"Mmmmmm."
Madame Cougar chuckled as "Sweet-Pea" Rasputin eagerly sucked on one of her breasts.
The pudgy young sissy was so adorable, from the top of the big pink bow in his hair to the bottom of his adorable shiny mary janes. From his super-curly black perm to his pink frilly rumba panties. He was the cutest, softest, girliest girly-boi around. Well, unless you counted Sweet-Pea's thick, throbbing meat.
About the only thing Katherine Pryde liked better than having Sweet-Pea lick her titties was letting him thrust deep up her hungry old snatch and give her the fucking she needed.
As the horny old slut hugged Sweet-Pea to her heaving bosom, she suddenly got the image of herself young and innocence, spending all her time fiddling with silly computers and mooning after a tall, muscle-bound version of her Sweet-Pea.
It seemed so real, it once was real.... Once Katherine had been a sweet little nervous nerd instead of a horny old bitch. A rich bitch. A rich old bitch who got all the fucking she could ever want.
"Sweet-Pea, fuck your cougar!"
* * *
Marion Janet Fisk puffed on her cigar and smirked as Frost busied himself trying on his new fur coat. It was funny how much that tart seriously thought Marion Jane was in love with him, instead of him being nothing but a nice piece of ass for her to parade around and fuck. Once the Queenpin was tired of him, she'd toss the preening himbo out and find something new. Even now, it might be nice to have two trophy toys, one piece of candy for each arm. Maybe that Storm. He was a nice, well-hung black boy and would add a bit of variety.
No, Marion Janet didn't love Frost. She did love Petunia. Oh, she wasn't in love with her. Any fool could see that Petunia Katzenberg was very clearly Marion Janet's inferior. She was almost like the Queenpin's pet: someone to coo over and think fondly of, but order if they got disobedient. Not that Petunia ever would. She was utterly devoted, worshiped the ground Marion Janet walked on. Whether Petunia was cleaning at the time, looking after May Fisk, or even licking out the Queenpin's dripping cunt. The fat crime lord would never make love to Petunia, but she saw nothing wrong with wrapping her thick thighs around Petunia's head so the woman could lick and lick.
She was a great licker!
* * *
"Now theen," Remy announced to his class. "Today, we weell look at 'ow a seessy can attract ze attention of a real man."
He pursed his lips and smiled at his class. It was such an honour to be one of the few sissies teaching a class rather than just being fucked. So lovely.
* * *
Petunia Katzenberg giggled as she was pushed into the room.
"So, this is her, Nick?"
"Yeah." Nick Katzenberg puffed on his cigar. "This bitch may not look like much, but she gives fucking great head. And great fucking ass. Give her a try."
Petunia blushed and glanced nervously at her Nicky as J. Jonah Jameson advanced on her.
Petunia was confused and wasn't sure what to do. But she loved her Nicky and if her MAN was going to pimp her out to his boss, she was going to do what he said.
Jameson was strangely fascinated. There was something about this fat slut that made him want to fuck her over.
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