Susan's First Time Part 3: Susan's First Party

Susan sat behind a couch drinking from a bottle of water cum oozing out of her ass. Her nylons were tattered, torn, and cum spattered like the rest of her. It was in her hair, on her face, and most of her body. Her heels were missing.

She had lost count of how many men she had sucked or had fucked her. Was it ten, fifteen, or more? It didn't matter Susan couldn't stop she wanted more. And after this little rest she would go back. It wouldn't be fair if the other girls used them all up.

Much later he found her leaning against the stage in a daze absently wiping fresh cum from her face and small tits sucking then licking it off her fingers.

"Well I see you've been having a good time girl." She looked at him blankly trying to focus her eyes on his face, "Huh? What," she mumbled.

"You're in overload girl," he laughed sitting next to her. He pinched one of her nipples. "Ouch!" She squeaked slapping his hand away. "Oh! You! I suppose you're going to fuck me again. Don't you ever get enough?" He laughed again, "No girl I'm all fucked out. But you I bet could take a few more."

Susan looked at him with horror then started to sob. Tears ran through the cum on her face. "You fucking bastard! What did you do to me you monster! My ass is so stretched out so much it will never be the same again! I can't ever to look in a mirror again! All I'll ever see there is a perverted sissy boy who takes it up the ass! I'm so ashamed! Oh, God! You did it! I hate you! You turned me into a cum loving slut!" She buried her face in her hands and continued to sob.

He leaned against the stage and sighed. "Cry it out girl. You will never be male again girl and your asshole will be tight again in less that an hour. That's just one of the things I have given you. And this little romp tonight will look different after a few hours of rest and some food. Ah, there he is," he said standing up, "Go with the nice man. He'll get you in a hot tub then show you to your bed."