I opened the door, just enough to poke my head through the gap until I was able to make eye contact with Debbie as she sat in a chair on the far side of the room. “Ready?” I asked, my painted red lips smiling as I asked the question.
Debbie nodded in reply and as I opened the door and stepped out into the room, I saw her smile at the outfit I was wearing. “Wow,” she said, “he will love the look when he gets to undress you.”
Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I felt a rush of joy at how perfectly I had managed to match the image that I had held in my mind since starting my journey. A blonde bob, held in place by a Tiara topped my heavily made-up face with red painted lips. Below, a white, cupless basque framed my large pale white breasts while helping to highlight the hourglass figure I had spent years shaping. Extending from the basque, suspenders held up white stockings that stopped just short of my broad hips and large bum, a gift from years of squats and hormones. Then finally, in the centre, uncovered and exposed as always required, a small, hairless, limp cock.
“Don will be happy when he sees you,” Debbie commented, as she referenced the man, I was due to marry, “and if it wasn’t for Terry’s plans for me, I think he would be desperate to join in as well.”
“Mmm,” I replied as I thought about the hard fucking Terry had given me at the stag party. Tall, muscular and black, Debbie’s boyfriend Terry was a sexual dynamo who used Debbie as his own personal cum bucket. “Has he told you what he has planned?”
Rising from her seat, Debbie walked towards the bed where she picked up the wedding dress that I was due to wear. “Not yet, but he has been big into using me anally recently, so I suspect that he has some sort of gangbang thing planned for my ass.”
“I’d like to say that I would love to explore that, but oddly enough, I have already done plenty of anal gangbangs,” I commented as Debbie put the dress on the floor so that I could step into it.
She pulled it up over my curves, adjusting it around my boobs before fastening it at the back. Standing next to me, she nodded towards the mirror, “look, we are almost as cute as on our wedding.”
I looked in the mirror and admired my wedding dress, mid-calf in length so that it showed off the lower part of my legs. Then, turning my attention to Debbie I admired the figure hugging red dress that she wore, her breasts spilling out of the top of it just like they had from her own wedding dress on the day we had married.
“This is crazy,” I said.
“What is?”
“That we married, then I discovered the real me and started my transition and instead of you walking away, you found in Don’s friend Terry a man who gives you the same kinky lifestyle as I have found. That we still live together, sharing a bed with our men while they use and abuse us to their heart’s content.”
“You know Don fucked me and creamed my cunt last night?”
“It doesn’t surprise me, he always tells me that you have the most accepting pussy.”
“And what happened to you?”
“I was made to go without, he said that I needed to demonstrate that I was truly obedient to his every need. “
“Oh babe, how unfortunate, Terry has told me that if he ever marries me, I will be so broken the night before that the wedding day will be the most difficult day of my life.”
“Really?” I asked, shocked at what Terry had been thinking of.
“Yes, he wants me to be dribbling cum as I walk down the aisle.”
“Well, it’s different I guess.”
“Better than being unused the night before.”
“Oh, I dunno, I am craving cock and cum today.”
Before Debbie could reply, there was a knock at the door. She smiled, at the unspoken comment that would now never be made and instead headed for the hotel room door. Opening it, she exclaimed joy at the person she could see on the other side. “Oh, Gail it’s your mother.”
My mother! The thought shot through my head as I tried to re-organise my thoughts and then a second later my mother walked into the room. She was still glamorous despite being in her mid 60’s, but she was also famed for being judgemental and traditional. Deep down she had opposed my transition and certainly she knew nothing about my sex life.
“You look amazing,” my mother said as her eyes absorbed the sight of me in a wedding dress, “but I still cannot believe that you want to be a woman and the idea that as of today you will start having sex with men, for me you will always be my son.”
It had been hard work to hide the truth from my mother. A woman who still went to church, who was married to the man she had lost her virginity to and who, until I had transitioned, had insisted that such things were the work of the devil.
The transition had been bad enough, but if she had known how kinky my sex life had been with Debbie, and that I had already been with over 50 guys…
“This is my life now mother, I love Don, he has promised to protect me and look after me.”
My mother was not aware that the four of us shared a house, or that Debbie was being regularly fucked by dozens of men. After all, she could only just accept that Debbie was dating a black guy. If she had known Debbie did black breeding videos in which she was barebacked by hung bulls, she would never have spoken to me again.
“Well if it is what you want, then who am I to argue.”
She leant in and kissed me on the cheek, “good luck,” she said as she forced her lips into a smile.
There was a movement by the door, and I glanced over to realise that my father was stood next to Debbie in the doorway. His hand, gently and secretly groping Debbie’s ass as he waited in silence. Publicly he was, just like the woman he had been married to for forty years, a church goer, a man of morals who had been completely faithful.
In truth though, he knew the truth of the four of us, and was one of Debbie’s regular lovers if only to buy his silence.
“Anyway, the time has come,” Debbie commented as my father slipped his hand from her ass.
“Quite,” my mother replied as she held a hand out to me, “let me walk you down to the hall Gail.”
“Thank you,” I replied as I slipped my hand into that of my Mother, and the four of use left the room and headed for the lift.
As we exited onto the ground floor where the hall for the wedding was, my Mother let go of my hand and instead I interlocked arms with Debbie. In order to keep a pretence with my Mother, my Father had made a point of saying that he would not walk me down the aisle. In fact, he claimed that he no longer had a child and that his son was dead. Sometimes, I wondered if in his head this was true, as I had caught him looking at me ass on a few occasions, and I was convinced that part of him saw me as just another woman to fuck.
As Debbie took my arm in hers, she handed me a small bouquet of flowers that had been resting on a table just outside the lift. “No bride looks right without flowers,” she whispered into my ear.
“Thank you,” I replied and then following Debbie’s lead I walked down the corridor and into the room where the wedding was due to take place. Music played as I did so, and I stared at the hundred’s of guests who had gathered, amazed to be displayed in such a way in front of so many people. My eyes scanned over them, noticing men who had fucked me alongside people who had no clue about my real life. Then, as my gaze reached the front I noticed my sister, heavily pregnant with her first child and stood next to her preacher husband. She lived such a tradwife lifestyle, all respectable clothes, a “homemaker” as she liked to describe herself while he stood in a pulpit every Sunday to talk about hell, fire and brimstone.
“If only she knew,” I thought to myself as I finally turned my attention towards Don, his trim black hair and white skin almost gleaming in the red jacketed suit that he wore. Behind him, dressed almost identically stood Terry, the red of the jacket seeming to almost darken in line with his ebony coloured skin.
As Debbie delivered me to the front, and Don stepped in closer, his face alive with the kinky thoughts that were running through his mind. He smiled at me, and in that moment I felt so secure and happy at the thought that I was going to submit myself to a real man.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Don and Gail. I know that for Gail, the opportunity to be a bride and to unite with a man in matrimony is something that she has wanted since childhood, and yet it has been a long, and sometimes difficult path. Which makes the commitment that Don is prepared to make even more special.”
Somewhere to my right, amongst the audience, I thought I could hear a snigger. Someone who knew my truth, appreciating the journey I had made, but also knowing that the whole romance of it was being overplayed for the audience.
I zoned out, and stopped listening to the celebrant as I thought about the truth. Yes, there was love, but not romantic love, not Beauty and the Beast type love. It was more the love a submissive, feminine, slut has for the Master who has chosen to craft her and protect her.
“Well do you?”
The question brought me back into the real world, “sorry,” I blurted out.
“Do you take this man to love, honour and obey until death do you part?”
As the question finished a thought ran through my head, “or until he sells me to another man.”
I looked into Don’s face, into Don’s eyes, “with this I become your property,” I mouthed. Then, taking a second, to compose myself, I glanced at the celebrant “yes, I do.”
Having said the magic words, I felt a rush of satisfaction in myself and then, forcing myself back into the moment again I listened to the celebrant “take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honour and protect until death do you part?”
“I do.”
“In that case, you may exchange the rings.”
Reaching into an inside pocket, Don produced a ring a gold band which had been measured to fit. Holding it out, he took my left hand in his, until he held it by the knuckle of my ring finger and then slowly and carefully he slipped the ring on. As he did so he whispered to me the words that were etched on the inside of the band. “With this ring, I make you my property.”
Then, before I realised what was happening, the marriage was over, and Don guided me back up the aisle as I walked arm in arm with him. The guests followed and as they met the waiters and waitresses who had poured the first drinks of the day, Don led me towards a small side room where we were joined by Terry and Debbie.
The relationship between Terry and Debbie was very different to the one that I had with Don. For them, it was all about them being desperate to fuck and while Terry had Debbie gangbanged on a regular basis, she also often found her own cock. Things were different with Don though, he was in control, and now we were married, he was in even more control and I was comfortable with that.
From another pocket, Don produced an envelope which he opened before placing the contents on a table that filled the one end of the room. “Now, the proper service,” he said with a smile.
Walking over, I looked down at the sheet of paper that he held in place and read the words. “With this contract I, Gail, accept that I am the property of my Master Don. In signing it I confirm that he owns my soul, and the body that he paid for. That I will change and shape myself to his every need and that I will forgo my name and become known as Cunt to all those know the truth.”
Looking up at Don, then Terry and Debbie in turn, I smiled, “so are you all going to call me Cunt from now on?”
“If you sign that,” Debbie replied.
“It will take away all my rights, leave me lower than you?”
“I can still be friends with fuck meat, after all I am a cum bucket.”
“True,” I replied and then, picking up a pen that Don had placed on the table in front of me I signed my independence away.
Standing back, from the table I watched as Don, then Terry and finally Debbie signed the document to confirm they had seen me sign it.
“So Cunt,” Terry said as he looked me up and down, “not only is Debbie more of a woman than you, she is now even more of a human. She can say no, even though she never has, whereas all you can do is allow yourself to be used, like an animal.”
“Yes Sir,” I replied.
“Come on Cunt,” Debbie said as she took hold of my hand, as she spoke she slipped a chain bracelet around one of my wrists. Then, fastening it, she did the same to my other wrist. On each bracelet was a small padlock etched with the letter D. “Now those in the know, when they see it, will know to call you Cunt.”
“Yes Miss,” I replied and then holding my hands, Debbie guided me over to Don who took me in his arms.
“Ahhh, Cunt,” he said as he looked into my eyes, “tonight you will experience things that will destroy your very soul. Break every last part of your resistance, but for now you will play the part of the dutiful wife.”
I nodded as Don guided me to the door and back out into throng of people who were waiting outside. As people approached, I noticed the ones who were in the know looking at my wrists. When they saw the chains they would smile and then as they stepped in they would address me appropriately. Meanwhile, those who were ignorant still called me Gail.
The afternoon went well and as things moved over into the evening Debbie approached me. In her hands she held a drinking glass, containing what looked like a cream liqueur. She smiled as she handed the glass to me as Don watched. “Cunt, Terry and a few of his friends have all just had a good wank in the toilets and filled this glass with their jizz.”
“OK,” I replied as I took hold of the drink and studied the contents before raising my eyes to look into Debbie’s face. Over her shoulder I could see Terry and his friends watching.
“Yes, they want the public humiliation you will feel at having to drink this glass in front of people, including both those who know and those who are completely clueless about your position in life.”
“Of course, if Master gives me permission to drink it.”
Don pulled me in close, “treat it as if I, myself, have set you this challenge.”
“Thank you,” I replied, bowing my head towards my new husband, then raising the glass I smiled at Debbie. “And you think you are the cum bucket,” I said as I touched the glass to my lips.
Tipping the glass, I opened my mouth and felt the cum as it slid into my mouth, over my tongue. The slightly bitter taste sending a thrill through my body as I wondered just how many men it had taken to fill the glass to almost half way.
“Good slut, Cunt,” Debbie commented as I slurped down the last drops. “That was 25 cum loads in one go, just a starter for what your Master Don says you will experience tonight.”
“I will make sure to please him.”
Another hour had passed, when I realised that for the most part, the people who were left were those who had no idea about my truth. Debbie and Terry had both left, and my Mother had long since retired to bed while my Father was nowhere to be seen.
“Cunt, I think it is time that we left,” Don said, his voice gentle as he spoke.
“Of course,” I replied, knowing that it was not my place to express a preference either way.
Taking me by the hand, Don guided me out of the wedding and towards the lifts where I expected to be taken to our bedroom. Instead though, as the lift climbed towards our floor Don undid my wedding dress and let it fall to the floor and in the process leaving me exposed. My nipples immediately became erect on the touch of the cool air, while my cock remained small and unflinching as Don liked it.
The lift pinged as it reached the floor and feeling exposed, I watched as the doors slid open to reveal the corridor on the other side. Giving me a gentle push with his hand, Don hung back slightly as I stepped out of the lift to see that was a throng of men waiting for me.
They cheered on seeing my exposed form and for a moment I had to fight the urge to cover myself up. As I wondered what would happen next, Terry appeared in a doorway at the far end of the corridor. “Cunt!,” he called, before raising a hand and waving a finger towards me in order to get me to approach.
Slowly, I walked down the corridor as the men stared at me, as I could almost see their dicks hardening in their trousers. Until, around half way down the first man to have the courage to do anything more than watch acted and as I passed him he smacked my left arse cheek hard. I could feel it wobble under the contact and I knew that the men behind me enjoyed the sight as I could hear them react to it.
Next, another man put a hand out, stopping me for a moment as he groped a boob, his fingers pinching my nipple. I looked at him, his breath shallow as he enjoyed the physical touch until a shout from behind me made him withdraw. “Let her pass, you will get your chance,” Don said, and the man did exactly as instructed.
I continued my walk, more men groping and touching me as I passed, but nobody actually stopping me until I reached Terry. Don’s friend smiled at me as his eyes drank in the sight of me. “Turn around,” he commanded and as I did so Don reached me and stood alongside.
“There are 64 men here,” Don said as he addressed the men who had started to shuffle up the corridor towards me. “Some of them you will know, some of them are new, and some of them have fucked you, but while you were blindfolded, or hidden inside a glory hole.”
“I understand,” I replied.
“Each of them is going to use you as fuck meat this evening, and it will please me that you let them have you, but first, you have to earn their cocks.”
“Yes Master,” I replied as my mind raced with questions over what I would need to do in order to earn their cocks.
“First, you will enter this room, and you will satisfy the two men who are in there completely. You will let them fuck you, you will let them cum into you bareback.”
It did not sound like a challenge, and I wondered why he was making such a fuss about it.
“I will do as you wish,” I commented and then turning back towards Terry I watched as he stepped out of my way, so that I could enter the room, and that is where my heart caught in my mouth.
There were three people in the room, Debbie, who was naked on all fours, while smy overly moralistic preacher brother-in-law took her from behind. Then, in front of her naked, and kneeling, his cock in her mouth, was a man I had not see in ten years, a man who I had not even invited to the party, as I had never really known him, my step-brother from my father’s first marriage. He had turned 18 the year after I was born and my only memories of him were his infrequent trips to visit my parents from the other side of the country.
It was my step–brother who moved first, turning away from Debbie he revealed that he had a large, pulsing and ready cock. He walked towards me, taking me by the hand and guiding me over to a desk. A swipe of his hand, cleared its contents and he bent me over, pushing my breasts down onto the cool, dark wood. His cock slid into me easily, something which did not worry me as my ass had been regularly stretched over the time I had lived as a woman.
“Cunt,” he said as he entered me, taking hold of me by the hips and slowly starting with a rhythmic movement to pump his cock in and out of me. I groaned in pleasure at the experience as under the control of Don I did something that was more extreme than anything I had ever done before.
“My parents always wanted you to treat me like a brother,” I gasped into between his firm thrusts.
“But instead, I get to treat you like the whore you are.”
“Yes,” I replied as with a big thrust of his hips, my brother push deeper than any man had ever been into my body.
Looking to my left, I saw Don standing in the doorway, our eyes meeting as he took pleasure from watching me being used. He nodded in approval that I had so willingly allowed my step-brother to fuck me.
The moment must have been intense for him as suddenly his body locked ridged as he thrust forward, his cock throbbing as it squirted spunk deep into me. Drained, he forward so that his chest rested on my back, his dick seemingly locked into place in my ass.
“That was amazing,” he gasped, “and now for me, you will always be Cunt.”
“Thank you,” I replied as I turned my head over to look in the direction of Debbie. My brother-in-law was still pounding into her and as I caught her eye, she mouthed to me, “he is so big.” Seeing her make such a comment made me wonder just how big he could be as I knew Debbie was capable of taking some very large cocks.
As my step-brother finally released me from his grip, I stood up and strode across the room, my large ass leaking cum as I walked. Reaching my brother-in-law I leaned in and we kissed as I felt the thrusts of his body. “Do you want to carry on fucking a slut?” I asked him as our lips brushed against each other, “or would you rather taste some fuck meat that you can consume in any way you please?”
“Fuck yeah,” he replied as he grabbed one of my large, exposed boobs, taking the weight in the palm of his hand as with a finger and thumb he took hold of the nipple. As he squeezed it I felt a weakness flow through my body as my mind submitted to his control.
Using his free hand, he pushed Debbie away and then, placing his arms around me, he pulled me onto the bed. As he did so I caught a glimpse of his cock, and I realised it was truly massive. “You use that on my sister?” I asked as he climbed on top of me.
“The frigid bitch refuses to take it, I’ve only ever got a quarter of the way in,” he replied, “I have to settle for her wanking me off.”
“Well I’m definitely not frigid,” I replied as he lowered his body weight onto me, our lips touching again. Kissing and groping, as we lay on the bed, I soon found myself taking his cock in my hand. It was truly massive, and not just by the standards of white guys, but big even for a black guy. Parting my legs while rolling them up so that my ass lifted off the bed, I watched as my brother-in-law lined his enormous member up against my hole. I was experienced, but even I wondered if I would be able to take every inch of him, not just in length, but also in thickness.
Holding my breath for a moment, I let him push the head of his penis into me. It hurt, but it also felt great as he stretched me out. “Lord, forgive me,” he mumbled as he pushed himself deeper into me as Debbie, now recovered from the beating he had given her pussy knelt alongside me.
Reaching out a hand she stroked me hair softly, “you can take him cunt, let him fill you.”
I looked into her eyes and smiled, then, taking hold of my brother-in-law’s arms, I pulled him forward and onto me. “Fuck me,” I said as I stared into his face, “take me, use me, break me.”
“Fuck!” he screamed in reply, before shifting his knees forward slightly and then with a hard thrust he entered me until he was balls deep.
“Shit!” I moaned in pain as it felt like he had ripped me open, but I did not stop him, and I fought the urge to push him away, instead allowing him to fill me completely.
“Good Cunt,” Debbie commented as she raised up on her knees and slowly straddled over my face. I put my tongue out expecting her to sit on me, but instead she held herself up above me as cum slowly dribbled from inside her as I realised, she had been fucking for ages before I had arrived.
Then, touching her clit with her fingers, she worked herself into a frenzy before with an explosion, she squirted all over my face. “Eat it slut,” said my brother-in-law as he watched the combination of Debbie’s juices and the cum of the men she had taken early in the evening, cover my face.
Two pairs of hands appeared, and lifted Debbie from her position and as I watched the two men who had picked her up, they carried her to the desk. Sitting her on the wood surface, one of them, who was already naked, slipped between her legs, before entering her with his hard cock.
Turning my attention back towards my brother-in-law, I could see the strain on his face as he repeatedly drove himself into my body. “You’re such a great fuck,” he commented as he ploughed me, “so much sexier and more useful than your sister.”
“Well, she was a virgin when she married you,” I replied, “whereas I have spent years preparing and learning how to cope with your monster.”
My brother-in-law pulled out of me and rolled onto the bed, “ride me,” he said and I obediently flipped over, straddling him as I climbed into position. In place, I looked up to see that five men had been allowed into the room, each of whom was eagerly watching as I slowly squatted down onto his enormous tool.
“As you can see, she is a totally compliant, cock hungry slut,” I heard Don say to the men as I started to grind my hips back and fore. “There is no need to wear protection, she will take your cum willingly and completely.” A couple of the men had already pulled out their todgers and they were starting to work them back and fore as I wondered what Don had lined up for me in total.
Grinding down onto the cock inside of me, I felt my step-brother grab my hips, and a moment later with a grunt he drained himself into me, his heavy and hot load filling my ass.
Pushing me off his body, my step-brother discarded me as if I was a tissue he had just wanked into. Laying there, I watched him get dressed and leave room as more of the men who had been in the corridor filed in.
“Cunt, kneel on the bed,” Don commanded and I did as told, keeping my knees wide as I felt my step-brother’s warm cum leaking out of me. “Debbie, please join her,” he said again and I watched as my ex-wife climbed onto the bed alongside me. My boobs were bigger than hers, but she was one of the few people who had a better cup size because of her small back.
Don stepped towards us and taking a pen, he drew a number 1 onto my skin and a number 2 onto Debbie’s. Then, as he stepped back to admire his handy work, he picked up a bag. “There are 60 wooden sticks in here, 30 with a number 1 on them and 30 with a number 2. Each man will get to draw a stick and he will anally fuck whichever number is written on it.”
“Yes Master,” I replied as I glanced at Debbie who squirmed with excitement at the thought.
“Each of you, position yourselves over the edge of the bed with your arses raised and ready.”
I quickly climbed into position, finding myself positioned at right angles to Debbie as I pressed my breasts down into the mattress. We looked at each other and Debbie smiled at me, “This is what Terry promised,” she said.
Behind me, I could hear Don talking to the men, offering them the bag so that they could make their selection, and moments later I felt the first man enter me, his cock small but incredibly hard as it pierced my hole.
Soon, I had lost count of how many men had fucked me, all I knew was that my ass hurt with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and I could feel cum freely leaking from me. Glancing over towards Debbie, I saw a short, fat man, pounding into her from behind. I had been so involved in my own degradation that I had no clue as to which of us had taken the most cock, if there was any difference at all.
I was unsure how long I was there in total, but eventually as a particularly well endowed man unloaded into me and withdrew, I heard Don call out to us. “Well don girls, you have drain 60 men between and, particularly well done to the Cunt who took fifty of them.
“Fifty?” I replied in shock as I looked at Debbie who laughed at me.
Glancing back and fore between Don, Debbie and Terry I was silent for a moment as I considered what I should say. “Fifty?” I said again, “so you lied to me, and you all knew?”
“Of course,” Debbie replied, “I am a slut, but I don’t want to ruin my butt hole completely.”
“Whereas it is OK for me?”
“Your body is mine to use as I see fit,” Don commented.
“Of course Master, sorry for challenging it, you are my Husband and Master and I should remember that.”
I felt a butt plug being slipped into place, before seconds later Don helped me rise to my feet. “Now it is time to get you to bed,” he said as he took my arm in his and led me towards the bedroom door. “I hope you are thirsty.”
“Of course Husband,” I replied, “I have not drunk your cum for a few days, and I miss it.”
The Sins of August 