Sissy Roommate -- Part 2 -- The First Time

As I said, I am Tank's full-time sissy girlfriend now.  I wear only girl clothes and make-up and I keep my hair long and in a very feminine style. I diet to stay super skinny.  I slather my body with creams and lotions to keep my skin soft.  I do this all to please Tank.  I haven't seen Tank all summer and he should be arriving any minute. Here are some photos Tank took of me last spring. He likes it when I wear really short skirts.

But I wasn't always a girlish sissy living only to serve a demanding, strong alpha-male. My life changed completely that first day that I met him.

"Come over here," Tank said, without even bothering to ask my name.  "I have a cramp in my leg.  I need you to massage it for me."  Tank pulled off the sweat pants he had been wearing, revealing a thin pair of nylon gym shorts.

I did not want to do what Tank was asking.  "I don't know anything about massages or..." I started to explain.

"Just do it now!" he demanded, pointing to his thigh.


I don't know why, but I complied with his order.  I figured he was an important athlete and that I should try to help him out if I could.  I knelt by his bed and started rubbing his thigh.

"Mmm.  Yeah.  That's good.  Rub harder.  Yeah," he said.  I was pleased that I was doing it right.  "You're hands are so soft.  Like a girl's."  I felt embarrassed when he said that but I kept on rubbing his thigh.

"Now jerk me off," Tank said as if it were the most natural request in the world. I was completely shocked when he said that.  I pulled away from him and said I wouldn't do that.  "Yes you will," he insisted.  With one hand he yanked down his shorts and with the other he grabbed my wrist and forced my hand on his enormous dick.  "Do it," he commanded, keeping his hand firmly wrapped around my wrist.  I was really scared and no match for this mountain of a man.  I wrapped my fingers around his huge cock and started stroking him, pumping him.  "Yeah, bitch! That's it!"  His breathing got more rapid and his dick started swelling.

"You know," he said, "You sort of look like a girl.  You got long hair and no muscles.  Yeah, I think we're going to pretend that you really are a girl."  He was really panting now.

"Use your mouth, bitch" he ordered.  No way I was going to that, but Tank grabbed hold of my hair and forced my head to his crotch.  I sealed my lips tightly closed, but with his other hand, Tank pinched my nose so I couldn't breathe. "Open wide, slut," he said with a laugh. As I opened my mouth to gasp for air, Tank jammed his dick into my mouth.  With both of his hands now tightly holding my head in place, I had no ability to move or fight back.  And in an instant, Tank's cock exploded, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky cum.

When he was done with me, he roughly shoved me away.  "Next time, wear a dress and some make-up or something so it won't feel so gay."

"What the fuck," was all I could think, as I pulled myself up from the floor and ran out of the room.