Chapter 13 Chrissie gets spunked

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Chapter 13 Chrissie gets spunkedChapter 13Chrissie gets spunkedAs mommy and I walked down the street, arm in arm, on a sunny AugustSaturday afternoon in London I felt happier than I had been in years. Iwas 30 years old, had a pair of tits to rival my mother and we were bothdressed to kill; in above the knee skirts, heels and silk blouses.Underneath we had matching bras and panties and natural coloured holdups. We caught the glances of virtually every alpha male on the streets.Mommy is 55 and looks a decade younger and is every young man’s fantasyof a hot mature woman. I look more like her younger sister than her sissyson. I’m have a Taylor Swift kind of look and mommy looks like a slightlyyounger and naughtier Ulrika Jonsson. We both have tight little bodiesand are quite petite. This was our first weekend together after spendinga week working in Derek’s upscale brothel in Mayfair. I had startedMonday and mommy had started Wednesday, having worked as a receptionistthere beforehand. Even the meeting we had with Tracie, the nurse whoworked in the clinic where I had begun my transition from a frustratedcuckolded husband to a chemically castrated and soon to be feminisedsissy didn’t affect our mood. Nor did the little incident in therestaurant’s toilet ruin the day; after all what difference did it makethat I was paid £100 to suck off Tracie’s friend Luke? Just like mommy,I’m now a happy hooker and going down on my knees and taking a big cockdown my throat just comes with the territory.My sexuality is a myriad of contradictions. I don’t consider myself afaggot and actually am a bit revolted by gay culture, but I was born aboy who has grown up to be a sissy. The fact that when I was younger Iwas slight and always a bit too skinny set me off from the other males ofmy generation. It’s not like I played with dolls in my youth, but growingup with a beautiful and very naughty mother warped me. It’s not mymommy’s fault. I was fascinated with her femininity and, even at a youngage, I sensed her sexuality. The fact is I was sexually attracted to herat a very young age, but not in the way that most boys would be. Whenpuberty hit I was filled with hormones and, like any young 12 year old, Idid play with myself and fantasised about sex. Most k**s think aboutother women or girls their age, when they touch their young cocks. Notme: I thought about mommy.The thing is I never thought about actually having sex with her. That wasnot what got me off when I touched my prick. I thought about adoring herand doing things for her no man would ever consider doing. My father wasa bit effeminate and I just sensed that he didn’t give mommy what shereally desired and, although I didn’t actually know it, I sensed that shehad needs that were fulfilled by other men. It didn’t come as a surprisewhen I first saw her through a crack in a partially closed bedroom doorhaving that need fulfilled by one of my daddy’s brothers. At the age of13 I witnessed mommy and my uncle having the kind of sex I inherentlyknew my father could never have with my mother. I watched with envy as heput his large cock in her and heard her tell him to fuck her hard. He didfuck her with a vengeance that I knew I would never be capable of and Icouldn’t stop myself from looking, even after she had spied me and wavedme away.Mommy had to make me a partner to her crime of adultery and it didn’tcome as a surprise to me when she came into my room and led me by thehand to her bed after my uncle had finished with her. She took off myclothes and we climbed into bed together and held each other. I guess sheexpected I would do what any young boy would do and enjoy sloppy seconds,but that wasn’t what I had fantasised about during all the years I hadlusted over her. She tried to stop me at first, although she had littleleverage as she knew I could reveal her infidelity to my father and ruintheir marriage. I could see the look of distaste on her face when I toldher what I wanted to do. I didn’t relent, though. I knew exactly what Iwanted to do with mommy. That look of revulsion finally changed to one ofresignation as she simply nodded her consent and I lowered my headbetween her thighs and licked her pussy clean of my uncle’s spunk andthen listened to her instructions as I licked her tiny clit to the pointwhere she had a powerful orgasm.That was the start of my sex life, and the beginning of an i****tuousrelationship that lasted 12 years and became more twisted than one canimagine, although it brought tremendous happiness to us both. My mothercontinued to cuckold my father until the day he died and I becamecomplicit in that. When we were alone and I was 18 we finally did havesex together. I appreciated her honesty when she told me I would nevermeasure up to her other lovers and I would never grow up to be the sortof alpha males she and other women craved. That was a knowledge that Ihad sensed from an early age and that’s when my feminisation reallybegan.If we had known then what we know now, that’s when I should have begun myoestrogen treatment: I could have grown natural breasts instead of havingto have implants. But we were a bit naive. Since we were the same shoeand clothes size, I could wear mommy’s skirts and blouses in the housebut, frustratingly, canlı bahis had to wear men’s clothes when I ventured outside,although I always put on panties underneath. Mommy continued to havelovers and grew to love the sight of me going down on her after she hadbeen with them. She began to enjoy giving me a glass of her golden nectarin the morning and licking her rosebud clean each and every day. She evengot into whipping my ass with the riding crop until red welts popped up.That act bought her into a sort of sexual frenzy that only my tonguecould quell.Throughout our 12 year relationship I never once dreamed of sucking aman’s cock and having his jism shoot in my mouth but I must have tastedand swallowed pints of semen from my mommy’s pussy. I didn’t long to betaken by an alpha male. I wanted to be feminine and to serve the woman Iadored. From the age of 18 until 25 I didn’t allow mommy to lift afinger. I became the perfect housewife and did everything domestically.We were confidants too. She told me of the frustrations she had with thealpha males in her life and I told her of my sexual confusion. Mysubmissive side seemed to bring out the dominant woman in mommy and shebegan to become more demanding with her lovers. No longer was she happyto be the bit on the side my uncles enjoyed whilst their prim and properwives stayed at home doing the housework.I went through a bit of an identity crisis at the age of 25 and set offfor a job in Africa trying to reclaim my masculinity. That failedexperience was brief. I met and married a blonde South African woman whowas in a different league than me and had the foresight to know I wouldnever be man enough to satisfy her. In keeping with that she cuckolded meon day one of our marriage. When we moved back to London and I began tobridle against her frequent infidelities she took me to her friend anddoctor, Helen, who resolved that matter in short order. Within tenminutes of my first examination with her I was bent over her desk and twohypodermic needles were plunged into my ass: the first to chemicallycastrate me and the second to begin the process of feminisation. Knowingwhat I know now, I wasn’t the first husband that Helen did that to, but Ibecame her first experiment in full feminisation and submission.Three years after my treatment began I was entirely sissified and had thebreast implants to prove it. My wife had eventually discarded me withouta thought after one of her alpha lovers planted his seed in her and shebecame pregnant with his c***d. I was entirely docile and accepted thatHelen had to take over my control and I was more than happy to agree tobe the first t-girl in her friend’s brothel and now wear his initialswhich are tattooed on my ass. I did that in the knowledge that Helenwould solely benefit from my employment.Mommy and I were reunited when she helped me recover from the breastimplant operation and she strangely fell under Helen’s spell as well andstarted working as a mature hooker in the same brothel as me even thoughshe is now married to a younger husband who awaits her in Sydney, whereshe moved after I went to Africa. She also has Derek’s initials inked onher ass in the exact same design as mine and every other woman who worksfor him.Things took a serious twist today when Tracie, the nurse who works inHelen’s clinic, informed us that she had enough evidence of seriousmedical malpractice against Helen to make her take an unpaid leave fromthe clinic and to abruptly go on a long holiday abroad. Furthermore, shehas evidence of my relationship with mommy that could be used against herto charge her with c***dhood abuse. We had no choice but to accept thatTracie is now our new ‘owner’.Nevertheless, it is a benevolent sort of ownership and, although we willcontinue to work at Derek’s brothel and our earnings will go directlyinto Tracie’s bank account, we will retain a lot of our freedom and canlive happily together again. We make more than enough money in tips tohave a great life. Today that brief blow job I gave Luke will allow us tohave a £100 lunch.Mommy had a naughty glint in her eye when she suggested we get a cab toSoho and explore around. That little district in London used to be fullof sleaze which never appealed to me because I was never the sort ofalpha male who had a sex drive that would impel him to venture down thenarrow streets of the neighbourhood. Soho isn’t that sleazy now, butthere are remnants of it around and mommy was dead set on seeing theunderside of life today.”It really turned me on to see you giving head to Luke,” mommy whisperedto me as we rode in the taxi towards Soho. “I love to see your submissiveside and the way he tucked those two £50 notes behind your ear and theway he commanded you down on your knees on that dirty bathroom floor wasso dominant. Luke really turns me on. I would definitely fuck him forfree if Derek would let me. He’s my favourite client and really knows howto drive me wild. I can’t believe he fucked you right before he came upand fucked me. That is so dirty.”The truth is I could still taste Luke’s jism in my mouth and it was notan unpleasant sensation. Every alpha male that got his kinks out of me inthe past week insisted on taking me anally and I haven’t been able bahis siteleri to getany of them fully off orally. I got them hard with my lips and tongue butthey all flipped me over and fucked me hard until they shot their cuminside me. I really liked giving head to alpha males but I could never doit to a gay guy. The thought of that really turned me off. The whole gayculture thing is an anathema to me which is strange because I was born amale and consider it the most natural thing in the world to be submissiveto the more dominant of my gender and to use my body to bring thempleasure. But I would never have sex with a man who was attracted toother men, nor would I ever consider playing with another sissy.I put my hand on mommy’s thigh and rubbed her leg around her stockingtop. I could tell she was hell bent on doing something naughty today andI would have to be the one to restrain her impulses so she didn’t getherself into real trouble.”Why do you want to go to Soho?” I asked. “It’s full of yuppies now. It’snot the same cesspit it was 20 years ago. It’s all trendy restaurants andpubs.””That’s not entirely true,” mommy whispered, turning to me with a smile.”There are still a few dominant mistresses that work there and I wouldn’tbe averse to seeing my sissy son get a little discipline today. Let’s usethe money that Luke paid you to suck his big cock to hire a mistress whowill teach me how to punish you for being such a bad little boy.”That’s how we ended up in Mistress Hourglass’s den of inequity tenminutes later. It was ironic that she is South African just like mypromiscuous wife, but hails from Cape Town instead of Durban. A stunningstrawberry blonde with a magnificent figure, she actually laughed whenmommy offered her the £100 I was paid by Luke for blowing him for acouple of hours of sordid fun. I had to reach into my handbag and pullout a further £300 until her smirk turned into a smile.I was quickly stripped and made to sit on the floor while mommy confidedwith the mistress about my c***dhood, my submissiveness and the life wewere now leading, whilst they sat on the sofa in front of me. She did itwith a wicked joy somehow sensing that our tale was electrifying thecorners of the mistress’s erotic mind. She wasn’t a fake. I could tellshe was truly what she claimed to be: a very dominant woman who took joyin punishing her subservient men and women. With every revelation mymother told her I could see her flush with excitement. I blushed withembarrassment when the mistress interrupted mommy’s tale to come over andinspect my tiny cock and balls, which she lifted with her glovedfingertips, noting the little trickle of sissy juice my tiny prick wasoozing.”It can’t get hard anymore?” Mistress Hourglass asked mommy, referring towhat was once my manhood as if it was now an inanimate object. “Do youthink there is anything alive in the spunk he’s leaking?””He was never a real man,” mommy said with a giggle. “Even when he couldget hard he could never satisfy a woman. He tried with me and failedmiserably but he did turn into a nice sissy. I don’t think there’sanything alive in his sissy juice.””Have you properly toilet trained him?” Mistress Hourglass asked.”Of course I have,” mommy replied, turning and smiling at me. “He’s beentrained both ways. Do you want me to show you?”Mommy unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it and pulled down herpanties which she kicked off with her heel and then instructed me to lieon my back on the cold floor. She shamelessly straddled my face with herthighs tight against my ears and began to pee directly into my openmouth. It was a fast and hot stream of liquid and I struggled to swallowit quickly enough so that it didn’t run out of my mouth. When she wasdone I licked the remnants of golden dew from her before she rose aboveme.”That’s pretty hot,” said the mistress, who was now also standing andtaking her g-string off. “Let me fill his tummy with another dose. I’vebeen dying to pee for a while.”The mistress did exactly as my mommy had done and straddled my face andlet her pee rush out of her directly into my mouth. It was the first timeI had tasted anyone else’s piss beside mommy’s and I felt a little funnyabout it but the sheer humiliation and degradation I felt by being usedas a human toilet by two beautiful dominant women triggered my firsthormonal rush of the day. When she had emptied her bladder the mistressturned around and offered her rosebud to me which I kissed and lickedclean just like I did with mommy every day.My tummy was literally full of the two women’s pee and my mouth tasted ofthe Mistress’s musty scent, which had flushed out the creamy taste ofLuke’s cum. Mommy could sense that I was in the throes of a powerful rushof hormones and actually giggled a bit when she looked at me.”Look at him,” mommy said to the mistress. “He loves being our urinal somuch he’s triggered a rush of girl juice in his sissy body. See how hischest has flushed as those hormones go through him. He’s so addicted tothem he sells his body to any man with a t-girl kink just to have somecheap slut shoot more girl juice in him. His ass is so full of jism atthe end of each day that he has to wear a sanitary pad in his knickers tosoak them up.””He sucked off a stud güvenilir bahis in a dirty toilet earlier today right in front ofme,” mommy added. “He went down on his knees as if it was second natureto him and worshipped a real man’s cock and swallowed all his gooey cum.What should we do to teach my sissy boy a lesson today? Bear in mind,he’s the property of a pimp now so we can’t mark him.””I know just what he needs,” said Mistress Hourglass to mommy. “This isgoing to be fun.”I was ordered to stand up and get dressed. I put my clothes on consciousthat there pints of female pee sloshing around in my stomach. Mommy andthe mistress also put their clothes on and we left the mistress’schambers and made our way down the street to an establishment thatadvertised a number of video booths catering to all sexual tastes. I wasembarrassed as the owner of the shop conferred with the mistress andmommy out of my earshot and I could feel his gaze on me as he noddedconsent to the mistress’s request. He led us to a back room, unlocked thedoor and allowed us to enter and went back to his perch by the entrance.It was a circular room and there were six holes in the wall at the heightof a man’s waist and, as if on cue, they began to fill up with men’ssemi-hard cocks.I recognised it for what it was immediately: a glory hole where men juststuck their cocks into a hole and expected them to be sucked. Word musthave travelled through the streets quickly that three attractive womenwere inside the room.”You know what you have to do,” said the mistress pointing to the firstcock she wanted me to service as she and mommy perched themselves on twostools so they could watch. “Now fill your tummy with spunk and makethose men happy.”I don’t know how many cocks I sucked that afternoon. After one man shothis load the mistress pointed to the next one she wanted me to service.It went on and on and on. New ones reappeared moments after I hadsatisfied everyone. I lost track of time and by the end of it I felt likeI had been sprayed with the jism of half the men in London. My blouse hadcum stains on it and it was dried in my blonde hair. My jaw grew sore andmy chin was covered in flaky white bits of dried cum. Mommy’s eyes burnedwith desire as she watched me degrade myself, whilst my body experiencedwave after wave of hormonal rushes which soaked me in perspiration. Myknees were sore. I felt like an altar boy must feel after he has kneeledthrough two entire church services.After about two hours the owner came in and told us to clear off beforethe coppers came by. He took one look at me, noting my nylons, which weretorn at the knees, and my hair that was tangled by dried shots of cum andmy chin which was caked with white flakes. I averted my gaze as I beganto collect myself and gather my handbag but he obviously had other ideas.”Not so fast, honey,” he said in an east end accent to me. “I reckon I’llhave some of that before you go.”Considering he was a foot taller than me and twice as wide, it was futileto resist. So I just went to my knees, unzipped his trousers, pulled hismeat out and went to work on him. I could feel the gazes of the two womenin the room on the back of my head as the man began to grunt each time Itook him in the back of the throat. He came fairly quickly, shootinganother stream of jism in my belly.I rose up and joined mommy while the mistress talked to the man. I couldsee money exchanging hands as he counted out a stack of £5 notes andwhispered in her ear.”What was that about?” mommy asked the mistress once all three of us wereout on the street. Of course they both looked immaculate whereas I lookedlike I had just pulled a rather long train. I was desperate to get homeand take another hot shower and wash all the cum off me. I promisedmyself I would wear something white this evening to try to recapturesomething of a virginal feeling.”It seems like your sissy was a big hit today,” the mistress replied. “Hecharged the punters £10 a pop and made over £250. I got half of that.He’d love it to happen again next Saturday. He says he could double theamount we made.””I’ll have to consider that,” mommy replied with a laugh. “It depends onwhether Chrissie is good sissy this week.”The two women said goodbye to each and I could see that they exchangednumbers. Then mommy grabbed my arm and walked me to the corner where wecaught a cab home. Once we had slammed the door shut she snuggled up tome and whispered in my ear.”God, that was nasty,” she said with more than a hint of passion in hervoice. “You are such a nasty little cocksucker. I feel like I am onfire.””I just want to go home and hop in the shower,” I said. “All I can tasteis cum and when I burp it all seems to come up again. I feel like mytummy is full of it.””Just think of all that nasty spunk swimming around inside you,” shewhispered. “And two beautiful women put their piss in there too and I cantell that girly juice that Tracie pumped inside you is working its magicalready. You probably don’t even realise you were moaning like you werehaving one continual orgasm the whole time you were giving head to allthose strange men. I know all the right buttons to push with you and itis such a turn on to see you degrade yourself in front of me like that,but that’s how it has always been, hasn’t it?””There’s no shower for you until you use that filthy tongue of yours tomake mommy happy again,” she whispered to me. “When mommy is satisfiedthen you can go clean up.”

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