Neighbours - Chapter 52 - Sex Stories

Neighbours - Chapter 52

... in. I had this feeling that honest and caring were part of my role, since the whole enterprise seemed to be about exposing my submission.

If a man asked me how much I loved sucking cock or getting fucked, I tried to answer as completely as I could, feeling myself re-live the sensations with each word. If another sissy asked about how I got into his predicament, I shared the story of being discovered. No matter how many times I told it, I could still fear that fear and panic as fresh as it had felt that day.

There was a long message from Mallory and it was so sweet and erotic. She shared every emotion that he felt, being with me in that little hotel room. I had to agree with everything. It had been so personal and sensual. It had been so private, even as we both knew how public it would be soon.

The hours kept passing and I was starting to feel the reality that this was work too. There were so many photos to go through and to categorise and group into posts. I started thinking about how many photos should be in each post, or how I should tease them out, so that I kept my subscribers satisfied without burning through them too quickly. It was abundantly clear that there was only one way to get more content to post, and that was by serving and submitting.

It was just towards the end of my lunch break when Cheryl called. I was sitting at our kitchen island, finishing off a sandwich, and the break from routine startled me for a moment.

“Hi love, is everything good?” ...

... I asked.

“Oh yes, it’s all great. I just wanted to let you know that Lydia called me and asked me out to dinner with her. If that’s okay, I’m going to go, so I won’t be home to eat.”

“Oh, of course. Sure, that sounds fun. Have a good time,” I said. It wasn’t easy, but it was perhaps getting easier.

I actually felt a bit guilty at how quickly I began thinking about what that meant for me, alone, with more hours of privacy.

“Thanks, I’m sure we will. I’ll try not to be too late. Still gotta work tomorrow!” she said.

We said our goodbyes and ended the call. Perhaps it was easier to think about what might happen with me rather than let myself imagine what Lydia and Cheryl would be up to.

I didn’t have too long to ponder. It was perhaps five minutes after Cheryl called that the phone rang again, bringing Liam’s name to the screen of my phone.

“Hello, Master,” I answered.

“It seems my sissy will have some free time this evening,” he said, and I could hear the smile on his lips.

“Yes, Master, it does.”

“Tell me, when you were stroking David’s cock yesterday, you wanted more, didn’t you?”

I blushed. Even my thoughts seemed like an open book to him.

“Yes, Master. Crissy did want more, Master,” I confessed.

“Tell me what you wanted, sissy.”

“Crissy wanted to suck his cock, Master. Crissy wanted to taste his cum, Master.”

“Good girl. What a cum-addicted little slut you are.”

“Yes, Master. Crissy is a cum-addicted slut, Master.”

“Well, ...