I’d been observing Mr. Johnson for weeks now, watching him mow his lawn and stare longingly at my voluptuous ebony body every time I sunbathed in my skimpy bikinis out by the pool. Poor little white boy, so repressed and virginal, barely more than a boy really. I decided to have some fun with him.
One afternoon, I caught him peeking over the fence, his pale pecker straining in those tight jeans. I called out in my sultriest voice, “Hey there, Mr. Johnson…care to join me for a swim?”
He nearly dropped his beer, stumbling over himself to rush inside and change into swim trunks. When he returned, practically panting, I crooked a manicured finger at him. “Come closer…I want to show you something.”
Trembling, he approached until I could reach out and cup his bulge. I purred, “Mmm, you’re already so excited, aren’t you sissy? I bet you’ve never been with a real woman before.”
Mr. Johnson gulped and blushed crimson as I stroked him through the damp fabric. “N-no, Miss Cinnamon. No one’s ever touched me like this before.”
“I can tell, baby,” I cooed, enjoying his reactions. Slowly, teasingly, I unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It sprang free, fully erect and leaking pre-cum. “Look at this juicy white stick, so stiff and ready. You need Ebony to give you some experience, don’t you?”
“Yes m’am,” he gasped as I openly fondled his shaft, feeling it pulse in my grip. “I need you so bad.”
“Then be a good boy and get on your knees,” I instructed firmly. “And lick my pussy like the sissy you are.”
He dropped down immediately and buried his face between my thighs, lapping subserviently at my bare, dripping sex. “Mmm fuck yeah, get that tongue in deep!” I encouraged.
Mr. Johnson ate me out like a man possessed, literally burying his face in my dark folds and slurping my nectar. I ground on him until I came hard, then pushed him back. “Alright sissy, you may put that slutty little cock in me now.”
“Yes Miss Cinnamon, thank you Miss Cinnamon!” he exclaimed before thrusting up into my tight heat. We coupled enthusiastically, my big tits bouncing as he pounded me.
When he gasped, “I’m gonna cum!” I snapped, “Not inside, white boy! Pull out!” At the last second, he yanked free and shot ropes of spunk all over my smooth belly and thighs. “Good sissy!”
From that day on, Mr. Johnson became my personal boy toy. I had him serving me daily – eating my pussy, lapping up my cum, and eagerly taking his new Mistress’s strap-on up his virgin ass. Within a week, he was proudly wearing my lacy lingerie and heels, fully embracing his sissy identity.
I decided to invite some girlfriends over for a sissy party and show off my new subbie. They all had a ball making him serve them drinks, then passing him around to use as their dildo. Watching him debase himself so eagerly got me extremely wet.
I bent him over the table and took my satisfaction, slamming my thick strap-on into his already stretched ass. “Take your Mistress’s cock, sissy! This hole belongs to ME now!” I growled as I grinded into him.
He squealed in pleasure-pain, “Yes Miss Cinnamon, I’m your sissy, your slutty little fucktoy!”
“You sure are, baby,” I said, fucking him deeper. “My perfect submissive white boy. I’m gonna keep you forever!”
Mr. Johnson sobbed gratefully, a happy sissy. We both came hard, then he cleaned me with his tongue, looking up at me adoringly. I knew then I’d broken in the perfect slave.
