Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
My Boyfriend, Bob, isn’t good at anything but taking cock. Once I started slutting him out, our relationship really turned around. Since it’s the holiday season, and giving back is essential to me, I told my little Sissy slut Faggot that we were going to the Mall for a bit of charity work. Bob complained at first, ya know, because he is so lazy and selfish. However, when I told him that I wanted him to dress like the Talent Show scene in Mean Girls and pleasure all of the Husbands who’d been dragged to the Mall for last-minute Christmas shopping, his tune sure changed.
I dressed up my sissy slut faggot in white fishnets, tall white thigh-high heeled boots, and a red velvet skirt with fuzzy white trim. The tiny crop top that matched the skirt showed off Bob’s sexy abs and did nothing to hide his excitement. “Should you cage my sissy clit?” He asked me as he painted his lips Candycane red.
Sissy Slut Bob’s Holiday Shopping Spree
“No, I love watching how hard you get while getting spit-roasted by strangers’ cocks.” He blushed and finished getting ready. When we arrived at the Mall, the parking lot was packed. It was Christmas madness as shoppers fought over Holiday deals and stuffed their arms full of materialistic nonsense. “We’ll start in Dillards, those ******, stuck-up housewives deny their husbands so much, they’ll be backed up with cum.”
“Everyone’s looking at me, Honey,” Bob whispered as we pushed through the crowd. I smiled wickedly and pointed to the dressing room.
“Go get on your knees in the big stall with all the mirrors, I’m gonna start handing out your sissy slut faggot business cards and see if any of these bored Hubbys wanna come fuck your face.” You can’t imagine how quickly those Husbands dropped the packages and bags in their hands. They rushed for the dressing room, pulling their cocks free before even entering the stall to fuck and stretch my boyfriend’s holes.
Word got around the Mall quickly, and Bob spent hours on his hands and knees, then flipped to his back, and by the time he hobbled out of that dressing room, he was covered in more cum than there was snow on the ground!
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