Porch Pirate Princess

Another day, another dollar.

"But I needed more dollars." I had thought to myself as I walked through the barn of the farmhouse I had recently inherited from my late aunt and uncle to overlook my dwindling inventory. I had been using the barn to run my eBay business primarily selling whatever I stole from peoples packages and deliveries.

Yes, I am a porch pirate.

It beats getting a real job. Plus it was easy seeing as I had plenty of space and all. Inheriting a house gave me a free place to live but no real income and I was quite lazy so stealing seemed like a great idea.

"I need more shit to sell." I thought again. I barely cleared $1,200 last week. Time to go to work. The thought sickened me. W O R K, a four letter word if ever there was one.

Still, I had a pretty good scam going. The FedEx facility was about thirty miles away and all I had to do was wait outside their shipping gate and follow one of the delivery trucks and pick up a few deliveries when something looked promising.

I had gotten pretty good at picking out the good stuff from the crap although I discovered that almost anything sells when the opening bid is just one dollar.

But I needed more crap to sell.

I spent all weekend listing what few items I had remaining in inventory for sale and then headed out bright and early on Monday morning for a hard day of thieving.

My pickup and small trailer was ready and so was I.

They say happiness comes from doing a job you love, well I love stealing.

If only I had know.

As I sat outside the FedEx shipping gate waiting for a particular truck, one that makes deliveries in a nice part of town, (It too me a while to learn which trucks went where.) I wondered what kinds of treasure would it be today? Toys? Electronics? Clothing? whatever, it all sells.

I didn't have to wait long for the truck I planned to follow and soon was on my way.

"On my way?" what an interesting thought given where I ended up.

The truck made three small deliveries which I left alone since I hadn't made it into the good part of town yet so I kept following him. I would probably have to do this every day this week and maybe next week as well to get a good months worth of inventory.

Okay, here we go, good part of town.

But the truck didn't turn down the usual streets. I began to wonder if I had followed the wrong idiot and had wasted a whole day when he finally turned toward the really expensive houses. Practically mansions.

I usually avoided the really rich since they typically have better security but I kept following and soon he stopped outside the gate of a nice manor. He didn't do inside but just began unloading packages and depositing them outside the gate.

Lots of packages. Several dozen, in fact it seemed that the entire delivery truck was being emptied right outside this dudes gate.

When the FedEx driver had finished and drove off, I decided to take a chance and help myself. Like I said, normally I avoid the really rich ones but it was obvious no one was home and there was a legal loophole involving packages left on the street like these were.

I've stolen as many as eleven packages from one place before but this was way more. I didn't bother to count as I was in a hurry but by the time I was done, my entire pickup and trailer was full. In fact I had to toss a few packages on the passenger seat and floor to get them all.

Shit, best day ever... I hope.

My heart was going a mile a minute from the excitement. Hopefully this dude had ordered some high end shit for me to sell. My mind raced with the possibilities and it was hard to drive the speed limit as I made my way home. Hard but not impossible.

Never speed when your stealing, never.

I got back home and pulled my pickup and trailer into my barn and got ready for my own private Christmas.

I called my unboxing 'Christmas' because I felt like a kid on Christmas morning opening presents. It was so exciting.

I was back early since I had only stolen from one place and didn't follow the FedEx driver through his entire route. I unloaded the truck and then parked it outside so I had more room to work and then the fun began.

The first box, a small one only six inches by four by two was first. It looked like a smartphone box and I was good at guessing contents since I had a fuck ton of experience by now. I had been doing this since I had inherited the house just after I graduated highschool, so about two years.

But it wasn't a smartphone.

The funny looking contraption inside was described as a Chastity Cage. Okay no iPhone, I can deal. I had seen sex toys and the like before and like I said, it all sells.

The next box, somewhat bigger contained fake silicone titties. High end since the invoice listed a sale price of $1900.00. They felt nice in my hand too.

And so it went. Package after package had sex toys and other related kink.

Dildoes, vibrators, ball gags, wrist and ankle cuffs, leather bras, blindfolds, panties, drag queen dresses, spreader bars, butt plugs, anal beads, straight jacket, porno cd's, spanking paddles.

On and on it went. I didn't mind since it was all money to me.

Oh, and there was an iPhone so SCORE.

But the last four boxes, all identical contained something different. Each box contained a case of MegaMax adult diapers. This was truly weird. I tried looking on my tablet to see what they were worth and kept getting linked to gay porn sites that showed men wearing diapers and frilly dresses getting pounded in the asses and mouths by much larger men.

I couldn't explain it but my dick grew hard as I watched. I took one of the packages and opened it knowing I would not be able to sell it now and looked at one of the huge thick diapers.

I quickly grew paranoid and had to run to the barn door and peek outside to make sure no one was around. A silly thing to do since my house and barn couldn't be seen from the road and I had been running a criminal business for nearly two years without anyone bothering me.

"Someone's gonna have some fun." I said aloud and then added, "or would have if I hadn't spoiled it for them." And then I looked over the assorted kink I had laid out on the benches around my barn.

And I smiled.

I pulled my pants down and pulled the diaper between my legs and with a bit of awkward fumbling, managed to tape the diaper in place on me. It felt really weird but erotic at the same time. I had jacked off many times like any dude but this, rubbing my cock through the crinkling plastic and bulk of the diaper was such a turn on.

With one hand holding my pants to keep them from falling down to my ankles and the other hand rubbing the front of my diaper, I walked over to one of the benches to look over some of the sex stuff.

And I decided.

I stripped and first glued the fake titties on. The weight felt enormous and erotic and so I put one of the bra/girdles on. It had garters so naturally I put stockings on as well.

Normally I didn't do this sort of thing. I rarely open packages since I planned to sell everything but something drove me on. I put on something called a pettislip. it was short full slip that flared out at my waist. I found a dress the same length and pulled it over my head.

Now before I continue I just want to say the the act of pulling on a dress over my head was like getting high. I felt like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon as my arms and head passed through the dress and it fell about me.

Zipping it up took a little effort and I knew that I would be in serious trouble if I had to get out of it quickly.

There were girls shoes, not ladies shoes but girls shoes and close enough to my size that they fit well enough.

I was curious as to what I looked like but there were no mirrors in the barn. I cautiously walked to the barn door and peeked out feeling every bit the silly girl as I did so.

The coast was clear as expected but I was still terrified but also excited as hell so I stepped out cautiously. There was a brisk wind that I hardly noticed before but now, in a dress, I felt the wind rustle my skirts and swirl around my diaper.

I flat out ran to my house forgetting my keys were still in the barn so I ran back grabbed my keys and ran back to let myself in.

The only full length mirror in the whole house was in my aunt and uncles old room which I hadn't cleaned out yet (Like I said, I was lazy.). I went in feeling their eyes on me even though they were two years dead and stood in front of the mirror on the closet door.

Standing in the mirror was a twenty year old, five foot five, one hundred and seventeen pound sissy in a pretty pink party dress. The dress came down to about two inches below my diaper and flared out so if I made any sudden move the diaper would become visible.

I held up the skirts and stroked my cock through the diaper and soon squirted my cum into the diaper.

"Fuck that was good." I thought to myself... or did I say it out loud. I think I said it out loud.

I went back to the barn and began sorting through the kinky fetish and sex stuff again trying to decide what I might keep for future jack off sessions and what I could sell when I came across one of the invoices that had the recipients email address for order confirmation.

Now being a criminal I, like many non criminals had several anonymous email addresses and I just couldn't help myself. I sent an email the the guy I had stolen all this shit from and explained that thanks to him I had just had the best jackoff session of my life. I dont know why I felt like taunting him, maybe it was because I figured he would never call the police if he had to explain what he liked to wear or maybe it just made me feel better. I dont know but I hit the send button.

It didn't surprise me much when he responded just a few minutes later. I actually rubbed my cum soaked diaper as I read it.

There wasn't much, just instructions for activating the iPhone and a number to call him. It included and Apple Account.

Okay, now that was pretty weird.

I wonder if it would be fun to jackoff again while telling him about the money I was gonna make selling his stuff.

I activated the iPhone using the account provided all the while wondering if I could have used the account info to steal more. I'm not really into that but hay, I am a criminal.

I called the number provided in the email.

"Is this the guy who stole my packages? Thats a felony you know." a man voice said and the voice did not sound like it belonged to some sissy, more like a football player.

"So you wanna call the police and tell them about your wardrobe? I found the diapers particularly interesting. I'm wearing one now and rubbing myself." I said trying to taunt the man as much as I could but I was rubbing my diaper again under my dress.

"That is so fucking hot. You know, the little sissy boy who mows my lawn quit before I could get him into a dress so I really didn't lose anything here. Take a pic of your diaper and send it to me." the mans voice demanded.

Since I had no intention of showing my face I figured why not? so I snapped a quick photo of my jizzy diaper while holding up the skirt of my dress and sent it to him.

"Wow, pretty. Your wearing a dress too. You got me all hot here little girl. Lets meet for a quick fuck." He suggested.

"Back up dude. I aint into guys." I said but continued to rub my diaper clad dick as I said it.

"Pretty dress and cute diaper but not into guys? Sounds suspicious to me. How long have you been playing dressup princess?" he asked.

"This is my first time, I was curious about all the shit I had snagged and tried so of it on. I have to admit it felt good but Not really into cock dude." I said still rubbing myself as I really got into the conversation even though he had called me a little girl and princess.

"Send me a pic of your face princess." he asked.

I was about to tell him to go and fuck himself but my eye noticed the gags on one of the benches and I decided to put the most concealing one on and snapped a pic.

"Give me a minute." I said and grabbed a gag to put on.

The gag had a small but still ample rubber ball that fit nicely into my mouth and straps that fastened behind my head and more straps that went up and around my nose and over my head as well as straps that went past my ears. All the straps met in back of my head.

I snapped a pic and decided the gag concealed me enough that I could not be identified by the image and so I sent it to him.

I was really getting into this taunting game I had going on.

"Fuck, my cock is so hard. I wanna fuck you real bad sweetheart. Go and put the wrist cuffs on and lock them and then place the phone so I can see you and jackoff for me pretty one.

So now he wanted me to perform for him? Well, it was safe and fun too. I went to put the wrist cuffs on and after making sure I could unlock it myself, I locked my wrists together in front of me. I then propped the iPhone so he could get a good look as I sat on a bench and began rubbing myself with my shackled hands through my diaper.

I couldn't see him but I knew he could see me as I began. I started moaning loudly through my gag and was surprised by how much I enjoyed that.

"Take your time little fairy, make it last. Go real slow for daddy. Show me you can be a good girl." his words bit at me but still I obeyed and kept masturbating real slow for him.

"Oh that's a good girl, daddy's almost there sweetheart. I'm coming baby." He shouted through the iPhone.

For the second time in a couple hours I squirted cum into my diaper while I was wearing a dress, only now I had allowed someone to watch me.

I heard him hang up and I just laid back on the bench and closed my eyes to relax after the awesome experience. As I did, I sucked on the ball that was gagging me and reveled in the feel of my hands being secured together.

When I opened my eyes...

There was a large man standing over me. "I told you princess, I'm coming, daddy's almost there. He picked me up bodily and quickly undid my wrist cuffs and re did them behind my back.

He was at least six foot four and about two hundred and twenty pounds and was wearing a business suit.

"First thing you need to know princess is when you send a photo with an iPhone it includes an imbedded location tag.

"Mff... um... hnnn." I said trying to talk through the ball gag.

He escorted me over to the benches of stolen merchandise and grabbed a different gag, one that was made for keeping the mouth open for cocksucking. He removed my gag and began to put the new one on my mouth.

"Please dont, I'll pay you back for everything. Don't call the police, I'll retu......" I cried as he shoved the ring in my mouth to hold it open and then strapped it into place.

He then forced me to my knees and quite unceremoniously unzipped his fly and shoved his cock in my mouth and began to face fuck me.

And I cried...

But he stopped and pulled out before he came in my mouth. "Not a drop of sweet nectar for you today baby girl. Today is your christening day, the day where you become a girl for daddy. All that sweet daddy juice is for another hole.

He then grabbed and firmly but somehow gently placed me face down on the dirt floor of my barn with the skirts of my frilly dress up exposing my diaper.

He then expertly wiggled my diaper down to the tops of my stockings, just enough to expose my ass without tearing my diaper. I felt a finger enter me, then another and finally a third and as he finger fucked me my dick got hard again even though I was crying loudly through the fuck ring on my gag.

He pulled out his fingers but befor he began to fuck me he grabbed the ankle cuffs and placed them on my legs. "Don't want my new daughter to spread too wide, daddy likes his girl to have a tight pussy." He said and then he laid on top of me and I felt his cock on my ass cheeks.

He lathered some sort of lube on my ass and in my crack working it in with his fingers finger, fucking me again and then I felt his cock at my hole.

It hurt, real bad but he went slow, real slow. Almost too slow. It was as if I wanted it to end but also I wanted it to begin. And I cried some more.

It took a minute for him to bury his cock deep inside me and when I stopped whimpering he began to fuck me. He fucked me for a good five minutes real slow before reaching up and undoing the strap that held the fuck face gag in place.

"Is this so bad sissy? your little dicklet it hard as a rock so you must like this. Tell daddy you like it princess." He said as he continues to slowly, ever so slowly fuck me.

"I promise I'll never steal from you again." I cried and begged.

"Little one, hush. Daddy doesn't care about a few toys especially if it makes his baby daughter happy. You can keep everything. Tell daddy you'll be a good girl." He said almost as if he were really talking to a three year old.

"I'll be a good girl, please don't hurt me." I begged as his cock continued to split me in half and yet I still had a hard on.

"Tell daddy how much you like getting fucked by daddy's cock princess. Tell me your a princess who loves cock." he demanded never letting up in his fucking which by now was truly exciting me.

I knew at this point that I liked the feeling of a cock up inside my ass even if I was being fucked by the man whom I had just robbed so I said, "Yes daddy, I like daddy's cock. I like being daddy's baby princess."

"Daddy's gonna buy his baby girl so many pretty dresses that she will never have to go to work or steal again. Tell daddy what I can buy my baby princess so she'll be a better fuck toy. Tell daddy?" He demanded and punctuated his demand with a huge thrust in my asshole.

"Daddy, please buy me more diapers and pretty dresses please." I sobbed but in truth I was paying more attention to the feeling of his cock up my ass.

He began going faster and harder, harder and faster.

"Princess, do you want daddy to pull out and cum all over your pretty dress or should daddy shoot his sperm inside his baby daughter making her a proper sissy.

By this point I had given up and knew that pretty dresses, diapers and cock would be a part of my life so I begged, "Daddy, please cum inside me. Make me a sissy for real." And I think I meant it.

He pumped me real hard for another minute and all of a sudden I felt my bowels fill with his sperm.

I had been fucked and inseminated.

Daddy got off of me leaving me laying on the dirt with my skirt up and diaper down.

After a minute or so I tried to roll over which was hard with my hands bound behind my back and my ankles bound together. The man who called himself 'Daddy' and had just fucked me saw my struggle and came over and removed my bindings and helped me to my feet.

"let's get you dressed for dinner sweetheart." He said and then guided me to another of my benches. With one arm he swiped everything off it and onto the floor and then lifter me up and laid me on the bench on my back.

I was exhausted, to exhausted to argue or put up any kind of fight so I just let it happen. He took off all my clothes including my diaper and gag. Then he locked one of the chastity cages on my dick before diapering me again. The feeling of having a man diaper me made me feel utterly small."

He then dressed me in another outfit similar to the one I had on before except there were no garters, just sissy tights with ruffles across the ass and my fake titties that were glued to my chest were left to bounce around under the new dress which was purple.

A different pair of shoes from all the packages I had stolen, again purple, finished the outfit.

He made me get in the front seat of his car while he drove around town eventually stopping at a McDonald's for dinner making sure to ask me if I had wet my diaper just when the cashier at the drive through could hear. At least I didn't have to go inside.

After that, I was his. I belonged to him and his cock. I enjoyed it, I really did. He bought me pretty dresses beyond imagine with frills galore. He kept me in diapers and had me wet them for his pleasure often taking the time to stick his cock in the back of my diaper to fill my diaper with his pee pee. He delighted in making me sit in it. I only wore boy clothes when I had to go out somewhere other than his house and I was always given a spanking when I did.

I was his baby girl friend, his little princess, his sissy, his fuck toy.

He was wrong about one thing. The stealing. It's true daddy treated me like a princess and I had no need to steal anymore but I just delighted in putting on my prettiest and frilliest baby girl dresses and steal packages making sure to model for the security cameras.

I was quite popular and the news agencies called me "The Sissy Thief." and "Pervert Plunderer."and "Drag Queen Felon." but daddy always called me his.......

PORCH PIRATE PRINCESS