Not all faggots are sissy faggots, but all faggots are of the third gender – neither men, real men, nor women, real women. Sissy faggots strive even further towards the realm of femininity. Many take feminisation hormones to encourage a more thorough transformation in both physical appearance and behaviour. The sole purpose of all faggots is to satisfy the sexual needs and desires of men – to suck their cocks, to lick and to tongue their yummy buttholes, and, of course, to provide them with the perfect places – their fagcunts, their asspussies – to stick their cocks, to fuck, to dump their cum, to seed, and to breed. The dicks of faggots are not really dicks at all, but clitties. The clitties of many sissy faggots, owing to the design of nature and of destiny, and made more or less permanently limp by feminisation hormones, are simply a decorative feature of their unique third-gender bodies. Faggots who have not yet totally surrendered to their feminine inner urgings may keep some of their body and facial hair; while the faces and bodies of sissy faggots are smooth, their sissy titties, sissy clitties, and sissy cunts all free of hair. Though faggots, in general, all wish to attract men, to serve their sexual needs, sissy faggots often present themselves as sluts – their hair, makeup, nails, clothing, bras, panties, stockings, and shoes, all deliberately intended to summon the attention of men to both their femininity and their commitment to sluttishness. Faggots sometimes suck and fuck their sissy sisters, but sissies may only suck those faggots, their clitties incapable of erection and penetration. All faggots are insatiable cocksuckers, unfaltering in their pursuit of cock and cum. It may be argued that the uncompromising devotion of sissies to this pursuit renders them the more obsessed, never refusing cock, regardless of its disposition, sloppy with the juices of other sissies fucked, neg or poz, or of any other idiosyncrasy.

Why be a sissy? Why not just a faggot? Either way, one fulfils one’s destiny as a cock pleaser, and gets fed, seeded, and bred with load upon load of cum. Why go to the trouble of getting smooth, of putting on makeup, of dressing like a prostitute, and walking the streets for cock? Fem, first, or faggot? For me, it is impossible to determine which came first – my love of all things pink and girlie, my feeling that I was a girl inside and out, except for my little worthless sissyclit instead of a vagina, or my love of cock, of sucking cock, of getting fucked, of being a boi, then a bitch, to be used by boys and men, a cum dump, to be seeded and bred by any and every cock, just like I was a girl. I never went through any other phase. I never felt like a boy. I was never sexually attracted to girls. Always, always, always, I have been a sissy faggot. With my father’s gentle encouragement, when I was very, very young, I soon knew beyond any doubt that I would forever chase cock, forever submit to cock, forever accept every cock either offered or forced upon me.

For years now, I have been on phytoestrogen and other feminisation hormones. My ass is well rounded, my sissytitties are roundie and pokey, and are very, very sensitive, and my sissyclitty has shrunk really to the size of a plump little clit. I have never stopped sucking cock and getting fucked. My sissycunt permanently gapes, welcoming all cocks. I have always loved licking and tonguing yummy buttholes, too. I especially love them either well fucked, or shitty, or both. I never went from nice to naughty. I have always been naughty, dirty, nasty, filthy. As such, I have always drunk pee and eaten shit. My body is smooth naturally. I shave my asscrack, my tight little balls, and the base of my sissyclit every couple of days. I still colour my nails, wear makeup, and expose my clit and cunt, but I seldom go out in full drag. I am a cockwhore, a cumslut, a sissy faggot. I dress like that, like a whore, a slut, a sissy. I have never hidden who and what I am. I am so very proud to be the filthy little faggot I am.

One is born a faggot, born a sissy, born a sissy faggot. It is a preordination, a destiny, a calling. On the windowpanes of eternity, beside the names of those born to be faggots, sissies, sissy faggots, those lifelong determinations are indelibly etched. In confusion, in denial, or under the coercion of another, one may temporarily disguise and conceal one’s true identity as a faggot, as a sissy, as a sissy faggot, but the truth will eventually be unveiled. Fate may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on. Third-gender faggots are a reality that cannot be ignored. It is better to be hated for what one is, than loved for what one is not. Once out in the open, publicly declaring one’s faggotry, one’s sissyhood, love is more prevalent that hate. Most gurls have always known they were not real men. Never interested in girls, unable to keep their eyes off the dicks of the boys who would become men, the men who sought only women, most true faggots simply surrender to their true natures. Sissies have the further encouragement of their small penises, obviously never meant to fuck anyone, merely the adornment of their third gender. Masturbation for sissies is always anal. It was that way for me from the very beginning. The desire to suck cock is a natural inclination for sissies as well. More than their mothers’ nipples when just babies, they prefer their fathers’ cocks. Their ass play both prepares for and stimulates the early eventuality and the hunger for cock – that most precious manifestation of their purposeful rôles in life, as harbours for cock, recipients of the erect sexual desire of men, receptacles of their seed, their semen, their cum.

That is the way it was with me. As early as I can remember, my father and I began looking at gay porn magazines. Many of these were just of men’s dicks, soft and hard, but just as many were of men having sex. My earliest memories of reading are all from these gay sex magazines. My father never read any real children’s stories to me. He only read gay porn, while I looked at the pictures. I learned to read very early, and with my father all I read was gay porn. If I wanted to read something else when we were apart, my father made sure that he filled those books with pictures from magazines of men’s cocks, and men sucking, rimming, and fucking each other. As my ‘other’ books always had these frequent ‘surprises’, I grew to expect them. Still, to this day, I often fill the books I am reading with pictures of men’s gorgeous cocks, and of men having sex. My father was also an excellent photographer. He had hundreds of close-up photos of men sucking and fucking each other. I was encouraged to look at the pictures in the magazines, to look at the photos, and to talk about the men and what they were doing. I usually had my father’s dick in my hand when we discussed these things. He would be fingering me, and I would be lovingly stroking his dick. All I wanted was to be like the men in the photos, sucking cock and being fucked. As I got older, my father would always end our times together by cumming in my mouth. The words ‘cock’ and ‘dick’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘suck’ and ‘cum’ and ‘rim’ and ‘lick’ and ‘tongue’ and ‘finger’ were words I loved. My father encouraged me to use them often when we were together. We talked all the time about what I was doing to him, and what he was doing to me, what he would do to me. He loved me to ask him to let me suck his cock, to lick and to suck his balls, and to lick and to tongue his butthole. I loved to tell him how much I adored eating his cum. He talked about fucking me all the time – how good it was going to feel for both of us. We both loved to talk about men sucking, fucking, and rimming each other. When we were out together, just the two of us, which we often were, he would encourage me to imagine the dicks in men’s pants. When we got back to the car, I would beg him to let me suck his cock. He often let me, right there in the car.     

As my asshole got more and more stretched out, my father began pressing his hard cock just barely into me. He began rubbing my crack with his hard dick. I wanted it bad. He took his time. I begged him for it. He continued to wait. He would cum in my mouth, and talk to me about how wonderful it was going to be when we finally did it. Then we could do it every day, as often as we wanted. We continued to get me ready: fingers, bananas, and cucumbers. I was able to get a finger of each hand, then fingers, in my boicunt, and stretch it out further. I loved playing with my cunt. Whenever I was alone, I always had my fingers inside me. My father started cumming occasionally with his cock pressed up against my boipussy. He would then push the cum just barely inside me with his dick. I would finger the rest inside me, then finger it all out and eat it.

We decided to do it on my seventh birthday. Neither of us could wait any longer. I had already waited too long. I did not care about anything else. I just wanted my father’s cock inside me. When my birthday came, I was ecstatic. I had always been an excellent student. My teachers loved me, too. This day, my father let me stay home from school. We went into his room as we had for years. Then on our familiar bed, I sucked and sucked on his cock. I also licked his butthole. Licking my father’s butthole was an important part of the joy that I got from it all.  It felt so very good to have my face between the cheeks of his ass, licking and tonguing that wonderful hole. Next to his cock, I loved his butthole more than anything else. Knowing it was the right time, I told him I was ready. For the first time ever, he put lubricant on his dick. He fingered a little inside me, too. He could tell that I was ready. My asshole was loose. I had done good work. He told me to relax and sit down on his dick. Without hesitation, I sat down slowly. My father had his hands on my waist, guiding me down. I felt the head of his dick enter me. Slowly we urged it in deeper. For our first time, my father was content that he was in deep enough. He began moving slowly inside me. He was not very far in, but it felt like he was. It felt great. As he moved inside me, I could feel his gorgeous dick. I knew it so well. It was my best friend. Finally, my father was fucking me. I was overcome with elation. This is what I had been waiting for all my life. My father was really fucking me. I called out again and again, ‘Fuck me, Da. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.’ For the first time, he shot his load of cum inside me. I could feel his throbbing cock. I could feel his hot cum. I was in bliss. I was seven years old, and my father had fucked me. I felt so very special. All that I had wanted in life had just come true. My father had fucked me. His cum was inside me. Now he could fuck me as often as we liked. My joy was transcendent.

When he came out of me, I immediately went down on him and sucked his cock clean. He congratulated me, and told me how much more fun it would be from now on. He assured me that we would fuck several times a day, every day, and that each time he would get deeper and deeper inside me. Our new goal was to get him all the way inside me. He wanted his balls to be slapping my ass as he fucked me. His cum was oozing out of my asscunt; so I scooped it up with my fingers and ate it. It tasted so, so good.

My father kept his promise. He fucked me nearly every day for years. In no time, we reached our next goal. My father also encouraged me to explore other possible sources of pleasure. Of course, I had all the porn I could look at and read, but he wanted me to have the real thing. He encouraged me to find other men to fuck me. There were no limits now. Now I could be fucked by any man. I started with my brothers, with whom I was very close. They knew about my father and me. My mother had told them all about it. Still, I remember clearly that they thought it was strange that my butthole was so big, relaxed, open. It was not at all tight, like theirs, but totally loose, and literally begging to be filled with cock. They never put the two and two together of all the years of preparation that had contributed to getting it that way, getting it ready to fuck. They were just happy to give me their cocks to suck, their buttholes to lick. Even though they could not get hard at first, I loved to suck them anyway. I often did so right in front of my mother. Before my older brother could cum, I began to talk with him about it. The first time that he and his friends jerked off together, I was there to swallow their cum. Soon they were all fucking me. All this happened when my father was at work. If he had been there, I would have been alone with him. My mother was often naked around the house. She would spread her legs to reveal her juicy pussy. She tried to get me to feel her and to eat her, but I was not interested. She played with her pussy in front of me, and put her fingers to my nose to smell her cunt. I was not the least bit interested. She said that my father had gotten to me first. She said that I was a natural-born faggot. She called me Faggy as I sucked my brothers cocks in front of her. She told my brothers that I was a faggot, that I did not like girls, and never would. She was not being critical; she was telling it like it was. As my brothers got older, they fucked me. My older brother fucked me first, of course, and then my two younger brothers. Many of their friends also fucked me. I was open to everyone. My brothers just thought it was fun. I was their insatiable little fuck toy. They, too, started calling me a queer and a faggot. I thought that it was great. I was happy as long as they fed me their dicks, and let me lick their buttholes. My older brother had a big dick like my father. Even after he began being with girls, he hardly ever refused my urgings. As my younger brothers watched cartoons on TV, I would be sucking their little cocks and licking their buttholes, or they would be fucking me. I never cared about TV, or hardly anything else. I only wanted more and more cock and cum. One time, my brothers brought home a man they had found on the beach just to let him fuck me. He was dirty, and he smelled of alcohol, but I still loved sucking his cock in front of my brothers, and I loved it even more when he fucked me in front of them. My brothers would not touch him, but they all fucked me, too, one at a time, right after he fucked me. 

Our next-door neighbour was my next real lover. He was my father’s age. One day when I was over there, I started rubbing his cock through his pants. I told him I wanted to suck his cock, and I wanted him to fuck me. He was a bit cautious at first, but I told him that my father had been fucking mr, and that it was alright. When I showed him my already gaping asspussy, he saw that I was serious. It was obvious that I was being fucked. I was just seven years old, and yet I was experienced. Sam was gay. He told me that he was homosexual. He told me that he liked only men. I told him that I also liked only men. The significance of that was not wholly apparent to me at the time, but it would be soon. Sam, like my father, was great with me. He and I would always be naked in his house. I sucked him a lot, and he fucked me a lot. Our relationship continued for years, ’til he got sick with hiv.

Sam also had other men over, lots of them. I became accustomed to seeing men sucking and fucking each other. This was real. I was in heaven. When at Sam’s, I always had a cock in my hand, or in my mouth, or in my ass. After the men fucked, I would also clean them up, sucking their cocks, and licking their buttholes. It was at Sam’s that I started drinking pee, too. Sam peed into a glass one day, and asked me to drink it. He said it was good. I did. It is so nice to drink the pee of a man who is fucking you, and giving you his cum. Even at this young age, I worshipped cocks. Anything more they could give me was welcomed. From then on I started drinking pee regularly. I loved to drink my own pee. All the men at Sam’s house treated me like one of them, a faggot, thoroughly, beyond any doubt, though young. Needless to convey, there was never a condom present. They all sucked and fucked each other, and me, bareback, cumming inside me every time.

By the time I was ten, I had already sucked lots of cocks, and been fucked by lots of men. My father, my brothers, and Sam and his friends were constant, but there were many others. Sam’s friends were inviting me to their places, where I met other friends. I was a novelty. They all liked to fuck the sissyboi, their boifaggot. I always told my father about the men with whom I was having sex. He gave me every freedom. He wanted me to have sex with as many men as possible. He knew Sam, of course, but just in a neighbourly way. When my father discovered other cum in my ass, which was often the case, it pleased him immensely. He loved to hear about all the cocks I had sucked, and all the men who had fucked me. He loved to hear about all the others sucking and fucking at Sam’s place. I told him about drinking pee. He knew about my brothers, too, of course. He loved it all.  As I sucked him, or licked his butthole, or he fucked me, he often said that he was proud of me. When I told him that Sam was a homosexual, he just smiled. My father never admitted that he was gay, not in so many words. He just told me that he loved to suck cock more than anything, and he love to fuck men. All these years, he has only mentioned a few of his lovers. I never needed the details; it just made me happy to know that he was fucking other men. He had always encouraged me to be totally gay – not bi-, but faggot. He had fucked my mother to fulfil his responsibility to have children, but his preference was definitely for men. We never talked about girls – if I liked them or not. I liked playing with girls, with being a girl, but what motivated me in everything I did was my adoration of and obsession with cock and cum. My father never encouraged me to try it with a girl. He believed, he knew, that I was born a faggot. He had not fashioned me into a faggot through any coercive process. He simply lead me the the threshold of my own understanding, my own understanding that I was a faggot, and could be, and would be, nothing else. It was always about men. It was all about cocks and cum, and yummy buttholes, first, then their pee, spit, and shit, as well. Yes, I had started drinking my father’s pee, too. My mother and my brothers continued to call me, Faggy, as a matter of fact, not meaning to be condescending. Of course, at last I claimed my homosexuality. That seemed the only natural way to be. Before and after my father’s work, I would take care of him. I would suck his morning cock, lick his morning butthole, and take his morning load of cum deep inside my fagcunt. In the evening, I would meet him at the door, go to the bedroom with him, close the door, and eagerly free his cock from his pants, anxious to feel it in my mouth, to suck, to lick and suck his balls, to roll him over and stick my face into his buttcrack, strong with the accumulated smells of sweat and shit from the day, and lick and lick, and tongue and tongue him, ’til he was ready to fuck me. Sometimes I tasted other men on his cock, sometimes, less often, in his butthole. Our immediate hungers satisfied, we would talk about the day, the sucking and the fucking. I love my father dearly for showing me my true path in life so early in my life. I was the luckiest boy on earth.

By the time I was twelve, Sam had introduced me to many, many men. He also got me a job as a busboy at a fancy retirement hotel by the beach. The dishwasher was Stan. He was also gay. From the first day I worked there, we found a place where I could suck his cock, and he could fuck me. Very early on, he told me about all the men upstairs who would love to meet me. I came to work early the next day and every day thereafter. We went upstairs to the rooms together. The hotel was full of horny gay and straight men, all anxious to fuck us; me, especially. Stan and I often helped each other out. While he was being fucked, I would suck his dick. I would always eat the cum from his asscunt. Stan also fucked some of the men. I was always there for clean up. Some of the men just liked to watch as Stan and I made love. Many of the men fucked me, too, of course. With my love of pee, I often got the men to pee in my mouth, or all over me in the bathtub. This went on for years, too. Condoms were unheard of, of course.

When I was fifteen, I had my first boyfriend. It was never a monogamous relationship, as I could not stand just being with one man, but we were close for a while. He was also my first Asian. I had sucked lots of black cock, and had been fucked by many black men, Sam’s friends, but I had never been with an Asian. Jet was Thai. He was very feminine, very gay, very much in love with me. Until that time, I had always been a bottom exclusively. Some of the men I was with licked my asshole before fucking me, and occasionally I was sucked until I came, but usually I just got myself off afterwards. I was happy that way. I am happy that way. I am a total bottom. I suck cock. I get fucked. With Jet only was it different. I was used to being with older men. Jet was my age. We sucked and fucked each other, kissed and hugged, all the time that we were together. Yes, I fucked him, too. It was strange. I liked it, of course, but it was strange. I was not used to it. My dick was small. It is even smaller now. When I play with my cunt, I cum on my own. I never got into the habit of stroking my clittie. When I cum, I eat my cum. It is sweet. Except when I am licking shitty buttholes, which I love so much to do, my orgasms are usually internal. When I am sucking cock and getting fucked, I never get hard. My limp clittie flops up and down cutely, but all the good feeling is deep inside me, deep in my cunt. My soft clittie often drips cum when I have these internal orgasms. Jet and I did not last long. I wanted the cocks of older men. I wanted to be fucked more and more and more.

School was always easy for me. I won the scholarship awards at my schools every year. Even though my main interest was cock, I still managed to do well in school. Of course, none of my teachers knew what I was doing outside of school. Most of the time I was sucking cock and getting fucked by older men. All that cock and cum began to show on me, though. I was beginning to behave differently, like the homosexual I was. In the locker room, and at the urinals, I stared at other boys’ and men’s cocks. Remember, it was not really cool to be gay back then. I was bold. I probably also smelled of all the cum I ate and the pee I drank. I was careful, too. I was not really interested in the boys my age, just their cocks. I also did not want any trouble. I found my outlet in my male teachers. I told them that I liked men. I fondled their hardening dicks through their pants. While I was in high school, I was sucking and being fucked by four of my teachers. My relationship with my math teacher went on for years. He lived alone, and was probably gay. He also introduced me to many other men who also became lovers.

By the time I graduated from high school, I had never been with a woman. Women liked me, because I was sensitive, smart. I was a poet, a surfer. I had no interest in their bodies, though. I was a faggot, through and through. I had long hair then, and, out of school, when I was either cruising for men or getting with men, I often coloured my nails, wore makeup, and dressed in girls’ clothes. My father was still fucking me. He was delighted that I was fully embracing my feminine side. I had never crossed over, not once; I worshipped cock. His original conviction had proven correct. Destiny may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on, but nor can it be denied. Instead of casting me adrift to figure it out on my own, denied both roots and destination, unable to find my way back to anything familiar, he was always a beacon, a harbour, my first cock, my favourite cock, my advocate.

All sluts and whores love to be acknowledged as such. Many girls and women are sluts and whores, but every faggot, every sissy, is a slut and a whore. Faggots are neither male nor female. They are the third gender – the gender of sluts and whores, the gender whose lives are devoted to the sexual fulfilment of men, all men, without question, without restraint, as sluts and whores.

There is no way to insult or to humiliate a slut or a whore. Sluts and whores love to be called dirty names. Those names, however demeaning, are true representations of the natures of sluts and whores. To be sure, some sluts and whores are more filthy than others. The best sluts and whores are the filthiest ones. All sluts and whores are used for sex. The best sluts and whores lavish themselves in not only the cum of men, but also their pee, spit, and shit. When men pee into their mouths, just like with the cum, they swallow it. When men spit into their mouths, they swallow it. And when men shit into their mouths, they chew and swallow it.

Generally, the longer one has been a slut and the whore, the dirtier, nastier, more filthy she – girl, woman, faggot, or sissy – is. Public display of one’s pussy, ass, tits, or one’s fagcunt, sissyclit, and sissytits is common amongst sluts and whores. Sucking cock, licking and tonguing yummy butthole, and getting fucked in public are everyday occurrences. Lifelong sluts and whores – as we are born that way – thrive on filth. We like cum, pee, spit, and shit together. We want the world to witness our degradation without humiliation, our indignity without shame. We worship not only cock, but every ejaculation and elimination of men.

Not to deprive any other race of its worthy sluts and whores, I would venture that most of the world’s sluts and whores are white. The reason for this seems clear. Whites are inferior to the other races. It is not only about dick size, which renders black men most desirable of all men to females, regardless of race, and thus superior to all other men. It is also about breeding ability. Black men are better fuckers, their seed the most capable of impregnating women, that sperm rich with the genes, the DNA, of the Earth’s most ideal man.

White men should all bow down to black men. Those of us who were born sissy faggots felt the immediate attraction to black men. They are gods to us. We worship them in their entirety. Their cocks sustain us. Their cum nourishes us. Their pee quenches our thirst, bathes away the impurities of our skin and hair. Their buttholes, fragrant and delicious, burst forth with all the solid food we will ever need – their yummy, yummy shit.

Straight white men who once could score a white girl here and there, are now finding that that is not the case. All white women, as all other women, now realise what they have been missing. Once they have tried black cock, they will never, ever return to white cock. Again, it is not only the size of those black beautiful cocks, not only how black men fuck, it is about breeding black babies, one after another, to add to the numbers of the master race, the black race. Straight white men now have only one alternative, to become gay, to serve black men as well, to suck their dicks, to eat their asses, to bend over and take the cocks of any black men who want to fuck them.

Black men fuck white women to get them pregnant. They fuck white faggots and sissies just to use them, because they are so willing, so submissive, so eager to please their black masters, so much fun. Between their breedings of white women, they can be totally free to get down and dirty with their faggots, their sissies. Their sloppy cocks are gladly accepted by all faggots and sissies, who believe that the more filthy a cock is, the better it is. Poz cocks – no problem. Black men fuck formerly straight white men as they would do anything man-to-man – man-to-man. 

White sluts and whores also prefer black bulls with their big black cocks, of course. They, too, want to be seeded, to be bred. Pregnancy should in no way hinder the sex life of sluts and whores. Until the last couple of months of pregnancy, they can still be fucked. There is no need to interrupt at all their sucking of cock, their rimming and tongue cleaning of yummy buttholes, their drinking of pee, and the eating of shit. After the babies are born, they, too, can be raised as sluts and whores-in-training, observing their mothers servicing black men. It is best to learn early, to see how their mothers so adore the black men who fuck them, how they cherish those big black cocks, how they do anything and everything their black lovers demand of them.  

White faggots and sissies, though they want with all their hearts to bear black babies, may only imagine that sublime pleasure. As they cannot mother the children of their black masters, they must be happy simply to remain their white-trash whores, their sex and toilet slaves, to be passed from one black man to another, used again and again and again, their mouthpussies taking load after load after load of cum, and all the pee, spit, and shit they can savour; their asspussies getting load after load after load of cum, of sperm, of the black essence, to penetrate their inner tissues, to enter their blood, flowing now in obedience to black domination.

In closing, briefly, I would be remiss if I neglected to clarify how, precisely, sluts differ from whores. The difference is subtle but significant. There is more of a frivolity with sluts than with whores. Sluts  may not be full-time sluts. They may be hot wives. They may have to save their sluttishness ’til they get off work. In general, there is less commitment there than there is with whores. With whores, their love, want, and need of cock is forever evident. There is no disguising it. They live and breathe cock and cum. They live to serve the most deviant sexual desires of men, to serve them as sex slaves, toilet slaves, breeding machines – however they they are asked or demanded to serve. Contrary to public opinion, it is the sluts who are more likely to suck and fuck for money. Whores can not give it away fast enough.

Yes, I am a slut…because I have puffy little sissy tits that I make sure men can see, no matter what I am wearing…because I like to show them off…because I let all men fuck me, bareback, of course…because I love the cocks and the cum of men I don’t know…because I let men cum in my mouth, in my ass, and anywhere else they want to…because I adore cum, I need it…because I have been a sissy faggot all my life, even when I was very young…because I can’t remember a time when I was not sucking boys’ and men’s cocks, licking their yummy buttholes, and getting fucked by them…because I have always felt more like a girl than like a boy…because only men turned me on…because very early on in life that is how I got started…because I have always loved cock, and I was brave enough to ask for it…because the more cock I had, the more I wanted, and the more cum I had, the more I wanted…because my little sissyclit is only good for peeing, which I always do sitting…because when boys and men noticed my little clitty, they knew, too, that I was a little sissy faggot, and they were not surprised when I asked them if I could suck their cocks, if they would fuck me…because true faggots don’t get humiliated being called faggots…because they love being faggots…because that is what they are, and there is no denying it…because after a sissy faggot like me is fucked so, so many times, her ass gives it away…because her hole is deep, always gaping, and often flowing with cum, and her ass cheeks round, and her hips are bigger…because all asses love to be fucked…because it feels so good to be fucked while I am sucking cock…because I can’t be abused…because I want it so much…because I always have…because my answer to abuse is always, Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!…because the more I am fucked, the more I want to be fucked…because rape is impossible with me…because I beg for it…because gangbangs always have me screaming for more…because I never ask if a man is poz…because I don’t care…because poz cock is hot…because true sissy faggots know that their sole purpose in life is to service the sexual needs of men…because all the times I have willingly submitted to servitude as a sex and toilet slave to men, I have been most happy…because I love everything about men, everything that comes from men, all that they ejaculate, and all that they eliminate, all their cum, and pee, sweat, spit, and shit…because I am a nasty cockwhore, a dirty cumslut, an filthy peethirst, a perverted shitsavour…because anonymous gloryhole cock, and strange cock, cock that knows no restraint, cock that fucks every hole it can shove itself into, is just as nasty, just as dirty, just as filthy as I am…because I have always been a slut, I have always been a whore…because cock was the only toy I had growing up, cum, and pee, and shit, my only dessert, the fragrance and the taste of the sweaty, pissy, cummy, shitty crotches of men, the sweetest bouquets to me…because being a slut, a whore to all men assures men that I do not pick and choose, that I take all cocks, all cum, poz and neg, before work, after work, before they fuck their wives, after they fuck their wives, before they shower, after they have been fucking other men all night…because my mouth and my ass are always open for cock, for cum, always filled with cum, poz and neg, mixed…because I douche only once a day, in the morning, if I have a minute between fucks, and if the men who fuck me have filled my large white pee bowl with pee, which is the only thing I douche with…because I am not bi, and I am not gay…because I am a faggot, a sissy faggot…because though I don’t wear dresses very often, I do wear makeup and paint my nails, and I do show off my sissyclit and my sissycunt, and I do have a naturally high voice like a girl, and I walk and behave like a girl, and, most importantly, I love, love, love to suck cock and get fucked…because, again, my little dick is only big enough to be a clit, and I am fit only for all the things a girl is fit for, sucking cock, eating yummy butthole, and getting fucked…because I have walked the streets like a whore, and hung out in restrooms sucking cock like a slut, and let men fuck me on the street like a whore, and went from cock to cock in the porn cinema sucking cock and swallowing cum like a slut…because…because…because…