I was so fed up with these local boys staring at me while I do my work. For backup I called my sissy friends @k_sissy112@Emilia1430 and we 3 looking at the boys like we gonna eat their dicks alive….
Akka dressed sissy me in this green saree and sent me to the house owner’s office.
I stood there like a decent village girl, hands folded, looking shy.
He locked the door, lifted the saree and used both holes on the chair.
Then he sent me back out looking proper.
Now I’m standing here smiling like nothing happened while his cum is running down my legs under the saree.
Sissy me was thrown out from my home after they found out I like to be a girl. Now here I’m a with slutty makeup, slutty saree and lorry drivers for Rs.40 anal and getting destroyed and torn apart.
When I married the one bull who made me a true sissy, I thought he loved me. But turns out I’m just one of his sissy girls. So now here I’m cooking and working for a hotel owner sissy slave and cooking in the morning and for salary at night he will use me however he wants and throws me.
When akka found out I steal her panties and cum inside them, she made me wear her half saree, put makeup on, and stand near the public toilet to make money.
Here I am waiting near the toilet, asking random uncle for Rs.10 and sucking their unwashed dirty cock for my akka.
Akka sent sissy me to the village fair in her red saree to sell toys.
I stood there like a proper girl, midriff out, looking decent.
Local uncles kept coming to the stall not for toys.
They stared at my chest, rubbed against me behind the table, and one even put money in my blouse.
I had to keep smiling and selling while they used the village sissy between customers.
Sissy me stole akka’s half saree and was watching porn.
Akka came to the room and caught me in it.
She promised not to tell anyone… but I had to go to the village and live like a girl from now on.
Here I am, maid, washing the house owner’s clothes in her saree.
Uncles standing there watching me and rubbing their cocks.
Sissy me was taking bath in the tent with only petticoat covering my chest.
Local goon knocked. I got scared.
He grabbed my hair, pulled me, tore the petticoat and started fucking while the whole village watched.
After he left, some local uncles peed in my mouth.
Then an aunty came, spit on me and left.
I’m still standing there holding what’s left of the cloth.
Sissy me had a rough month so I had no other choice to do labour work.
There I am in my dirty orange half saree folded, standing like a real slut.
While I was doing work some local village boys were sightseeing me.
I’m yelling like a proper aunty — “Get out you, if you stare again I’m gonna tell your mom.”
They ran away.
Local beggars stopped me near the haystack.
Lifted the orange saree, felt the sissy cock and laughed.
They bent me over the hay, used both holes, made me suck their dirty dicks and drink their piss.
Then they sent me walking again with pallu barely covering, cum and piss running down my thighs.
Now they call me whenever they see me.
Village sissy is their free street toilet.
Sami found me in the fields still holding the sickle.
Pulled me behind the bushes, lifted the orange saree and used both holes till I was leaking down my legs.
Then he fixed my pallu, put the blade back in my hand and said
“Go back to work. Look busy.”
I stood there in the sun, hand on my hip, pretending I was only cutting grass…
while his cum was still running down and I couldn’t even close my thighs properly.
Good little village slut. Back to the field like nothing happened.
Hijra akka dressed me in this clean kurti so I look like a decent girl from outside.
Then she made me put both hands behind my head and stand in the doorway.
“Smile. Show them you are ready.”
Anyone who pays 200 can lift it, use my leaking holes and leave me dripping. I keep my arms up the whole time like a trained street sissy so they can look at everything while they fuck.
This pretty pose is just advertising.
Underneath I am only a cheap clit-slut collecting money for akka.
Whenever I look at this purple nighty I always remember the time when my bull mercilessly fucked my brain out in the back of the car and left me out on the streets leaking and me walking shamelessly to my house to help my mom in household.
Was just doing chores in my nighty when Sami called.
Went out to his car still soft and dripping.
He reminded me who’s the sissy and who’s the bull… then fucked me senseless in the backseat.
Used both holes till I was leaking and shaking.
Dropped me home, I fixed my kurti and went straight back to cleaning like a good little village slut.
As he drove off I just whispered…
“Bye Sami…” to my bull 💦
Akka sent me out on this old bike looking like a simple village girl delivering milk.
Kurta, dupatta, no makeup — so nobody suspects.
But under the salwar I am already leaking. Any man who waves 200 can take me behind the shops, lift it, use both holes and send me back on the road still dripping.
I ride through the market with cum running down, milk can rattling, face straight.
This decent look is only cover.
I am akka’s street sissy doing rounds.
Akka sent me on stage in this tight green blouse and cheap saree.
“Hold it at the hip. Show stomach. Smile for the men.”
I danced, collected notes in my blouse, then went behind the banner and let them use both leaking holes for 300 each.
This pretty village-girl pose is only the advertisement.
Underneath I am akka’s public sissy — dripping, used, and earning between songs.
Hijra akka bathed me, draped the wet blue saree and made me lift both arms.
“Don’t wipe. Let them see you dripping like a ready hole.”
Then she dragged me to the temple festival in the other saree, hands forced above my head.
I had to dance, clap and smile while men touched, paid and used me behind the mandap. Cum and piss running down my thighs under the silk.
This holy pose is only for show.
I am akka’s street sissy — leaking, cheap, and working in front of the idol.