Becoming a whore at Neighborhood Park [part 2][Exclusive]

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/118588639

You were a closet sissy, your life a dull grey until you slipped into silk and lace. You were a good boy in public, but a caged girl in private. Your therapist, Dr. Sterling, a woman with eyes that saw too much, knew your secret. "Go to the park," she suggested, "dress pretty. You'll be safe."

So, you did. Clad in a sexy dress, stockings, hot high heels, your cock tucked away, you trembled in the dusk. A group of guys noticed you, their eyes raking over your girlish figure. "Damn, you're hot," one of them said, the words like a hot brand. "You a girl or a boy?" another asked, smirking.

You blushed, your heart hammering. "Boy," you whispered, voice tight. "But I like to dress up."

"We can see that," one of the guys responded, his eyes full of lust. "You've got some serious potential to be a hot bitch."

They complimented your padded curves, the way the dress hugged your body.
They wanted you. Slowly, hands explored your body, finding the tucked-away bulge between your legs, "youre such a cute thing with that little surprise". They called you names - slut, sissy, pretty boy. Each word sent shivers of pleasure down your spine.

Their hungry mouths were everywhere, until your own caged cock was out and throbbing. Wasting no time they fucked you like a slut. Going back home, your mouth and body were cum stained. You could not walk properly because your ass pussy was in pain from all the hot fucking.

Your secret sissy life became your addiction. Every night, you’d go to the park, waiting for the men, eager for their attention, eager to please. Their thick 11-inch cocks broke you, turned you into a needy, panting mess. You were no longer just a closet crossdresser, you were their park pussy, their dirty little secret, and you loved every second of it. You were broken, and you were free.