Chapter 14 Chrissie Gets Some Payback

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Chapter 14 Chrissie Gets Some PaybackChapter 14Chrissie Gets Some PaybackIt was late Saturday afternoon when we finally arrived home. Mommy was ina wicked state of sexual bliss brought on by the humiliating session shehad forced me to go through with a professional mistress. Her beautifulface was flushed with desire. Mommy had grown to love putting me throughdegrading experience after experience but this time she had gone way overthe edge. I had been forced to service over two dozen faceless men in afilthy glory hole in a sex shop off a narrow alley in Soho, spending morethan two hours on my knees under the lustful eyes of mommy and themistress, moving from one dangling cock to the next on my knees on thedirty floor. Some of the men had just arrogantly jerked off on my facewhile others had demanded the full treatment. I was filthy, covered indried cum and my stockings were raggedly torn at the knee. All I couldtaste was the residue of the jism so many men had shot into me. My tummywas slightly swollen; chock full of fresh semen swimming around inside mevainly looking for a woman’s egg to inseminate. By my own calculations Ihad the equivalent of a pint glass of the creamy goo in me and plentysplattered on my face and chest.Mommy went into the living room, slipped out of her skirt and lowered herknickers. Then she wantonly sat on the sofa with her stocking clad legssplayed and began to play with herself.”Come over here,” mommy said with a purr in her voice. “I’m so sorry youhad to service so many men today but I’ve heard that spunk is good foryour complexion. You should be glowing with health.””You can go and shower after mommy is taken care of,” she added. “Go downon your knees and put your filthy tongue to work.”I went on my knees, thanking the heavens the living room floor wascarpeted and began to lick around mommy’s pussy, teasing her before Iworked my magic. As my tongue started to go back and forth on her clitwith just the right amount of force she loved, she quickly had a strongorgasm wrapping her thighs around my ears and squeezing my head tightly.When her body stopped going through her post coital spasms, she pulled meup.”Take off your skirt and panties and come sit next to mommy,” she said.”I want to talk to you and I want to play with your little dick.”I flushed with excitement at the thought of that and quickly pulled downmy skirt and slipped off my panties. I sat next to mommy and felt hertouch me, which sent a quiver through my body. After three years ofstrong oestrogen treatment my once sub average size cock had shrunk toabout an inch in size and could no longer get hard, but I still enjoyedit when it was touched, particularly by mommy’s beautiful hand.”When you tried that ill-fated experiment of being a real man, did anyoneever suck your cock?” mommy asked playfully.”Before I married Heidi she did do it one time to me, but after thewedding she didn’t seem to be interested,” I replied, enjoying thefeeling of her two fingers playing with my little cock. “After she andHelen started me on the oestrogen treatment and I was chemicallycastrated, Heidi did confide about her lovers and how they liked to havetheir cocks sucked. I even saw her do it to a couple of men. I guess shejust didn’t like to do it with me.””Of course she didn’t like to do it to you honey,” mommy said with alittle chuckle, looking down at what was once my manhood. “Women onlywant to suck on a real man’s cock, not a sissy’s little thing. Women wantto be submissive to a powerful man and there’s no better way todemonstrate that than going down on them.””Heidi used to complain that guys never went down on her,” I said. “Shesaid it seemed like a one way street with the men she went out with. Eventhe men who knew she was married and didn’t suspect she had other loversdidn’t want to lick her pussy. It really bugged her that they didn’t takeher out on dates or even want to be seen in public with her, although oneguy did take her to a swinger’s club and one other guy was generousenough to pay for a tattoo he had designed to be inked on her ass. Iguess it all worked out in the end for her now that Rob has knocked herup and they moved in together.””I guess men can just sense a woman’s a slut when they see her,” saidmommy. “How many men did she fuck after she married you?””Well, if you count the lovers that she insisted on sleeping with whilewe were engaged, I would say not more than 23 or 24.” I replied. “Ishouldn’t have gotten upset about it. I began to understand Heidi betterjust a week or so after Helen gave me my first shots at her surgery. Themore feminine I became the better our marriage got. First of all, it tookthe issue of sex away and I could talk to her about the problems she hadwith her lovers. I’m glad now that Helen recognised that I could nevermake Heidi happy in that way and helped me become who I am and that youare back in my life. I’m even happy that we are both hookers at the samebrothel and I’m proud of the tattoo you and I have with Derek’s initialson it. It’s like a statement that we are special and good enough to workfor him. Having the breast implants was the final step in the process andI’m really happy how they turned out.””I’m even happy that Tracie has taken over from Helen, even though shegets all the money we earn” I added. “I know it’s selfish, but I now getto have the hormone shots more often and I think the combinationtreatment she is giving me works better. Helen could be a real bitch andshe liked to see me go through withdrawal, waiting for my next shot. Ican’t work as a t-girl prostitute without the hot rushes I get from theoestrogen working its way through me and now that Tracie has figured outa way to shut down the testosterone canlı bahis in me, then there won’t be thatconstant battle between the masculine and feminine hormones.””I didn’t think I would like being a hooker either,” mommy said. “But Ilove it. It is the biggest ego boost in the world for young guys to paytop dollar to be with a mature woman and knowing that alpha males aretaking care of their sexual kinks with you in the same house is a realturn on. I love that you still like to lick my pussy after it has beenfucked, and now it is supercharged because you get to lick up the goofrom all the men who have used me at the end of the day.””Look,” mommy said as she held my tiny prick between her thumb and indexfinger. “There it goes again. There’s a little dribble of sissy juiceleaking out. Did you dribble all afternoon while you were sucking allthose cocks for me?””I guess I will have to change my knickers,” I said with a little laugh.”I really hope you don’t make me go through that again next Saturday. Iwant you to get your kicks in life but I didn’t expect our first day offto be like that. We should come back to work Monday refreshed and lookingforward to it.””I’m sorry,” mommy said with a pretend pout on her face. “But you werethe one who first insisted on going down on me just after I had beenfucked by your uncle when you were 13. Ever since then you have wanted meto do wicked things to you. You were the one who wanted to wake up everymorning and drink a glass of my pee and clean me with your tongue after Ipoop and you bought me that riding crop and asked me to punish you. Canyou blame me for not beginning to enjoy it? We both know that you get offon me degrading you and what better way to do that then to make youservice a bunch of alpha males? I wish I had brought a vibrator. It wasso hot looking at you crawling around and taking cock after cock.””Did you ever want to kiss a man?” mommy asked. “How would you feel ifone of your clients wanted to kiss you?”Ugh, I never thought of that,” I replied. “The thought revolts me. Thatwould be like being gay and the last thing I think I am is gay.””But men are using you all day just like a guy would use another guy,”mommy replied. “I guess it’s different now that you have completelyfeminised yourself and made yourself so beautiful. I guess they can getoff thinking that they can be far dirtier and domineering with you thanthey can with a real woman.””I don’t think I ever have to worry about anyone wanting to kiss me,” Isaid. “I think you’re right. I’m a dirty fantasy to straight guys. Noneof them even want to see what’s left of my manhood, which is why theyalways take me from behind.””Most guys that see me want to French kiss me,” mommy said with a smileof satisfaction. “And then they want to go down on me and some of themare really good at that. I have gotten off a number of times. They’rereally sweet, on the whole. Luke is the only one who has been the leastbit dominant with me. I think he kind of senses that I like that. That’swhy of all the men who I saw this week, he was by far the best. I reallywould fuck him for free if Derek ever allowed that.””I don’t think there will be anybody like that for me,” I said. “It’smore like wham, bam and no thank you at the end. It suits me because whenit is like that I feel totally submissive and I get the hormone rushes.They are better than any orgasm I had when I used to be a real man.””You just have a huge thing for being submissive,” said mommy with agiggle. “That’s your hot button. I know I am the one who really pushesall your buttons. That is quite flattering and once I began to understandit, I got really turned on being dominant with you. It’s too bad we haveto be careful now because I used to get so wet whipping your butt untilit was covered in red welts. Derek would be furious if your little bumwasn’t perfect every day now. That’s his big money maker, just like mypussy.””It isn’t your pussy people pay for,” I said, looking mommy in the eyes,still enjoying the sensations of her touching and playing with my penis.”You are a stunner. Look at you! You are 55 years old and you could passfor 35 easily. You look like my older sister. You’ve got the tightestbody and men get off on you being so petite and your hair looks great.You could have been a fashion model, if you just had been tall enough.””How about you?” mommy replied. “I bet nobody has mistaken you for a manin years. You’ve got a tight little body most women would die for andyou’ve got a face like an innocent girl. Now that you have tits you arecomplete. Your petite size works perfectly now. We can even share shoesand you’ve been dressing in my clothes since you were a teenager.””My biggest regret is that I didn’t start you on hormones when you wereyoung,” mommy added, playfully giving my little cock a squeeze. “I shouldhave realised you would never become a man. You are much better at beinga girl, or a t-girl now. I’ve read about it and if we had castrated youwhen you were young than, for all intents and purposes, you would havegrown up to be a girl.””But then I might have hated you for taking away the chance to try beinga man,” I said. “I had to find out myself that I could never be the sortof man who could marry a woman and expect her to be faithful to me. Iguess I had to have someone like Heidi teach me that lesson. I didn’teven know what the word cuckold meant until I was one. It was importantto go through the humiliation she put me through: having men openly laughat me in the face when I took her to the pub where half of the customershad screwed her in the back room one night when she was pissed. It wasactually a relief when Helen shot the d**g in me that chemicallycastrated bahis siteleri me, although I didn’t know what it was until a few weeksafterwards. Then when the oestrogen treatment really kicked in it waslike I couldn’t care that everyone in the neighbourhood knew that I wasmarried to the biggest slut in town and laughed at me behind my back.””The funny thing is,” I added. “They don’t even know it is me now when Ipass them on the street. I went into the pub where Heidi fucked all thoseguys that night and the same guys who made fun of me wanted to buy medrinks. They don’t get that I am still technically married to Heidi untilthe divorce goes through. They think I am just a new woman who moved intothe neighbourhood.””Why don’t you scrub all that dried jism off you and go there tonight fora pub dinner,” mommy said. “Let’s see what it’s like. It might be a lotof fun.”After I stepped out of my second shower of the day, I dropped my originalidea of dressing in white to regain some virginal innocence and decidedto show some leg and wear something a bit daring to get as much attentionas possible from the men who once considered me to be a laughing stock. Ipicked out a short black leather skirt and a sleeveless top and pulled upnatural coloured hold ups and slipped on three inch heels. I went alittle heavy on the makeup, using eyeliner, pink lipstick and somecharcoal coloured eye shadow. The healthy glow I had from the hormonesrushing through me meant I never had to worry about blush. I had anatural glow in my cheeks.When I came down the stairs and into the living room mommy did a littledouble take and, without saying a word, hurried upstairs to dress insomething equally as provocative. When she reappeared she was alsowearing a short skirt, equally tall heels and a clingy top that showedoff her slim figure. We shared spurts from a bottle of perfume mommy hadin her bag before leaving. We looked like two glamorous women out for anight of fun and we got a lot of lustful looks from men and envious looksfrom women as we walked down the street. The pub was one of the newtrendy venues in the neighbourhood that had a menu of cocktails and otheralcoholic concoctions that nobody really drank. It had revamped its menua few years ago and now claimed to sell the best ‘pub grub’ in London, aclaim made by virtually every other joint in town. The pub also demandedthat customers reserve dining tables beforehand although I hadn’tbothered calling to make a reservation: I wanted to prove a point tomommy.The hostess asked us if we had a reservation when we entered the diningarea and approached her podium. I shook my head no and I could see herlook over our heads towards where the general manager worked behind thebar. His eyes had locked on us the moment we entered the pub, lustfullyexamining us from head to toe. She asked us to remain where we were andwent to the bar and had a brief whispered conversation with him andreturned to us with a smile.”We are completely booked but I think I can find a table for you,” shesaid. “Come and follow me.”We followed the pretty hostess towards the dining area, but were not ledto a tiny table in the corner. Instead she seated us at a table for fourin the centre of the room, within sight of the bar. We took our seats,careful to cross our legs so the tops of our lacy hold up stockings werevisible.”The general manager would like to buy you a round of drinks,” she said,happily smiling. “What can I get you?””I think my sister and I will just have white wine to start,” I replied.”And thank him for us, please. That’s really nice of him.””That’s the same general manager who got Heidi drunk, fucked her andarranged for six other guys to screw her in the back room, while he tookvideos and pictures,” I whispered to mommy after the hostess had left.”When Heidi insisted on having me come back here with her the next night,he actually refused to serve me drinks and tried to get me to leave anddemanded Heidi stay for another gangbang. He laughed at me right in myface and called me a useless dick-less cuckold and told me to never setfoot in the place again. I got really upset with Heidi about that and wehad a big argument. She took me to see Helen the next day and, as youknow, that’s when I was first chemically castrated and the hormonetreatments started. It was really my last night that I was still a realman. I was technically a eunuch the next day.””For the first time in my life I wish I had a highly contagious andreally nasty STD,” mommy whispered back to me. “I’d take him to the backroom right now and screw his brains out just for the pleasure of watchinghis cock rot and fall off.”Instead of bringing back two glasses of wine the hostess brought a winebucket and nice bottle of French white wine. She opened the bottle andfilled our glasses.”The manager thought you would like to try this new wine we just got in,”the hostess said, with a wide smile on her face mainly directed at me.”It’s from a little vineyard in the south of France that he recentlyvisited.””It’s really nice,” I said to her after taking a sip. “Thank him againfor being so kind.””Just think, he’s probably got a raging hard on right now and is dreamingof fucking you,” mommy whispered to me after the hostess walked away.”I’m sure his ultimate wet dream would be to get both of us in bed. Justthink what a surprise it would be for him to put his hand up your thighand reach into your panties and to find your dainty little cock.”We both laughed at that thought; although that was one thing I was neverunaware of. It’s why I am much happier selling my body than I would be ifI had some deluded notion of actually finding romance with someone. Inreality, I have found romance in my love güvenilir bahis for mommy and really neednothing more than that. I had no dreams of finding Mr Right. First ofall, I didn’t want to kiss or sleep with a man. Sure, I got off on beinga submissive sex toy for the right sort of guy, but they weren’t the typeto ever want to French kiss a sissy. The thought of French kissing a manactually revolted me. I would never put myself in a position where someman thought he was actually seducing a woman and find out I was reallynot what he had bargained for. It was better for me for men to pay for meknowing beforehand what they were getting.After we ordered our dinners, we talked about mommy’s husband who I wascurious about. I had never met him and mommy didn’t even have a pictureof him in her purse. I knew he was younger than her and had inherited abundle of money. I assumed he was handsome because mommy was prettydemanding when it came to the sort of man that attracted her.”Do you fuck like bunnies when you are together?” I asked mommy with alaugh. “Is he super hung? I seem to remember you have a huge thing forhuge things.””We did have a lot of sex in the beginning,” mommy replied in a whisper.”Let’s say he is a bit bigger than normal and knows how to use it. But Idon’t think you understand what sort of effect you’ve had on me. We spent12 years together in a very unusual relationship that was wonderful and Ikeep wanting to go back to that.””So, you’re saying you started giving your hubby the Chrissie treatmentand he started liking it?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “Did you startfeminising him like you did with me? Maybe with a little punishmentthrown in? How has he adjusted to his new role in life?””It was like taking a horse to water,” mommy said with a giggle. “That’swhy I’m not worried about his reaction when he comes up and finds hisprecious wife is working as a hooker and he’ll have to line up likeeveryone else and pay £500 for a half hour of my time. You know, I mightnot actually fuck him the first couple of times he comes to see me. Ijust might make him suffer for a few weeks but I’ll be sure to tell himabout all the other customers that screw my brains out.””Be sure to tell the receptionist that he is your husband when he booksan appointment,” I said, barely able to control my laughter. “That wayeveryone will know that his wife is one of the working girls. That shouldembarrass him a bit.”After we had finished our wine and dinner the general manager waspresumptuous enough to pull up a chair and sit down. With a confidentsmile he summoned over a waiter and asked us what we would like to drink.”Do you have champagne by the glass?” mommy asked with a glint in hereye.”Actually, we don’t but why don’t I get us a bottle to share,” he saidand then ordered a vintage bottle of Krug champagne from the waiter.After the waiter returned with an ice bucket and poured each of us aglass and left the table, the manager raised his glass to ours andtouched them in sort of a toast.”So, let me guess,” he said, directing his gaze at me and studying melike I was a piece of meat he was about to devour. “You’re obviouslysisters and there’s an age gap. I’d say you are about ten years apart.You are about 25 and your older sister is about 35. I hope you know thatyou have every man in this restaurant lusting after you tonight.””That’s not far off,” said mommy with a laugh. “Chrissie and I are justten years apart in age. I can’t believe we haven’t come here before.We’ll have to make it our regular place. It’s a good thing we tookHeidi’s advice.””Who’s Heidi?” the manager asked with his eyes fixated on my thighs.”She’s a South African blonde woman who used to come here, kind of sluttyand married to a loser,” mommy said, trying to hide her smile. “She saidshe always got a warm welcome here.””Oh, that Heidi,” the manager said, with a knowing smirk. “Yeah, wealways made her very welcome. I had to throw her wimpy husband out onenight because he was getting in the way of our fun. She’s a very givingwoman, if you know what I mean.””I’m sure I do,” said mommy with a little laugh. “It’s such a shame aboutwhat happened to her.””I haven’t seen her around for a few months,” he replied. “I think shegot a little more than she bargained for a couple of nights she camehere. She had a big thing for me but I’m not the selfish type, if youknow what I mean. Is she OK?””Unfortunately Heidi died recently,” mommy said, feigning a look ofsadness. “She had a really nasty strain of HIV that is highly contagiousand impossible to detect and treat. She got it in Africa before she cameto the UK and I think the NHS is trying to track down everyone she hadsexual relationships with, not that they can do much to help them, butit’s better for people to know, don’t you agree?”Suddenly the manager wasn’t scrutinising my legs or paying much attentionto the bit of lacy stocking top I was revealing. He just went silent andI could see the colour drain from his face. I was trying to keep my eyeson the table and resist the urge to break out in laughter.”I guess it is good to know,” the manager replied after a long silentpause, his voice suddenly a bit shaky. “Look, I hope you girls enjoy thechampagne. I’ve got to get back to work but I hope you come back soon.”With that he bounded up and walked quickly away from us towards the backroom. I guess he wasn’t going to go behind the bar for a while. Mommylooked at me and gave me a wicked smile and then signalled to the waiterfor the bill. It was surprisingly cheap considering we hadn’t had to payfor our bottle of wine or the champagne we were now enjoying, so we splitthe bill and left a generous cash tip and poured the rest of the bottlein our glasses, quickly downing them. It wasn’t till we were out of thepub and walking down the street that we allowed ourselves to break out inlaughter. I hope Heidi never takes her new boyfriend, Rob, back there.

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