He's allowing me to feel special, to be his little girl."Tell me what you want," he says."I want to please you, Sir." How?" Any way you see fit, Sir."...Don't be coy, slut. I'm going to ask you again. Tell me what you want."I whine. Though I've asked for this a hundred times, I still feel funny somewhere deep inside when I do. "I want to suck your cock, Sir." Good girl," he says, undoing his belt buckle. "Go on, take it out. Show me how eager you are, you little cocksucker."I undid the button. I was sitting on the bed before her. She was busy doing something on her lappy when she asked me the question.“What would you do if I were your girlfriend?”I looked at her. She was busy doing something in her laptop. I ignored her question and kept studying.“What would you do if I were your girlfriend?” She asked again. I looked at her. She was staring right into my eyes. I went near her and kissed her.She kissed me back at the same time as if she were prepared for this one. I leaned on her. If I had known what was going to happen next, disappointment would be the last thing on my mind.The strip club was situated in a very rough part of town, and I felt a little nervous as we queued up to get in. There were two big shaven-headed bouncers on the door, and they both grinned when my sister told them about my kissing quest."It's her wedding day tomorrow, and she has to kiss a hundred men tonight."Both men leered at me, and the bigger of the two asked how many I'd kissed. You'll be rich!And beautiful! And serially orgasmic!"The thought of being Freda's lover was intoxicating. The excitement ofthe day. The humiliation of it all. I squeaked, most unmanfully, andpumped out six, thick strings of cum. All over my greased pubic area.And girlish nipples.I was exhausted. Heaving, desperate for oxygen. And shamed beyond words.I was a little faggot sissy nancyboy. I wanted to crawl in a hole andpull the dirt over my head.But Freda would have none of it."Nice work. But.