Indian Sissy Dreams Finally Came True

The sun was humming hard, it was afternoon and I was the sole resident of my double-occupancy hostel room. It was December in the midst of the mid-semester break. Only a fifth of the hostel was filled, however, beyond my room, at least five other rooms were empty on either side.

This was an atmosphere of boredom and vice was sure to come up. We all know what boredom leads to. In the humdrum of daily life, we occupy ourselves with mundane and so-called “important” tasks, but, deep down, the sole thing we want is to satiate our nastiest desires.

Already, a week had passed in the one-month long break. I had somehow occupied myself with a bit of studying, a movie here and then, and porn, loads of it. The college provided us with free, high-speed and unrestricted internet, and I was determined to take full advantage of it.

I started out with the vanilla straight stuff, but slowly and easily, my imagination and fantasies were being unchained.

I delved deeper into another category: sissy transformation videos. I discovered that I loved watching cocks, loved when cum came dripping out of them. How it spread over a woman’s face, I wished I was that woman.

I wished I was the one getting fucked. I wished I was the one having my butt-cheeks slapped and my nipples bitten, my body violated. I wanted to feel like a woman, to be desired and dominated.

The feeling was beyond my control. I started shaving my legs. I had long slim legs and I loved how smooth they felt when hairless. In no time, I was shaving my entire body, including my facial hair. From head to toe, I was totally hairless.

When I looked in the mirror, I used to have a strange turn-on. This is what I wanted to be like. But this was not enough. My slim body was also complemented by a bubbly butt, and I wanted to make it bigger by doing squats.

Every day, I had a bath, shaved myself completely and cummed on my face and swallowed it. I loved the taste of my cum. How sticky and smooth it was on my face, and how slutty it made me feel like the whores I watched in porn, the ones I wanted to be like.

I supplemented my sissy-hood by eating fiber to keep my ass clean. Now, I had all the reasons to explore my ass and know what it feels like to be fucked.

I had known about Grindr for a while since coming to college and knew it was the easiest way to realize my dreams. I started out slow, met a senior from a nearby college, and let him throat-fuck me.

He had a normal sized uncut cock and I loved it when he choked me with it. I joyfully swallowed his cum, but didn’t let him fuck me, which he respectfully agreed to.

I matched with another guy, the one who would fulfill my fantasies. He was 30 years old, unmarried and living alone, and working as a manager in some company, which I didn’t care to know about. We discussed our fantasies, he wanted to dominate me, to make me lick his asshole and to treat me like a cheap whore, which I was begging to be.

We exchanged our numbers after thirty minutes of chatting. We were both very satisfied with each other, having exchanged our nudes and face pics on Whatsapp. His body, evincing the time he spent in the gym, was in contrast to my slim one, an instant turn-on for me.

He was dark-complexioned and had a black mustache. He loved my bubble butt and my hairless body and asshole. A time and place were decided. We were meeting on a weekend, so we’d have plenty of time to explore each other. He was a gentleman, and offered to bring condoms and lube, and even asked me what I’d like to eat at dinner.

The anticipated day finally came. I started preparations at the earliest, I was to meet him in the evening.

I bathed and shaved myself to perfection, brushed my teeth and cleaned my ass. Fantasizing about him, I used a cucumber to stretch my asshole and make it ready for him.

I didn’t jerk my dick off so I would be horny and slutty for him. I put on a white t-shirt and grey pajamas with shoes. Lastly, I used strawberry lip-balm on my lips and a mouth-freshener for my breath. I took a cab to his place, and before entering, I put on some female perfume.

I knocked on his door and he welcomed me with a hug. His arms were big and strong, and he embraced me like I was his. The dinner was already served on his dining table, and he pulled my chair out for me and I promptly sat down beside him. There were also a few bottles of red wine, which we drank slowly as we started talking and eating.

It was a jovial atmosphere, he was eyeing my entire body which was turning me on. I was attracted to him more than ever.

The wine was showing its effect: he started stroking my thighs, gradually taking his strokes over my crotch. I was getting out of control now. I leapt out of my chair and into his lap.

He took my shirt off and we started kissing passionately, like hungry dogs. His warm, wet tongue was exploring every inch of my mouth and I was loving each touch of his. His hands were conquering the arches of my back and making their way inside my pajamas. His fingers found my asshole and started poking it.

Both of his hands were inside my pajamas now and with one push of his arms, he tore it off of me. My ass was naked and in his hands. He got up and pulled me by my hair, while I smiled the wicked smile of the slut I had become.

I entered his bedroom, he took off his clothes, and his black cock, at least 7″ and fat, was thrust into my mouth. I was gasping hard for breath, such was the size of his member, but he was showing me no mercy. He was throat-fucking me, filling my mouth with his precum.

The only time he gave me some reprieve was when he made me lie down face up and sat on me rubbing his asshole all over my face. I was begging for it, begging to be abused and loving every second of it.

After 20 minutes of throat-fucking and rimming, I was out of control, I was ready for anything. I would’ve done anything he made me to. He made me lie in doggy, while he finger-fucked my asshole, and then I tasted his fingers, tasted my asshole.

Soon, he put his dick slowly inside me. I gave a moan, but what was the use? I was his now. His to do with as he pleased.

Hope you liked this story. If you do, please let me know. I might make a second part to this based on your feedback. Cheers!