The slap on my face was beyond painful. The sensation of being slapped over and over and over on my face felt like fire. All because I could not take proper instruction.

About two months ago I had my first experience as a tranny. I went to a bar dressed like a whore: tight mini skirt, leather like blouse that looked as if it could not keep my tits in any longer, 5″ red high heel pumps, and a red shoulder-length wig all gave me the look of a professional girl.

Men could not stop staring. Although I was nervous, I liked the attention I was getting. After a few of the usual “Hi honey, can I buy you a drink?” then came by a man that appeared different. His smile, made me feel at ease, forgetting for a moment that I was a silly cross dresser trying to fool a few men.

“Hi, my name is Bobby and I am visiting the country for the first time.” He sounded so genuine and kind that I wanted to know him better. “Hi Bobby, welcome the the U.S.!” I said with the most breathy and sexy voice I could find.

In what seemed like only a hour, we found ourselves talking for five full hours until it was so late, that we were the last ones in the bar. Bobby worked for the government of Algeria and he was here to do some business transaction. Whatever, I liked him and found myself staring into his eyes.

“Would it be too forward of me to ask if you need a ride home, lovely lady?” I was charmed off my high heels. He really thought that I was a lovely lady! I found myself saying yes before I knew it and soon we were off into the night.

We went to his hotel room and he poured us a drink. I sipped mine but found myself becoming dizzy. When I told him, he suggested that I just lay on the couch until I felt better.

The next think I knew, I was awakened by a splitting headache and the sound of a woman crying. I was no longer in his apartment, or even in the country for what I could tell. Bobby was gone and now I was in a small room with two other women and about six men.

One woman was being told to strip and when she hesitated, they slapped her so hard that she fell to the floor. Te other woman was giving two men oral sex but it appeared she was fighting it as they were holding her in place tightly and demanding that she improve her “work”.

A man came over to me and smiled and said “Another dumb bimbo that has fallen for our Bobby! How amusing!”

I was drugged and then kidnapped for the sole purpose of becoming a sex slave! I had to get out of here! Then several men came over and told me to show them my “talents”. I started to beg for them to let me go, but then they started hold me down, strapping me to a post. Before long I could not move and they asked me again to show them what I could do. I started crying. Maybe I really was a woman! I knew I was trapped!

Then a large man came close and said “I know you are nothing but a bimbo, but you will show us your talents because you are now a cumslut!”, then he began slapping my face over, and over, and over.

The only escape from this terrible pain was to do exactly as he desired. I finally said “Okay! Okay! I will show you! Undo my arms, please.” Once my arms were untied, I went over to the large man and slowly unzipped his pants, exposing a massive cock! I knew that I had to obey.

I first started stroking it, then kissing the head. Then he grabbed my head and shoved the cock so far down my throat that I almost blacked out! I sucked best I could and found that he was pulling and pushing my head so violently, that I did not have to do much of anything, he was using me as a fuck doll.

Soon, he moaned and cum shot out! He missed my mouth and it went all over my face, eyes and lips. The other men laughed and applauded my efforts. “She will bring a high price tag, don’t you think?” Then I knew that to survive, I would have to become the best blow job bimbo on the planet.

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