edge off before he wakes up. But the more desperately you suck, the more Dirk seems to stir...

"Unh huh? Oh hey sissy, thanks for the friendly wake up. You keep this up, and then I'll get you nice and high and we can fuck all day." You moan and whimper and slobber on his shaft. It's better this way. If you accept your role as a sissy slut, then you can sink as deep as you want, and no one will ever expect any better from you. A perverse thought pops in your head, too naughty to ignore.

"Mmm why wait to fuck, when we can start the day off right?" You pull off his cock and then climb over him, pulling his throbbing prick up against your cunt and sliding down his slick shaft. He looks surprised, even a little disgusted at your sluttiness, but his cock doesn't seem to mind one bit. Your headache is gone, the aches melt alway across your bouncing bimbo body, and your sore, starving cunt is finally fed. You don't take long to spurt and spasm and sissygasm on his cock. He doesn't take long to fill your cunt with a fresh load of cream.

You kiss him deeply, he's a little hesitant due to his cum still crusted on your lips and face, but your hungry lips wear him down. You smile around his tongue as you realize he might have bit off more than he can chew. He wanted a little stoner sissy **** to corrupt and corral, and instead he's awoken a true deviant debutante, always eager to sink deeper and pull everyone else in with her.

Dirk has no idea what he's in for...but you have lot's of ideas...