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This kind of a sequel to "What Girls Really Want" in which young Erin falls for the beautiful and wicked Misty May who believes in black superiority and indoctrinates Erin in her way of how things should be for white boys. The characters are the same but it is really a gay story as opposed to the first one, which was primarily heterosexual. This story contains heavy gay themes and scenarios and is rather intense, so be warned!

 

Erin Gets Gayed

by Jocksissy

 

I did not want to get out of the car. Shaking and scared, I glanced over at Misty with the most pleading look I could muster. "Ppp…lease honey I'm scared. I don't want to do this. Can't we do it some other time?" I was so frightened my lips were trembling out of control.

"Now now sweetie, we both know this is for your own good. When Chris asked me if you were gay I was stumped. When he said you really should be, if you weren't already, it made perfect sense. I mean, we both know you can't possible satisfy me or any other women. One look at your panty covered quick shooting micro peenie and any women would instantly lose all respect and sexual desire for you. Right? So maybe Chris was onto something I thought. I mean, maybe you can serve some good sucking cock and taking it in your little pansy pussy from horny men. Some men don't have very cooperative wives. You could really help these guys out by being their cum receptacle. I think they would really appreciate having a worthless fag cum dump like you to humiliate and unload into. I'm just trying to help you find a purpose sweetie. I love having you as my maid and pussy licker after some total black stud plants his load in me, but this way you could really do some good for people. Besides, this being the black part of town, you could show all these black men what white boys like you are really good for. In fact the next time they saw a cute white girl with her boyfriend they would know that deep down he was probably a panty wearing sissy, and that the girl would need some real cock. What a role model you would be. Gosh I would be so proud of you." I had been with her so long now her twisted logic actually made sense to me. As usual, one of her demeaning pep talks had made me feel better.

"Now Missy I will be back in about six or seven hours. Maybe longer if Chris wants me to do one of his friends again. Heck, it might even be tomorrow morning if things go well. Chris's new business is taking off and he has some new clients in too. So, I really have no idea how long I will be. He likes to offer me up to close business deals. I've talked to the manager and told her about you so don't worry about having to stay extra long. She says sissies are good for business. Oh yeah, she didn't believe me when I said I made you wear a cage on your dinky. Make sure you show her. Anyway, take your cute little pink purse and get in there missy. And remember; treat everyone with the respect they deserve. Show them how far you've come in realizing how incompetent you are as a man and how you're willing to do other things to compensate for that. Shoo shoo, now go."

I felt a little better as I stepped out of the car. I heard Misty immediately get on the cell phone and the last thing I heard was her laughing and say "the little fairy is actually doing it" as she sped away in the new Lexus I was paying for. I still drove a mid eighties Honda.

As I approached the door I started to get scared again. It was an extremely seedy place on the bad part of town. I wanted to run away but there was nowhere to run. The only money I had was the five-dollar entrance fee in my purse. It would not have been half as bad if I weren't wearing what I was. I was dressed in Misty's favorite outfit of mine. Dark blue daisy dukes cut almost like a thong so my ass hung way out. I have a total bubble butt so there was a lot showing. The front rode way up too so there was only a couple inches of denim on the sides and front. They were so tight I could barely breathe. My long shaven legs tapered down to black three-inch platform sandals. My shirt was a hot pink girls t-shirt with ruffles on the collar and sleeves and the word pansy written in purple right across the front. It was also very tight. Underneath I could feel my peenie stretching against the chastity cage Misty made me wear now. The makeup I had on was very thickly applied. Heavy mascara and eyeliner and fifty layers of red lipstick gave me what Misty called a perfect cocksucker look. My nails were painted bright matching red on both my toes and fingers. Gold hoop earrings and blonde wig completed the look.

Six months ago I would have trouble wearing this but the diet Misty had me on of white rice three times a day had claimed any fat on my body, as well as any muscle. I was six one and a hundred and sixty pounds. Before Misty I had been a solid well-defined two hundred pounds even.

I almost started to cry as I opened the door. My chest was pumping at a heart attack inducing rate. I knew I could never pass for a girl. Everyone who saw me would know what I was. There was a small entryway with a window and another door next to it. I heard a buzzer go off and a very large middle-aged black woman opened the window. She casually looked up and did a double take. "Well, well you must be Erin. I had a nice long talk with your girlfriend today." She had a big smile on her face, as she looked me up and down. "Hi pansy, I'm Shirley she said reading the words on my shirt. " Yes you are definitely the sissy she described you as. Sometimes we get you little fairies in here looking for that superior black cock. Can't blame you. Misty told me about your little problem" she sarcastically said glancing down and laughing. "Maybe you bitches think some of that big cock will rub off on ya and make your little tadpoles grow." She laughed at her own joke as I blushed. "Let me ask you a question girly boy. Is it true that she makes you wear a cage on your dicklet and that you cant even touch it without her permission?" A look of skepticism was displayed as she waited for her answer. "Yes Ma'am, I'm not allowed to touch it without her permission." I pulled out my plastic cage to show her as Misty had instructed me. It looked incredibly small as usual, all shriveled up in the plastic. I was let out so infrequently I had trouble achieving erections when I actually was let out "Oh my, she wasn't lying after all. I would never have believed a man would let a woman do that to them. Will wonders never cease? Well I guess you're not really man anyway, eh princess?" I nodded my head in shame. "Damn, you are one lucky white faggot to find a girl that puts up with you" she said shaking her head in disgust. "Okay pansy, it will be five dollars. Oh, I almost forgot. Your girlfriend said you could help clean out the booths if she was late. I have trouble finding someone to clean up all the cum but I think that would be really perfect job for someone like you." I reached in my dainty purse and handed her the money. I stung with embarrassment at her comments. I was used to Misty and her boyfriend's taunts but a stranger saying them made it really hit home. Maybe I really was only good for one thing.

As the door buzzed open I slowly walked through and sheepishly looked around. There were about seven people in the main part of the bookstore and they all looked over at me at the same time. A few laughed, two shook their heads in disgust, and the other three looked at me hungrily like a piece of meat. Misty had told me to go look at the gay videos and that's what I did. Very nervously I picked up a copy of a video called white boy gangbang and was looking at the back cover of the box when I felt something behind me. I stopped breathing as I felt warm breath on my neck. "What you looking at pansy" a voice whispered in my air as I felt a very rough pinch on my overexposed ass. I yelped and heard him laugh. "Damn if yo bitch ass aint a sight to see. Been awhile since I saw such a phat assed faggot in here." I looked back and saw a fiftish black man about medium height with quite a tummy on him in some old clothes. Honestly I would have thought he was homeless if I saw him on the street his clothes were that shabby. I felt his hands start fondling my ass. I was scared, nervous and excited. Panicking for moment, I tried to move away from his pawing hands. As I struggled in my wimpish way with him he suddenly stopped, turned me around roughly and slapped me across the face! It was so hard and loud it sounded like a gunshot. "I don't take no shit off no white boys, got it? Especially off some queer showing his bitch ass in cutoff jeans and who's obviously just asking for it". I nodded as I shuck violently I was starting to cry as he brought my face to his with his hand and started kissing me very deeply. He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. It was so strong I almost gagged. His hands were on my ass as we made out in front of everyone. I heard Shirley tell someone that Earl had a thing for fucking effeminate white boys. "Shirley" he yelled loudly never taking his hands off my ass. "Two for the theatre." I faintly heard her respond and the next thing I knew I was being escorted to the back through a door. He guided me with his hand on my ass. He took mine and put it down his sweat pants. He told me to play with it as we walked. I glanced over and saw Shirley smirking at me as we left the main room. Here I was being felt up and taken back for god knows what within five minutes of coming in. Everyone knew exactly what was going to happen.

Leading me down a row of booths we reached another door, which we went through. It was dark and there was a movie playing. A girl was being pounded in the ass by one of the biggest dicks I have ever seen. I could see about ten rows of seats and about a six people sitting in the dim light. All were black. He led me to the back and sat down. Pulling me on his lap I felt like the biggest whore in the world. The guys up front turned around and started watching. His hands were all over my body. Squeezing, pinching, and pulling. I lay there passively. I could feel his hard prick underneath my ass.

"Grind on it bitch, shake that faggoty ass" he ordered. I complied and started lewdly shaking my rump on his prick. He was sucking on my neck giving me a hicky. His hand came to my crotch and I felt him stop when he felt the hard plastic of my cage. He made me explain to him why I was wearing it. Misty had prepared me for this so I told him how I was inadequate in bed and my girlfriend kept me locked up for that reason. Earl told me he was surprised any girl would want such an obvious panty-wearing sissy for a boyfriend. I told him I was very lucky and that the reason I was here was that she thought I was better off being gay. He agreed as he pulled up my shirt and roughly started pinching my nipples until I was moaning very loudly He told me it wasn't high pitched and girlish enough so he continued until I got it right. The others in the theatre had their dicks out now and were watching and making comments.

 

"Holy shit, would you look at that."

"His shirt says pansy, and goddamn if he isn't one."

"Coming in here dressed like that, that's just an open invitation man"

"That's is baby, show us what your good for."

"Look he's hairless, just like a baby."

 

After several minutes he grabbed me by the hair and roughly shoved me down between his legs. Quickly unzipping his fly he grabbed my fake blonde hair and impaled my mouth on his big and very thick tool. My very first cock. I knew Misty would be proud. I thought his breath smelled bad. His cock was worse. It was strong and pungent smelling, and tasting. I tried to pull off but he used both hands to keep me in place. He started to buck up into my face and I could feel his cock going further and further into my throat with each thrust. Glancing over I saw one of the other guys going through my purse. Luckily there was only makeup in it. My eyes were tearing up further. I could feel my mascara and eyeliner running. "Damn, you white boys are always the best cocksuckers. MMM MMMM they must teach that shit in school. How to suck a black cock one oh one." He laughed hard at this.

I heard one of the other guys say, "damn I aint gay but fuck am I horny watching this shit." One of the other guys counseled him with "shit, that bitch don't count as any man. Look at him. Any man you know dress like that or suck dick like that. That's a goddamn piece of ass is all. Just some punked out white bitch knowing learning what he's good for. This seemed to work on all of them and I felt the room draw closer in around me. Earl was close to cumming I could tell as I felt hands roaming my sissified body. He tensed up and just before shooting said "Oh my god here it comes you prissy little faggot." I didn't even taste anything, as he was so deep in my throat it went straight to my tummy.

As I lay there on all fours recovering, I felt one of the guys trying to pry my super tight shorts off. Another one told the guy next to me he was going to make me pay for something or another that happened to him at some job he had. All I got out of it was that he had some white boss that fired him. It was a battle for him but soon the ultra revealing daisy dukes slid down my long legs. Slapping my ass hard I took the signal and lifted up my small-heeled feet for him to take them off. I always had small feet. Just than I realized what I was wearing underneath as I heard two of them laugh. Misty had made me stitch some gold sparkly lettering onto a pair of pink panties. The ones I was wearing now. With my ass sticking straight at the group the word boytoy was sparkling right in front of them displayed across my round ass. "This is unbelievable" one of them said. "I can't believe what a complete and utterly shameless slut this bitch is. I'm going to rape this dainty fucking cunt whether she likes or not. The five guys rudely lifted me up and put me on a seat on my knees. I was so scared of what was going to happen I was trying to be as passive as possible, to keep them from severely hurting me. I was positioned so my knees were together and my ass was sticking up. My chest was on the top of the seat. Earl sat right next to me recovering.

"Bitch you got no idea how bad you going to get it" one of the men told me ripping my cute pink panties off in one try. Earl took them and used them to wipe off his dick. The guys all had their pricks out. With my ass displayed right in front of them they could see the extra large black butt plug I was wearing. "What the fuck is that?" one of them asked. "Oh nothing that just means this prissy little white cunt is ready for us" one of the others replied. "Its almost a shame she's all lubed up. I was looking forward to tearing into her dry." I started to say something about using rubbers but they laughed and said who was going to make them. Two guys got in front of me and started feeding me their dicks, taking turns slapping my face with them and having me suck them. I was ordered to push as one of the guys behind me started pulling on my plug. I felt it pop out and immediately felt empty. I was used to the full feeling now, being forced to wear the plug twenty four seven. It wasn't long though before I felt something a lot longer and thicker start to intrude. I moaned and cried into the dicks in my mouth as I felt my homosexual virginity taken from me. He entered in one long push and started viciously plowing my boy pussy. It felt like something ripping me up from the inside. Burning. I was full out crying now. They loved it. "Oh that's it princess cry like the little white wimp we know you are. Oh look the little faggot has met his match"

The two guys left out were jerking off and rubbing their cocks all over me. I felt one in my ear. The other guy had me jerk him while he pinched and pulled my nipples. The guy trying to fuck my ear started getting really crazy and was talking about whipping me and fucking me up. Making me pay. It was the same crazy guy as before. This guy just hated white boys I thought to myself. I felt honored to give him an outlet for his anger but I was getting very nervous with his threats. Suddenly I felt searing pain on my ass and a loud smack. "That's it you white cunt, take my belt. I'm going to whip your fat white ass all night you little bitch." My ass was on fire when he started on my back. The guy fucking me had told him to stay away from his dick with the belt. I thought I was going to pass out. I didn't think they would stop if I did. The guy bare backing my ass tensed up and I knew he had just shot a load. I felt one of the guys I was blowing shoot around the same time. This triggered the other guy at my mouth and he jacked off on my face shooting long tendrils of slime all over my prettily made up face. The crazy guy had his entrance now. He flipped me around and started slapping me hard across the face. He told me to apologize. I didn't know what for. I said I was sorry over and over as he repeatedly hit me with his open hand. I was a drooling sobbing mess. He threw me on the floor. I landed on my back. He jumped on me and took my legs and pinned them behind my head. I thought they were going to snap. With my ass sticking up he fell down on my with his dick going straight in my hole. The one other guy who hadn't cum yet came over and held my legs as the insane one started fucking me as hard as he could. There was a load smacking noise as each power thrust hit home. He put his hands around my throat and started choking me. The guy holding my legs, inspired by the depravity, turned around and sat on my face. "French kiss my asshole little girl, and it better be good or I'll let James here take you home for the weekend. Damn this is nice. We can do all the things to you no self-respecting person would ever allow" So that was the guy choking me to death's name. I tried to do my best. Passionately kissing and sucking his dirty but hole. I imagined it was Misty's perfectly tasting pussy. It didn't' work. At some point I think I passed out from the abuse. Nothing changed as I came to, other than I felt the guy's whose asshole I had been licking switch positions and jack off all over my face. He aimed for my eyes. I could barely see when James started talking crazy again.

"That's it you dumb sissy bitch. Take my cock." He was yelling. I noticed, through cum coated eyes, at this time that other people had come in the theater and were watching the whole thing. I even saw Shirley shaking her head and smoking a cigarette. "Beg me cunt, beg me to put a black baby in your white butt! Do it! Beg for my superior black cock you fucking queer"

"Please sir, please shoot a baby into my white sissy butt sir. Please knock me up," I repeated over and over. It made no sense but for some reason I felt my peenie weenie have some feelings in its cage. It wasn't getting hard. It knew better than that. As I told him what he wanted to hear I imagined him actually impregnating me and than it happened. I felt a deep pleasure building. I looked up and he knew it too. "Oh sir" I screamed you're making my dinky shooooooooooooooooooooot." A clear dribble started dribbling out of my locked up dicklet. Everyone in the room started laughing and pointing. I embraced the humiliation. Soon James came too shooting deep inside my abused pussy. I saw a few other guys start to unzip and come over.

I was inside that theatre for a good eight hours fucking and sucking all night. At one point two guys, who could have been related to James for their meanness, stuck both their engorged dicks up my ass at the same time. It was the only way they could get friction they told the people watching. No one spoke to me or asked me anything all night unless it was taunts or verbal abuse. I didn't exist to them as a person. Just a piece of queer meat. I wondered a few times if Misty was having a good time. I knew she was. I also knew that when she called me gay I couldn't say anything anymore. I was her little pantywaist queer boyfriend now.

I was passed out on the floor when Shirley came and woke me up by putting her shoe in my mouth. "Wake up Sissy, time to clean the booths" I groggily pulled myself up. I was starting to get very sore everywhere and most of my body was covered in welts and bruises. She wasn't sympathetic. I started to look for my clothes but couldn't find them. "Oh I threw those away," she told me. "They were all ripped and ruined anyway. James kept your pretty pink panties as a souvenir. And Earl kept your purse to give his granddaughter. Said she loved pink." I forgot James had made me write my phone number and address down on my panties at one point. Said I was going to be hearing from him real soon. I got up wearing only my platform sandals. My hairless body glistening with cum. I noticed words written in lipstick on my body. Sissy, cocksucker, white hole, worthless, to name a few. I followed Shirley out naked with no shame. She gave me a very skimpy thong to wear she said someone had left in one of the booths. It had cum stains all over it. Allowing me to get a little cleaned up, there wasn't much I could do looking in the mirror at my makeup-streaked face. I basically had to wash most of it off to look halfway decent. I spend the next few hours cleaning up the messes in the booth. The few early morning stragglers fondled me and tried pulling me into their booths as I worked. It was a disgusting job. I had paper towels and a Windex bottle I used on all the surfaces in each booth.

I was on my hands on knees towards the end of the row scrubbing with my thong-covered ass sticking up when I felt a slap on the already abused flesh. Looking up I saw one of the few white guys I had seen since my arrival. The others had been trolling for black dick. "Hey, I heard that fat bitch up front talking about you. She said you pulled a train. That true faggot?" he asked me. Looking up with exhausted eyes I froze in terror. The man standing in front of me was a guy I had known in high school and still occasionally saw around town, Kevin Roald. I quickly looked down and tried to continue working. "Hey faggot, you can take some time off" he told me, grabbing me by my blonde wig and pulling up till I was looking straight at him. "Holy shit, Aaron is that you?" he asked with a look of astonishment on his face. Lifting up my blonde hair around my head he started laughing. "Oh my god, look at you. Hahahahah. This is too good. The captain of the basketball team cleaning up cum in dirty bookstore dressed like a poof. Damn, you always acted so high and mighty in high school. Now look at you. Does Misty know?" he asked me. I sat there with him holding my head up in utter shame. At least before no one had really known who I was. "Answer me sissy," he said rudely in a hard voice. I reverted to the passive role I had learned to embrace so well, and complied, nodding my head up and down. "Yes sir." "Damn right bitch you call me sir. Shit I would have loved telling her. Well I think it is only right you panty wearing ninny, you give me what your gave all these other men."

With that he unzipped his fly and pulled out his already erect cock. I knew what to do and in another degrading and self-esteem killing moment in a long list of them I dutifully opened my mouth and started sucking. "That's right, you're going to be my little cumdump. Man this is hot. You're just like some white trash crack whore or something. I'd fuck your slutty little pussy but god knows what I'd catch you dirty smelly bitch." He laughed hard at the humiliation he was inflicting on me. "Oh god wait till I tell everyone about you. It's going to be great. Hey do me favor and email me a picture of you all dressed up so I can show everyone." He made me promise pulling his dick out of my mouth long enough for me to say yes. Our high school reunion was in two months. As I resumed my work on his dick I felt a wet lump hit me in the forehead. "Oh don't worry gaywad I just spit on you," he said opening his mouth and starting to drool all over my sissy face. "I always wanted to do that to some sick homo like you. Hey make sure you're all dressed up tomorrow night. Me and some guys are going out and I want to show them whatever became of mister too good for everyone else jock boy. He started to get really into fucking my face. "Oh god, princess I'm going to cream your butt licking little mouth." With that I felt him shoot a hard load in my waiting orifice. I swallowed with out even thinking about it. It was what I did now. Shyly looking up I saw a very satisfied gloating smile on his face. "Oh man princess that was hot, I'm going to be seeing a lot more of you, you sweet little pansy. Wiping his dick off in my hair he started walking away, only stopping to look back and laugh twice. I knew it was going to be very tough to show my face anywhere from now on.

I finished cleaning the booths and went and found Shirley. Sitting up front at the checkout desk she had her usual smirk. It was about ten a.m. now and I was soon going to drop dead I felt so tired. The guy who took over the day shift for Shirley came in and they had a good laugh talking about me right in front of my face. Making me bend over, she showed the man my battered and widely gaping asshole. He had a look of disgust and cringed. The phone rang. After a few moments Shirley told me Misty was waiting outside. She said I could return anytime.

I slowly made my way out front and saw the love of my life waiting for me in the car. As I got in I noticed there were towels laid out on the seat. "Phew you stink," she told me as I collapsed into the seat. "Try and stay on the towels gay boy. I don't' want a big mess in here. Looks like someone lost their clothes," she said looking down at my denuded peenie in the thong. On the drive home she made me tell her every gory detail as she laughed and looked wide eyed at a few of the things. She thought it was great that I had been outed with my friends. She told me it showed real class giving Kevin a blowjob and that she was proud of her little fairy. Asking me how I felt about it all, she was very glad to learn that I truly knew I was gay now and very inferior to real men in general. She looked a little surprised when I thanked her for all she had for me and for staying with me. With her most patronizing smile she next told me that she so happy with the turn of events, that her and Sandy had agreed that I would work a few days a week at the bookstore cleaning up booths. Shirley would pay me a dollar fifty an hour, which Misty thought a very generous payment. The big shocker was that she said she was so proud of me that she was going to have sex with me for only the second time in our relationship when we got back, and not just the oral I always gave her. I knew she didn't mean intercourse. For me sex was her putting a pair of panties around my dinky, so she didn't have to have contact with it, and me having thirty seconds to hump her motionless hand as she looked on in disgust. I was so excited I nearly creamed myself right there.

 

Written by JockSissy aka Sissy Erin

 

What happens next to our poor little Sissy?

What will happen when his friends find out?

Does Erin have even a shred of self-respect left (the answer to this one is easy)?

Will Misty stay with Erin or leave him for her much better endowed and skilled black lover?

Please write and tell me what you think at prissysissystl@hotmail.com. I answer all email.

  

  

  

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