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Slut shaming really?
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When we left the club there seemed to be a little attitude the quiet type. Some of the gurls were a little upset that I had danced with Mr porn producer guy. What got them pissed off was I had his cock in my hand pretty much the whole time. I also allowed him to feel up my cute little ass. He didn't really try to get a feel of my cock. One of the gurls thought my sucking off the Travolta's was going to far. I had permission though. Besides I wasn't exactly going to leave a couple of hard cocks alone. It wasn't like they didn't know that I loved sucking cock and being a little sissy cum slut. But they were all the same. I got a little lecture from Bad Bacall and it was just silly. I reminded her I had been wanting to leave him with as big a set of blue balls as possible. What about the stable boys. OK yeah I was probably staring at their cocks like a bitch in heat but I knew there was no way that they were going to fuck me in front of my gurls let alone the whole club. For that I would be deserving of the slut shaming. I'm still not sure it would have been out of the question. But when we got back to the house as buzzed as I was I needed a joint and a couple of glasses of champagne. Which I sat and listened to the couple of complaints from the offended gurls. Do you understand we have your best interests at heart darling. My head raced my best interests or your stupid little whores reputation or maybe your good reputation. I wondered if I should remind them of my age or the fact that I was going to be expected to take every cock for a payment to my fucking pimp. The guy who was supposed to be saving kids from bad situations. Instead of putting them in the fuck shack for what ever fucking group had the cash and taste for a sissy faggot cock slut. My best interests? Dominic was the only one who really wanted me. But honestly he was more than happy to share with his friends and their kids. About a dozen or so thoughts ripped around my head. Do I remind them or play the game as a sissy cock slut "ashamed " of myself. There was a lot of desert and I had been told I could end up out there somewhere. OK it took a couple glasses of champagne and half the joint to really calm down enough to say sorry without accidentally saying fuck all you stupid drag fags. I figured butterfly mode kiss hug grope and say sorry might be able to keep everyone happy. I did just that. When I got to Tina I said I think two Long Island ice tea's should be my limit. She was the first to laugh and said she had to learn her booze limit the hard way too. I hoped my announcement of not being tired but very ready for bed was going to get me hate fucked by a few of the gurls. I picked up a bottle of champagne and took a good long drink and said lord knows what I might be willing to do when I'm drunk. Obviously I was and the joint was kicking in . I think the bottle was around half full. By the time I asked Natalie to unzip my dress. I had finished it. OK I guess I had a little bit too much not that I passed out but I had a great deal of trouble with who's cock was fucking my mouth and ass. I was fed what seemed like a couple dozen loads of cum. Some straight from the cocks, and a few from pretty gurls . I was hate fucked by a couple of the gurls. Bring it on bitches fuck me hard. I wondered if they would double up on my ass. Fuck it I was going back and forth between the two cocks in my mouth and who ever had been pounding my ass. My darling sissy slut sisters this was in my best interests wasn't it. Being fucked and sucking cocks and of course eating all the cum you can feed your favorite little sissy whore. Oddly enough no matter how much bad attitude you can have being a dirty little whore it seemed to pay off in getting the gurls to cum. It was a very good and nasty time. When Hispanic Judy and Bette slipped into bed with me to finally get some sleep. Bette said she thought I was so much more fun than I had been before. What ever you think sweetie. If we were going out again I was really going to try to push the limits of good whore behavior. Maybe I would let the stable boys and Mr porn producer guy fuck me on top of the bar. Sounded like a good time to me. I was really hungover the next morning. I just slipped on a pair of heels and nothing else to go get my coffee. Several gurls were in the living room and I said good morning of course. In the kitchen a few others were all dressed and chatting about the night before and what kind of fun the new night might have in store. Farah said I might consider wearing something when I came out for coffee. I smiled and said I could wear this all day. Some of the gurls thought it was funny. Farah didn't quite get it. Then I showed her the heels I thought there were enough I said. OK now she got it. A little smile but no laugh from her. Bette pinched my ass and told me not to be so fresh. I told her that I was used to being spoiled by the gurls. I got another pinch from her and a little swat from Donna Summer. I turned around and stepped very close to her I leaned over and kissed her. Darling I was just having fun, you do forgive me don't you. How can anyone ever be mad at you for more than a heartbeat. Fuck me I had no clue. But I think my kissing was on par with my cock sucking skills. I announced that I was going to be in the shower and I was going to clean up from last night. I was looking forward to cleaning up for tonight sometime later. I took my shower with Donna Summer wishing it was a very different Donna I was wanting as much as any of my friends. But she was very through making sure I was squeaky clean. I of course returned the favor. I made sure I said thank you sweetie by eating her asshole and sucking her furry balls. Later after I was dried up and had my style of clothes and make up on I went out to say a proper hello to everyone after a little more coffee. Apparently the gurls were debating if we should go back to the club or perhaps try a different one. It was suggested that we go to a drag show. The gurls said I would have a difficult time getting into trouble there. Bitch please I can find trouble blind folded with no effort at all. Fuck me look where I was now. Not to mention the fact that last night I was fucking and sucking every cock I could. Happily no less. Bad Bacall said honey you might not be noticed if we go to a drag show. Try me darling try me. She laughed and said you really want to go. I didn't really care. If my gurlfriends want to go anywhere I'm going to. OK you need a drag queen name to go with your drag look. I told them I would be Valentine if they could fix me up as a slutty Karen Valentine. Not really a standard choice of drag queens but challenge accepted. When they started in on the conversation of best looks and what clothes and how much would be too much I just sat there and giggled. I think it was right up their alley. I was the center of attention and it seemed all the gurls had their own ideas on how to get the best results. Bad Bacall said my choice was very surprising. It was the first name to pop in my head. Before we left that evening I learned how to use a curling iron and apply false eyelashes. Of course proper drag queen behavior. Be bigger than life and still have some class. That was going to be the challenge. I was told I could be myself. I took that as permission to be my usual butterfly self. Flirting with everyone just not fucking up their makeup. Side kisses and hugs no groping for a cock. They were gurls being women. I looked odd and much older I thought I could pass easily for early twenties. Tina Turner said she was a former lover of the drag queen who was the manager. She thought I might be able to walk into the club with no problem. She also said her old lover might want to take a closer look at me. Your telling me to be classy for everyone else except her? I bet a blow job and a nice piece of ass would get me entrance if she suspected I was not quite old enough to get in. Tina laughed and said I was barely eighteen my first time in. How do you think we became lover's honey? OK so you make sure all the gurls know I might have to show her how grateful I am to be allowed in. She gathered everyone and told them that I might have to spend at least a hour or so in her office asking nicely to be allowed to stay. The gurls all said they understood i went around to all of them side kissing and hugging like I was taught. I did remind them after we got back I was going to say thank you very much as I love to do. We went to dinner at a little Chinese place. Then we traveled about fifteen miles to the drag club. This was going to be a brand new world for me. I remember thinking as the bouncer looked me over he asked who I was. Call me Valentine I said. He smiled at me and I put out my hand which he kissed. I gave him a smile and walked in on a brand new way of living.
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Posted on : Jul 24, 2020
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